Final Curtain

Author: Mysterious Phantom Shyraz

Disclaimer: not much here is mine but the plot or unless I say so. HP belongs to its sole copyright owner.

Act I scene iv

Overnight, Harry had come up with a theory. Due to the strong wards that Dumbledore erected on No.4 Privet Drive, Tom is unable to come directly without the people of the Order knowing. However, it seemed that Tom had figured out a way to influence those that lives in the house but not share the same blood. This meant that Petunia is not affected, being the sister of Lily Evans hence carrying the same blood, but also neither Dudley can be affected, being the son of Petunia Evans Dursley and also carrying some of the blood.

The dawn arrived way to soon for Harry, as he is still suffering from the bruised throat and unable to breath properly. He had tried a few Medi-charms to ease the throat but his lack of practice in such field made it ineffective. Harry laid in his bed thinking why had Tom choose a muggle to do a job when he despise them. Just when he was coming to a conclusion that Tom was a hypocrite, the thumping of the footsteps alerted Harry the presence of his uncle.

Vernon is not a morning person, neither is he an early riser. Though today, his sleep was disrupted by a little voice. This voice came from inside his head and had annoyed him to no end. The voice that had resulted him from being suspended from his job and the voice that had caused people to look weirdly at him. He had come to the conclusion that it was the freak under his roof who was causing this. Yesterday, he had tried to teach the freak a lesson, but it seemed that he hasn't learnt. That voice is disturbing his peace of mind and he intended to pay back with interest. Grabbing hold of the doorknob, he pulled the door open and stormed inside the room.

Harry could feel the anger and frustration coming off his uncle as he was pulled out of the chair that he is sitting in. The books on the table clattered onto the floor as his hands accidentally swiped it away from its position. Vernon raised up his hands into a fist and strike Harry.

"You had better stop this at once." Vernon's voice bellowed out as he raised his hands and lifted the boy up by the neck, bruising the already injured throat in the process.

"Uncle Vernon…" Harry managed to choke out. He was beginning to wonder what was wrong with the man. The eyes of his uncle is still clear, this meant that Tom is not controlling him and that his actions are his own. Throughout his years in the Dursley household, although he has suffered hunger and lack of warmth, the Dursleys never raised a fist at him in fear of wizards coming to fetch Harry.

"Stop it. Stop this at once." Vernon is breaking, letting go of Harry then slumping onto the floor. The voice wouldn't stop and it was tearing his mind apart. Tears are streaming out of his eyes beyond control. He knew he will be going insane soon and he wants the boy to stop it.

Harry saw what is happening with bewildered eyes. He could second guess what is going on. To stop whatever that is happening, he will have to break the mind link from Tom. He could do this but it will be painful for both of them. Grabbing hold of his slightly insane and half unconscious uncle's head, he closed his eyes to focus on his magic flow towards his uncle. The only way to break the said link will be to break into his uncle's mind then sever the link.

Breaking into the mind of his uncle is easy because Vernon had not studied or practiced Occlumency. As Harry entered the mind of his uncle through the magic flow, he realised how plain and simple his uncle is. The mind of Vernon Dursley only consists of a room, no maze, no traps and nothing fancy. Though Harry knows that the mind can be deceptive, but there was nothing out of the ordinary in there. The room is organized, with a large desk and a leather swivel chair in the middle, a few file cabinets off to on side. Messily placed on the desk is a set of drills, stacks of paper, a computer and a photo of the family. Opposite the file cabinets is a bookshelf with photo albums and wine bottles lined up. Somewhere in between a camera is set up. Though what interested Harry the most now is the door opposite of the desk. Large amounts of energy could be felt emitting from the door. A black mist seeped through into the room, and with it came a tenor voice.

"You know I can easily break you into bits…you know that as easy I can give you what you want, I can take it from you with twice the ease…" The voice sounded. Harry now knew what is wrong with his uncle. It was the voice, an annoying voice that seems to pick up on the person's weakness.

Harry grabbed the handle of the door and felt pain racing through his body. His physical self screamed whilst his body jolted as though electricity was sent into his system. His mental self screamed as well, there was a sudden change in the voice.

"Kill…kill…kill the spare…." It repeated what Tom had said in the graveyard just after his resurrection. This shocked Harry and stopped his magic flow for a couple of seconds. During which, Harry is being attacked by the traps around the door. The electric-like shot through the doorknob and the vines that had suddenly grown out from the walls on either side.

Focusing all his energy, he tried sending a pulse to the door. The door reacted with a screech. On the surface, Vernon tossed and tried to break Harry's contact with him. Back in Vernon's mind room, Harry sent another pulse to the door, this time instead of trying to disable the door; he tried to break the door. It had worked; the door shattered revealing a long, dark corridor. Harry knew that this is the link between his uncle and Tom hence he needed to seal it off. Using what's left of his energy, he constructed a brick wall using magic and hopes that with the wall laced with his magic, it will be able to block of attacks from Tom.

That done, Harry retreated back into his own mind. Harry exhausted his raw magic reserve, but fortunately he still has a back-up reserve and a support reserve. Once back in his own mind, he is aware of what is around him. He knew now Tom has his eyes set on the Dursleys and as much as he didn't like his relatives, he does not want another death looming over him. He had enough of that already and another few of those he know will certainly break him and he knows that. So, he decided it was best for both himself and his relatives, that is leaving the place. He had hoped with the learning of his own magical abilities, and thus deriving another form of magic, no one from the order will be able to track him should he leave.

Quickly packing his things into the trunk, he shrunk the trunk with whatever is left of his energy. He let Hedwig out of her cage and left the cage where it is with a note taped on it. Should the Order come to search for him, they should notice that note saying he left on his own and not under threatening circumstances. Though the note did not mention where he will be going as he does not know where he will be when the Order found the note.

"Hedwig, fly above and follow me ok?" He instructed his trusty owl who gave a hoot in reply. With everything set, he used his newly derived magic to teleport himself out of the vicinity.