The Porcelain Mask

Title: The Porcelain Mask

Warnings: language, mild violence /may change/, slash/yaoi and grammer

Disclaimer/sarcasticly/I'm J.K.Rowling therefore I own everything Harry Potter…not.

Note: This is written by an, more or less, amateur writer /so don't blame me if it's bad/to pass time. So…uh…enjoy it?

"Blah" Talking

'Blah' Thinking


Prologue

A masked, dark figure silently made its way down a dim-litted corridor. Carefully avoiding any hidden motion detectors and camra's along the way. After all, if he were caught he wouldn't be able to get what he was here for. A pair of authentic sai's with real one-of-a-kind golden blades. He could only imagine what people would pay to have them.

Under the mask, he smirked. Yes, this was all worth it.

Finally, he reached the end of the corridor and stopped. In front of him was a large circular room filled with countless other stuff and the sai's right in the middle. He often wondered why the musem staff /or whoever/ pretty much always put the priceless /and rare/stuff right in the middle of the room. Why not the side of the room or the back? He didn't know why but items in the middle seemed to scream, 'lookit me! I'm priceless! Steal me! Steal me! Steal meeeeee!!' at him /Did this happen to all thiefs or was it just him? He hoped not…./ Reaching into the back pockets of his semi tight black jeans he pulled a small bag of fine powder. Opening it up he took a very small handful and threw some into the room. He watched it drifted towards the ground, waiting to see if it revealed anything. Seeing nothing he proceeded foreword. When he was a foot away from the pedestal holding the sai's he let himself sighed impatiently at the glass sounding them. Reaching into his coat's pocket he got out a miniature knife that would be able cut though the glass /at least that's what the lady from the store said/. Carefully he cut the shape of an oval on the glass. Unlike normal thief's that cut normal circles he cut oval's to be different. Sliding the tip of the knife into the cut he pushed it so that the glass would fall into his leather-gloved hand. After setting the glass on the floor, carefully mind you, he reached in and quickly snatched the sai's just as an alarm went off. He grinned sarcasticly. He's been expecting that.

Earlier that day he came here to 'see' the stuff in the musem with his two best friends while in reality he came here for one reason. To see where the camra's and motion detectors were and if there was any hidden camra's. So far there was no hidden camra's but a hidden motion detector inside where the sai's where.

Yes, he could've avoided that motion detector quite easily if he wanted to. But he felt the need to…spice things up a bit. Putting the sai's into a bag he calmly walked up a camra and flipped it the finger before dashing away.

Running down hallways, he mentally went though all the exits that where closest to him. There were only two ways /not counting the windows/to get out and all ready he could hear men shouting orders and the sound of boots hitting the shiny, waxed floor. Taking a sharp left turn towards the first exit he was surprised to see two young officers standing there.

Well, shit.

"Look! There he is!" the one on the right exclaimed to his partner, pointing at him. The one on the left snapped his attention to him, his hand reaching for something. Wasting no time the young thief spun on his heel and fled the other way. He could hear one chasing after him and the other calling for back up.

He ran as fast as his legs could take him, trying to lose the one chasing him, as well taking sharp turns to confuse him. He finally lost the man only to run into his /arch /enemy, Blaise Zabini.

Double shit.

"My, my look who we have here. Isn't it the notorious thief-" Blaise started only to get interupted by the thief "Yeah, yeah cut the crap," the thief said in a bored tone "let's save each other from the speech and get right to the chase scene" before darting to the left and smirking at Blaise's enraged yell.

Well this was turning out…different. Running down random hallways he managed to catch the time. 10:55 pm.

Triple shit.

As weird as this may seem he promised his caretaker /or graudian if you will/ he'll be home by 11:05. He only had 10 minutes to get home or die. Well not really he'll just be in a huge amount of trouble and get grounded till he can't remember what the outside world looked like. Throwing away his carefully sculpted plan he ran for any exit he thought was near by. Only to run into dead ends or random cops. Finally he was trapped /or it seemed/and surrounded. "Give it up thief, you're surrounded!" one officer yelled.

Thinking up a plan, the thief walked towards them slowly as the officers raised their guns ready to shoot him. Before they could react, he threw a small ball that exploded into smoke and ran towards a window. Crossing his arms in front of his face /or mask/ he crashed through the window, shards of glass slicing into his jacket. Positioning his body he hit the ground with a grunt and rolled, Thankful that he was only on the main floor. Getting to his feet he began to sprint away as he heard Blaise yell, " You damned thief! Sooner or later I'm going to catch you and hang your mask on my wall as a trophy!"

Taking shortcuts though darkened alleyways the thief soon came to a quiet neighbourhood with beautiful houses. Quickly making his way to a two-storey one the theif went towards the left side of it. Staring at the ivy covered wall he hesitated to take off his mask. Not because anyone could see his true face but for when he does he no longer is the infamous he is at night but namely he returns to himself. He becomes the cold, independent teenager everyone is used too. Sighing sadly he takes off his mask and clips it to his belt as he climbs the vines towards a small belcony. Climbing over the railing, he quietly opens the glass door leading his dark bedroom. When he gets one foot inside the light overhead suddenly turns on.

The thief's eyes widen as his guardian stands in his doorway glaring at him. "Just where were you?" the man asks quietly, "you promised to be home by 11:05. Now it's 11:15. You know how worried I get" the teenager sighs softly "I'm sorry. I tried to make it back on time but something got in the way. I'm sorry to worry you Remus," He says sincerely to the man in front of him. Remus smiled lightly and turns to leave. "Goodnight Harry. For tomorrow we shall discuss your punishment" Remus smiles at harry before closing the door and walking towards his bedroom.

Harry groans at the thought of his punishment and shakes his head lightly. He unclips the mask from his belt and stares at it. Watching how the moonlight seems to make the porcelain mask glow. Sorrow fills his eyes as he remembers the orginal owner of this mask.

'I wish…there was a way…to bring you back and make you stay so that you'll never leave.'

Putting the mask away safely he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small bag hiding the sai's inside it. He then puts them into a secret compartment in his closet. Yawning, he changes his clothes and slips into his bed thinking of old memories and what may come tomorrow.


Note: Well this came out better then I thought it would. I hoped you liked it.