Final Curtain
Author: Mysterious Phantom Shyraz
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine, could not be mine ('cept for the plot)
Act I Scene i
Half a year ago…Harry let out a sigh as he and Ron sat down on the Griffindor table opposite to Hermoine. They had just finished their divination lesson with Tralaweny.
"I wonder which is more annoying," Harry said, "Tralawney or Snape…"
"What happened?" Hermoine asked Ron instead of Harry, knowing that they had just came from the smoky attic of the North Tower.
"Once again, Tralawney spoke of Harry's impending doom…"
At the exact same moment, Harry decided the table would be a good place to 'knock some senses' into his brain and proceeded to, literally, hit his head on the hard wooden table. Ron had the decency to take away the plate before his head made contact and spare Harry of having to remove the pieces of glass from his forehead.
"Harry mate, you can't die now and leave me to face Tralawney all alone!" Sarcasm and a tint of worry came over Ron.
"Stop trying to kill yourself Harry," Hermoine, seeing as Ron's tactic to bring Harry out of his 'suicidal tendency' has once again failed to work, she decided to take a different approach. "If you're comparing Professor Tralawney and Professor Snape, you might as well add Professor Binns and Professor Mc Gonnagall to your list…"
Harry could only groan in protest as his head rested on the wood. "When would Binns learn that he is dead and that the Goblin Revolution will do us no good in the future?" For the first time, Harry regretted coming into Hogwarts. 'May like Hermoine said,' Harry thought, 'it was stress after all…'
"Hermoine?" Ron asked with pleading eyes, neither he nor Harry had actually started the History essay or the Transfigurations essay. Hoping Hermoine could at least provide some answer, or at least help out. Hermoine sighed and gave in, not wanting to see her friends fail miserably when they are close to the exams.
They were about to start on their dinner as they heard a sound of siren going off. None in the Great Hall, apart from the teachers, knew what was going on. Thus, like with all emergency situations, the students panicked.
"SILENCE" On the sound of Dumbledore's demand, not a sound could be heard from the students. Silently, as though the headmaster had instructed his staff, they began to move. "Students, would you please follow you're Heads of House calmly…"
'Hogwarts is known for its security,' Harry thought as they moved away from the tables towards the door that mysteriously appeared behind the teacher's table. 'By the looks on the teachers, this could be an attack. After all, it wasn't like Voldemort to have stayed quiet for such a long time.'
The student body soon arrived what look like a platform. Here, they were in awe as they see the Hogwart's train stationed, in perfect stillness, underneath the castle. Harry, Ron and Hermoine huddled together trying to figure out what is happenin. With the latter two being preoccupied in their 'heated' discussion, they did not notice the bump from another student. Harry, however, caught on and had now, in his hands, a scrape of parchment. Written on it were some vital information that could pull Harry out of the darkness. Just as he was about to read the scrunched up parchment, McGonnagall appeared with instructions.
"You are all to find a compartment and stay in there. Do not come out. Anyone who fails to do as their instructed would be suffering a fate worst than death." This managed to scare half the student population as they, including the Griffindors, never heard McGonnagall speak in such a grave and commanding tone.
The trio reach a compartment and locked the doors. Ron stared out of the window as though his stares can penetrate the glass and the castle walls so he could see what was going on. Hermoine sat, interestingly, with a book in her hands. How she managed to carry a book out was something Harry and Ron could not figure out. As for Harry, he sat nearer to the doors of the compartment, next to Ron, reading the important parchment.
'The parasite attacks. Most Slytherins have fled to join. Heard the train will leave for London station. Likely Hogwarts will close until further notice. If want to contact me, send your owl. After all, I'm no longer who I was and unlikely I will receive the same treatment as before. Good luck.' And thus ends the note.
"What are you reading there Harry?" Ron asked as he figures out staring at the window was no use. Just than the train began to move out of the platform heading for Hogsmead station. Both him and Hermoine were confused.
"We're leaving for London." Harry stated in emotionlessly, "and its likely we're never coming back…" With a backward glance, and a silent goodbye, they watched as the castle faded into the distance.