Final Curtain

Author: Mysterious Phantom Shyraz

Disclaimer: HP does not belong to me but its copyright owners. I own the plot and anything else that may pop up.

Act I scene iii

A week after Remus delivered Harry back to his relatives, things were not normal…at least not normal in Harry's terms. His relatives were treating him relatively better than the summer, making sure he at least eats and does 'some' of the chores. They had choose to ignore him at any other times. But Harry's not complaining, rather, he liked this sort of treatment. He was allowed his magic books and within the confines of his own room, without his aunt and uncle knowing, to practice magic.

Harry could practice and use magic, because 16 is the legal age of adult wizards, during his stay in the Dursley household, it still didn't make it any easier or more enjoyable. His lack of patience and uncontrollable temper is well known in Hogwarts and between its staff and his friend. A week without any news nor people informing him of what is happening puts Harry in a bad temper.

But something unexpected did happen, that is after Harry nearly hexing every furniture that stood in his room due to his. He realised, after repairing all the damaged furniture by magic, Hedwig had carried a letter, more specifically a tatter bit of parchment, for him. Opening it he found that it was not from the Order nor from his friends. Rather, it was from, surprisingly, his only trusted ally. The one that sent him a message before the break in Hogwarts. He studied the note carefully.

'Big trouble. Parasitic attacks all over. No one on is safe. Leave ASAP. I'm not me anymore. Use your wits to find me when time comes. Extreme caution to be taken.'

Harry swore loudly and inflamed the note. He was grateful that the note had been enchanted with a spell that was invented by the two. It encrypts the information so that only his ally and himself can read it. Harry realised that there were not much time left of his 'vacation' and that he had better make a progress on the language studies he intended. He had discovered a stack of Dudley's schoolbooks, and subsequently discovering language books, during one of his earlier chores. He decided since Dudley has no use for them, he would give it a better home. After all, he doubted his cousin would have missed them.

When Harry had thought that nothing else would be happening, as Harry does not know whether to call this bad luck, his uncle stormed into the room.

"You little brat. It's all your fault that this happened." Vernon yelled on the top of his voice. Petunia was standing in the doorway with Dudley behind her.

'As though Aunt Petunia can hid that whale' Harry thought to himself. He has no idea what had happened, only he had heard the sound of his uncle slamming the front door during his musings.

"You…you…you used you're abnormality and did something to use right?" Vernon pointed his finger unsteadily. It seemed that he had one too many drinks. Behind him, Petunia was eagerly encouraging Dudley to go back to his own room.

"What do you mean?" Harry questioned out of curiosity. 'How bad can it get?' he thought, 'I've been locked up in a cupboard for days on end without much food or water.'

At that same time, Vernon slapped Harry. The sound echoed in the room and redness begins to form on Harry's face.

"Vernon!" Petunia yelped. "What are you doing? Those people will come!"

"I care not of what those people will do!" at that Vernon pushed Petunia outside of the room, along with Dudley, and closed the door. Petunia could not imagine what those people will do to them if they had found out. She decided it was better if both Dudley and herself were not here when they came. Grabbing a travelling bag, changes of clothes and a wallet, she tolled Dudley and herself out of the house and away from the neighbourhood.

"This is the last time! I will have no business in this. You deal with the consequences yourself. Don't come looking for us until you've some sense!" Petunia shouted before she left the front door of the house. Harry also heard what had been said and was now worried. Not because only he is in a room with a quite drunken Vernon, but because the wards around the house was built on the use of blood relatives.

"As if I care women!" Vernon shouted back. He looked back at Harry and struck with the fist of his hands. That was not only painful but a powerful punch and had Harry on the floor.

"YOU FREAK! You made this happen didn't you?"

"Look, Uncle Vernon, I had…" Before Harry can finish what he had wanted to say, his uncle had his hands on his throat and had lifted up high, cutting off his air supply. He squeezed his eyes shut hoping that his uncle will release his grip soon.

"I might not be able to hurt you directly, but I can certainly make use of what's around you!" Said a disembodied voice. Vernon let go of Harry who is gasping for air. Harry looked up only to find his uncle's eyes had gone emotionless. "The moment I can personally hunt you is the moment you beg on your knees. Until then, I guess this person can provide enough entertainment for you!" Vernon then turned and left.

'It seemed that the moment Aunt Petunia stepped out of the house, Tom could start affecting the actions of those around me. But he still can't get pass the wards because they are still strong.' Harry thought. He had heard clicks coming from the locks outside his door. The locks that were left from his first summer holiday back from Hogwarts