Final Curtain
Author: Mysterious Phantom Shyraz
Disclaimer: HP is not mine, the plot of this is…
Act I scene vi
Early morning Harry found himself lying on a sleeping bag on the floor with the sun shining every so brightly, lighting up the whole room. The said room had no decorations at all, the walls were blank with cracks every now and then. There is a low ceiling light and windows with no curtains covering it. Harry tried to recalled what happened.
'If what the man said is to be believed,' Harry thought to himself as he picked up his glasses from beside him, 'then I'm in some place that not even Voldemort, let alone Dumbledore, knows about.'
There came a knock at the door that snapped Harry out of his musings.
"Morning there kid!" Xyler called brightly as he entered the door. "Wanna grab some breakfast?" Harry nodded and dressed himself when Xylver left.
"You planning to stay right?" Xylver as during their walk down the run downed street. Harry nodded as he looked at the surroundings. It seemed this place is in eternal depression. Although the sun rose not so long ago, but one would have thought that the people will be preparing for work. There is a distinct lack of the hustle and bustle of people waking up, rushing for work and such. There is also a lack of singing from the birds, as though no one, animals included, anticipated the coming of a new day.
"Pharo?" Harry took a bit of time to reply. He is still trying to adjust to the new name.
"Where're you going? We're here." Xylver pointed the sign just outside of the door. Harry had gone beyond the sign and is standing in front of an instrument shop window. Embarrassed, Harry walked back down towards the man.
"Hey girl!" Xylver yelled out to the young girl behind the counter. "Give us two specials!"
"Two?" the girl questioned as she looked and she spotted Harry sitting opposite in one of the street view cart space.
Harry is half daydreaming and half thinking. Daydreaming about what his friends are up to now. Thinking about what is happening to the wizarding world and himself at the moment. Half his heart is regretting for making up his mind. The girl soon arrived with an array of beacon, eggs, toast and tea.
"Here." The girl said as she returned to retrieve their plates. She handed Xylver a piece of paper. "This ones on the house!" She winked at Harry who could only blush as she left.
"Jeez…she has to start my day as such…"Xylver moaned as he finished reading the piece of paper.
"May I?" Harry was curious. Normally, people who met for less than a day would not be trusted much, but it seemed that this person was the exact opposite. He handed the piece of paper over. It was nothing special, just saying someone wanted to meet him and telling him not to forget to bring his equipment and such.
"You up for some shopping and a tour of the place? 'Though there's not much to see…"
Once out on the street, the pair was met by a strange women who suddenly approached them.
"My, my. Picked up a new one? Mind if I have a play?" she said from the shadows of the alley. Harry shuddered at of her half seductive, half tenor and wholly lustful voice.
"He's not for the market Lady." Xylver scowled and hastily walked away. Harry sneaked a look back at the alley but all he could see was darkness.
"What is she?" Harry asked. He had deducted that when in this place, there's no use in asking who was who. Just for the duration of breakfast, he had seen human with talons, fluffy ears, talking animals and many other strange things that one wouldn't expect to see even in the wizarding world.
"She's a Lust, creature of shadows, teaser of feelings, molester of mind, the works. You'd never want to come across one on your own."
'Great,' Harry thought, 'as if having Voldemort in my head isn't bad enough.'
They bought what would be needed for Harry, a simple bed and a couple of changes of clothing, in what was known as the shopping district. A simple street, barely decorated, lined with grey buildings and with no one walking around.
It was at night when everything started. When people started to populate the ever winding street and alleyways. Men in suits appeared from the buildings, women wearing skimpy dress looking for a chance to show off their skin. It is at night when they took the so-called 'tour'. Stepping out of their quarters both the young and the slightly older took a breath of fresh air. They have been resting for the whole afternoon as there was no delivery on the furniture purchased.
Xylver, dress in pure white, walked at a fast pace. Turning every now and then, both him and Harry headed into one of the many buildings in the area. Riding up the elevator, the reached the top and entered the double doors that led to a penthouse suite.
"Whatever happens, don't act rashly." He spoke in a serious, low tone near to a whisper. Harry nodded in silence and followed him in. His long coat fluttered as he hurried his steps to match those of the bigger man.
Opening the doors revealed a lavishly furnished place with leather couches, stylish standing lamps that give the place a yellow glow and large full length windows that allows the inhabitant to see the view this place has to offer at night. Being at the top of such a high building and looking out the windows made Harry felt as though he was flying without a broom.
"Cliff." Xylver spoke in the direction of the leather chairs. Apparently, there was a person sitting there. "I've heard about your more recent exploits and someone has given me the privilege of having to erase you myself."
"And you expect me to sit still for you? You've softened." The person rose from his sitting position. Every single feature of him was hidden within the shadows as the lights in the area were suddenly turned off. Harry's eyes tried to adjust to the sudden lack of lighting, but failed. It was as though someone had blindfolded him. In the midst of darkness, there was a loud snap and some choking then the lights were back on. In Xylver's hands was the head of the other man, Harry supposed. Blood stained the costume of white and flowed onto the ground. Harry stared in horror, he too had some splashes of the red liquid on him. He was grateful that the lights had been off for the action. He was in half a mind of running out screaming bloody murder.
"You've killed him." Harry stated rather than question when his voice, senses and sanity returned.
"It's what I do to survive. I'm a paid Servicer. Someone pays me for a job to be done. I do it." He cleaned his hands with a cloth that appeared from thin air.
"But why use you're hands when you have a weapon on your waist?" Harry pointed at the sword strapped inside. Its sheath was a in large contrast with his cloak as hit was the colour of dark wood. The question remained unanswered.
The walk towards their apartment was in silence. Harry was deep in thought once the shock of seeing, or more like hearing, someone ripping a head off. Once inside, Harry gather his courage and asked a question he thought that shouldn't come out of his mouth.
"Teach me." He stated plainly. Xylver looked at Harry in disbelief. He had only wanted to let Pharo see the harshness of this place so that the young man would leave. He had only bought the furniture to fill up his new apartment, now it seemed there will be a permanent tenant for the second bedroom.