Final Curtain
Author: Mysterious Phantom Shyraz
Disclaimer: HP not mine end of speech.
Act III scene iv
"Those Death Eaters are sure on time." Not a second too soon after he appeared in Diagon Alley, he came face to face with the first Death Eater in sight. Out of instinct, he did not reach for his wand. Rather, he reached down to a crouching position for the knife strapped around his ankle.
"Oh, what have we here? A wondering little mice." The Death Eater commented in an annoying tone as he approached. "And with a white cloak too. Bet you look wonderful under that hood." The Death Eater was about to lift the hood off when he felt a sudden warmth on his chest. "What the!"
"Sweet dreams." Harry walked away after pulling out the knife from the Death Eater's chest. "Where are the Death Eaters now…"
"On the main street. Turn out of where you are now and head right." Hedwig told Harry as she flew high above the buildings. Even at such a distance, she could still spot those black robed, white masked murderers.
Out on the street, the only sign that indicated the attack had only started was the lack of corpses on the street. People who were still around ran and panicked. Storeowners quickly shut their doors but were soon blasted open by the Death Eaters. The only thing that was a relief to Harry was the lack of children on the street.
"Look out, behind." Hedwig dove down from her position to attack on the cloaked figure behind her master. Harry turned just in time to miss a curse that could hit him. Though it did not do much damage, the curse did singe the hood of the cloak.
"It took me a long time to make this you know." Harry replied as he prepared to launch his attack with the sword on his hip. With his hands on the hilt, he waited for the exact moment.
"Humph, you must be a newbie. Even those Aurors can do better. I can hit you quicker than you can pull your sword." The Death Eater held the wand higher, aiming at Harry's chest.
"You're not worth my trouble." Harry released his hands from the hilt of the sword as he saw Hedwig flying just above the Death Eater.
"You shouldn't play mind games with these people." Hedwig was watching the seen with cautious eyes. "You could easily be killed."
"I won't be killed." Harry just stood and looked at the Death Eater straight at the mind. Then, without warning, he launched a mind attack instead. Rummaging through the mind of the Death Eater as though it was a garbage can. Harry broke into the mind with ease but had not found the actual location of the Dark Lord.
"Really not worth my trouble." He spoke out loud after a minute of concentration. He then proceeded to break the Death Eater's mind, by destroying every memory with magic and locking his personality away.
"You're cruel." Hedwig commented from her roof top view.
"I don't think I should kill him. He didn't startle me enough to earn a death."
"But you gave him a fate worst than death." Hedwig seem to shake her head.
"It couldn't be helped. Who told him to not protect his mind? I thought the Death Eaters should at least have learnt Occlumens or something. But I'm wrong to overestimate them." Harry walked further down into the street towards Gringotts.
A sudden scream coming from one of the shops halted Harry from heading towards the bank where a large group of Death Eaters gathered. Harry could imagine that most of the patrons of Diagon Alley are in the bank right now, seeing as it is the safest place at the moment.
"HELP!" It was a female cry. The shop that emitted the cry sold jewelry, but its' windows were broken and the door was smashed apart. There were no other Death Eaters standing by as look out.
"Go ahead to the bank, I'll meet you later. Distract them for a while if you can." Harry walked inside the shop as he spoke to the icy phoenix.
"With a lot so big, I can probably hold them for five minutes. Max." Hedwig, who was currently resting on one of the undestroyed rooftops replied.
"Oh be good. Do that and I'll give you a treat..."
"It had better be a very large one…" Hedwig muttered through the link as she flew off in the distance. In truth, Harry was worried if his familiar could even last that long. After all, she had not much fighting experience. But then, who was he to judge, as he hadn't had much experience either.
Inside the jewelry store a young women, with tattered clothing, huddled in the corner. The storeowner had been badly wounded and is left in an entangled heap near the counter. The screams of the young women were loud enough to mask the sound of shattering glass under Harry's feet.
"Oh, I'll have some fun with you…" The Death Eater smirked.
"Jeez, you'd think that there's a better opening line for the wicked…" Harry said from behind. As much as it is easy to attack someone behind their backs, Harry does not wish to degrade himself to the point of not letting the opponents defend themselves.
"Who the Hell are you?" The Death Eater turned around to face Harry.
"You're worst nightmare." He stated in return, hands still holding the sword out in the open. Harry risked a glance at the young women, who could be no older than twenty. Her clothes were as though they were ripped in a fight, with a bruise on her face and cuts on her legs. It also seemed that she had twist her ankle and right shoulder dislocated.
"What? You think a sword like that could hurt me?" The Death Eater laughed. Rage grew inside Harry, which had been subdued as quickly.
"You better say you're prayers." He knew full well that he was just wasting his breath and time. He should have just finish this Death Eater off and head off towards the bank. So, he gather a bit of magic and laced it into the sword and in his movement. His sudden dash towards the Death Eater caused a moment of delay, which Harry took as a opportunity. He quickly strike the Death Eater in a deadly arc, which barely missed causing too much harm though the Death Eater did suffer a large cut in his chest ripping his robes.
"A youngling like you shouldn't play with sharp objects." The Death Eater jumped backwards, avoiding yet another strike. He shot a cutting curse in return.
The curse bounced off, the cloak Harry was wearing, like it was nothing. Harry was shocked for a moment to hear the same phrase being used by a disgusting Death Eater. It was the same phrase he heard during his last days with Xylver. Harry narrowed his eyes in rage, 'this Death Eater was going to suffer, making me remember that…' He quickly crouched low and with a sweep of his leg, he managed to unbalance the Death Eater. The Death Eater landed harshly on the floor with a bump. Harry pointed his sword directly at the Death Eater's neck.
"Check mate." He stated plainly.
"Don't think I'm gonna give you information you filthy piece of scum. I bet you don't even know magic you squib."
"Oh? Isn't funny that a supposed squib managed to beat you then?" Harry noticed the Death Eater fingering his wand through the edge of his vision. He easily solved this by cutting the arm off.
"Now, isn't this a bit better?" Harry asked sarcastically. The Death Eater howled in pain. "Maybe if you'll behave, I'll spare you of the pain and grant you death instead. Like you name suggests Death Eater."
The Death Eater laughed weakly. "I'd like to see you try…"
Harry delved into the Death Eater's mind before he could finish his sentence. Once again, he rummaged about and destroyed everything. When he returned to reality, there was nothing but an empty shell of the Death Eater. Then, seeing the young women and the crumpled storeowner, he delved in once again. This time, he engraved memories of pain and horror in the Death Eater's mind. The Death Eater screamed out in the open, but was quickly silenced by Harry through an everlasting Silencing charm. He will be trapped for all eternity in his mind and no one could save him.
After healing up the shocked women and the crumpled storeowner, he quickly headed back out to the main street and ran down towards Gringotts. Hoping that Hedwig had hold the Death Eaters off for a while. When reaching there, he found his familiar had kept up to her words but was nowhere to be seen.
"Hedwig?" Harry looked around as he approached the scene. He hid in a nearby grove. Sensing no reply, Harry grew more agitated. "Hedwig? HEDWIG?" There was no way that his familiar would not reply him. Then, as he was about to walk out, something dropped on top of him. His first reaction was to use the sword he was holding as a shield. But by the time he realized what it was, he sheathed the sword and held out his hands.
"Hedwig!" He exclaimed, catching the wounded familiar, "What happened to you?" The platinum-coloured feathers were stained with blood and at some places of the wings, it was singed and charcoal.
"I did say I'll manage to hold them off for a while. You're a bit slow today…" Hedwig seemed to find breathing a bit hard.
"Do you think you can fly over to Draco's?" Harry was given a slight nod by his familiar, who was too tired to even speak mind-to-mind. "Good, stay there. I'll handle the rest." Hedwig was about to protest but was met with determined eyes. She said no more and flew away.
"No more fair play…" Harry managed to say out loud.