Blood Files

It had taken Harry most of the night to finish the wards and the spells on the ballistics vest.  By the time it was almost dawn, Harry had collapsed on his bed, face down on the blankets.  He was still shirtless, but hadn't even bothered to get rid of jeans since Eric had left.  Mister was waiting by the front door, sitting patiently and waiting for it to open so he could go back inside.