He ducked as the pot his the wall behind him and shattered, sending bits of terracotta and frozen blood all over the alley. By the time Harry looked up again, the Ghede was gone. He hurried to Eric, knocking frozen and brittle vines away from him and wrapping his arms around him to gently lower him down. "Jesus, Eric," he panted, hands shaking as he touched Eric's too-pale face. He didn't even hesitate before pulling Eric up and holding his face to the crook of his neck.