He started to shake. He couldn't think. Instead of fighting it, Eric simply gave in. He worked a thumb between Harry's mouth and his neck to open the vein. He wrapped his hand around his head and held him to his neck. He gasped. "They don't have anyone who could; otherwise, they wouldn't have called a god. Rothschild was the oldest thing there and he wasn't much of a fight. You have to leave them to me, Harry, no matter what."