Final Curtain
Author: Mysterious Phantom Shyraz
Disclaimer: HP not mine. Anything else should be unless mentioned.
Act II Scene iv
'Ah, nothing like Diagon Alley.' Harry thought to himself as he entered the Leaky Cauldron from its secretive entrance in down town London. Despite what Hedwig said, he had no intensions of making an appearance in Diagon Alley as Harry Potter. 'Just think of what will happen if I did.'
However, upon stepping inside the dusty old inn, what he found was not what he had expected. Gone were the frequent drinkers sitting by the fire, there were no bickering and chatter in the background and Tom the inn keeper seemed to have hidden in sight.
"Where'd everybody go?" Harry spoke out loud, thinking that no one would hear. However, one did. This was a young boy, around Harry's age with a head full of brown hair and bright blue eyes.
"They're all scared." The boy said from behind, holding a sweeping broom.
"And Tom?" Harry turned to view the boy. He had recognised him from somewhere but can't quite place where.
"He's still here. You need him for something?"
"No, it's ok."
"Will you be staying here tonight then?"
"No, by the way. Do I know you?" Harry asked out of curiosity. It wasn't like him to be so forgetful.
"Not if you've been to Hogwarts. I don't believe I've seen you before though."
'Ah, so that's why he seemed familiar. I must have seen him around the school grounds.' Harry thought, as he headed out to the trash bin filled dead end alley. He tapped on the correct bricks to open the gateway into the Alley but he was not prepared for what he saw. The Alley was in total chaos, buildings were half demolished, rubble lay on the floor and smoke same out of areas where there shouldn't be.
"What happened?" Harry exclaimed out loud. He picked up a nearby Prophet that laid on the ground. It seems to only be a couple of days old but any news is better than no news.
DARK LORD ATTACKS AGAINYou-Know-Who has once again strike hard on the wizarding community. People had thought that after the attack at Hogwarts, You-Know-Who would have stopped, but apparently not. Even the Ministry is not safe from its evil clutches. This reporter had been on the scene during the attack and all she could say is that it could have been worst if not for Albus Dumbledore.
It was lucky that that headmaster of the late Hogwarts was in the Ministry for some business. The Dark Lord, along with his followers the Death Eaters, apperated in the main lobby startled and caused many to panic. This reporter was on her way to report one of the many trials that were being held in the lower floors when a Death Eater appeared in front of her. She was lucky as the Death Eater was hit by a curse from the great Albus Dumbledore.
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The article continued more along the lines of how Dumbledore saved the day but heavily injured in the process. Harry did not read much from that article and turned over the page but there was not much else. Nearly every article was about the Dark Lord and how he attacks others.
Walking along the street again after dumping the Prophet, he stopped by the Owl Emporium to buy the owl snacks that he promised his familiar before heading further into the street. He had finally arrived at where he intended to be, the entrance of Knockturn Alley. He found that this alley had not been better off than Diagon Alley. Corpses were littered on the side of the pathway and broken wands were everywhere.
"You never thought something like this would happen to the dark alley right?" A soft voice said from somewhere below Harry's line of sight.
'Did someone recognize me?' Harry thought in a panic. He had remembered to double check the makeup and hair dye before coming out.
"Don't worry, no one else recognized you but me." The voice gave a small chuckle. "Who else knows you better than me?"
There was only one person that talk to him like this. And this was the very person he had hoped to meet on his first trip to Diagon Alley since a long time.
"I'd never thought I'd see you here." Harry commented as he walked nearer to the voice. Upon close inspection, the body was heavily littered with scars and bruises. The black cloak he wore was tattered and torn with the Hogwarts crest barely intact. "What happened to you?" He exclaimed in surprise.
"What can I say? Father threw me out, disowning me for what was the exact phrase he used? Ah right, allying myself with filthy scum of the light."
Harry picked up the dirty teen and headed out of the both alleys and into the inn. He then spoke with the young boy earlier for a room and two lunches.
"You still haven't answered my question Draco." Harry said as he sat on the bed of the room as the young Malfoy washed of the dirt. Harry was in the middle of mending and cleaning the robes when he thought maybe new ones would have been better. But then he noticed today's Prophet on the nightstand and started reading.
Where is our savior?
The rumored place of where the Boy-Who-Lived is now hiding has been under attacked. There was only one body that is identified as a Vernon Dursley, the uncle of our golden savior. However, the body of Harry Potter is not found. Word on the street is that the Boy-Who-Lived had died fighting courageously in the process. Others say he had joined with the Dark Lord and all of mankind is doomed. This reported had a chance to talk to Albus Dumbledore about the situation.
"I can assure all of the wizarding community that Harry Potter is not dead and is now in a safe location."
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"Looks like everyone thinks you dead but Dumbledore." Draco commented from next to Harry. He had never noticed when the blond had stepped out of the shower and by his side.
"I bet even Dumbledore don't know where I live now." Harry said in mockery. He did not exactly part with Dumbledore in the best terms. Dumbledore had been cheating and lying to him for too long. However, it was because of Dumbledore that Harry paired up with Draco. Changing the topic, he asked Draco another question. "So, what do I call you now? I don't suppose the name Draco would bring back good memories now would it?"
"What would you suggest?" Draco sat and ate the sandwiches brought into the room and gulped it down with a glass full of pumpkin juice.
"I don't know, it's you're name."
"What did you call yourself then?" Draco realized Harry must have called himself something other than Harry Potter when in a disguise.
"Pharo Rettry. By the way, how did you know it was me?" Harry was curious as to why he knew.
"How could I not know?" Draco said as he swallowed another bite down, it had been a long time since he last ate anything.
"Once a Malfoy, always a Malfoy. Full of secrets. I'm here for news and information."
"Fine, no more jokes. Always business. What do you want to know?"
"The Order. What are they up to?"
"Half thinks you're dead, the other thinks you're roaming free. Next question."
"Ron, Hermoine and the others?"
"Joined the Order for all I know. Weasel is out with Granger though."
"How'd you know?"
"I hear stuff on the streets. Next question."
"Where'll you be living now?"
"Good thing you warned be before summer ended, I managed to move my allowance to another vault. But I doubt it'll be enough to rent a place. Next."
"You mind doing something for me?"
"Depends on what you're asking."
"I need information, you're the only one I trust now. You do the math."
"What do I get in return?"
"A place to live." Harry stated plainly waiting patiently for Draco's answer.