Final Curtain

Author: Mysterious Phantom Shyraz

Disclaimer: HP characters belong to its respective intellectual owners.

Act III scene v

Upon arriving at Gringotts, Harry was faced with a big mess. Chaos ensued between the Death Eaters gathering outside and a bunch of wizards and goblins on the inside. They were separated by a thinly placed transparent shield, which in Harry's point of view could break any minute. It seemed that the only thing keeping the said shield alive were the goblins, muttering magic incantations.

A gust of wind suddenly swept through the area as Harry approached the group, but the group was too slow to realise that Harry was behind them. Without a word, Harry used his short sword and cut nearest Death Eater's throat. There was no scream to be heard as the voice box of the Death Eater was severed before he could feel any pain.

'They really do not deserve such a painless end…' Harry thought as he approached another stealthily, 'They have caused too much pain to the world and they are not really paying the price…' Another slash, another spill. Soon his white cloak is completely drenched in the red sea of blood. Sometimes, Harry was just to tempted to give himself away and stab the heartless Death Eaters in the most painful areas or cause them mental pain. But he knew that it is stealth that would help him accomplish his mission.

The outer group of Death Eaters, who were not really doing anything but standing around waiting for an order, was quickly dispatched. There laid on the ground was a heap of corpses and large bundles of black cloak and white masks. Another gust of wind sweeping into the area, this time bringing the distinct metallic smell of blood. It was only then that the elder, more experienced, Death Eaters realised that they had lost many members. The group quickly turned around to face their opponent, Harry Potter, or in the current situation, Piax.

"What are you?" A voice suspiciously similar to Lucius Malfoy asked.

"That is none of your concern." Harry paused for a more dramatic effect. "If you value your life, I would recommend you to leave."

"Ho? So we have a straggler here." Glancing around, Lucius noticed the lack of followers behind him. The patrons of Gringotts were also intent in seeing this duel. "It seems like you know what your doing. Who's side do you stand?"

"No one but myself." Harry stated clearly. Although he seemed calm and cold on the outside, inside he was raging. He easily spotted Siruis's killer, Bellatrix.

"You are more intelligent than I believed you to be. Join us and we will reward you spectacularly. No doubt My Lord will be pleased…"

"I have no wishes to become someone's lapdog." Harry was patient, as much as he wanted to spill the blood of these Death Eaters, he knows that now is not the time. He has to wait for an opening.

"Why you!" Lucius quickly whipped out his wand, as previously he was only supervising the destruction of Gringotts. The semicircle of Death Eaters around him soon fired out a string of curses, including Lucius himself, at Harry.

Harry, being trained in agility and flexibility through his days as a Seeker, quickly reacted to the incoming stream. Realizing he could not evade all of it, he turned his attention to evading the most deadly ones and repelled the rest using his wand and firing back.

"So you are a wizard after all. I had thought you were just a filthy muggle hired by the weak or something…" Lucius sneered as he fired a cutting hex. There were a few Death Eaters who weren't participating in this deadly dance, as they were transfixed on the task of breaking Gringotts down.

'They knew!' Harry realised as he danced out of the way of another Unforgivable. Being hit by an Imperio he could throw off but the other two, he wasn't so sure. 'They knew that if Gringotts fall, wizards and witches will have no place of seeking shelter. Hogwarts had been hit once, hard.' It had taken quite sometime for the wizarding world to recover from the shock of having one of the safest place in England falling prone to an attack. Though it still remains in the hands of Dumbledore, it was no longer as safe as it was. Harry had to figure a way to dispatch that group of Death Eaters. An idea came into mind. 'Mind Arts!'

Mind Arts is general name that Harry decided to give to one of his new found 'talents'. During his stay with Xylver, he improved on his own brand of magic after realizing nearly anyone can do magic if they wanted. There were many facets to Mind Arts, and this includes something similar to Occlumens and Leglimens. As the name states, Mind Arts is based on the power of someone's will and their mental capabilities. The stronger the will, as well as the caster's magic, the stronger the spell becomes. The other talents was Aura Arts, which as the name states deals with manipulation of Auras, Dream Arts, which is the deciphering of dreams and future seeing, and lastly Chaotic Arts, which is purely magic based and is not easy to master.

Using Mind Arts, Harry quickly manipulated nearby fire to be positioned in front of the Gringotts group of Death Eaters, encircling them in the deadly heat. As he had hoped, the Death Eaters were casting watering charms and cooling charms on the flames. Using this as a distraction, Harry teleported himself within the fire, escaping from Lucius at the same time.

"Where are you coward?" Lucius screamed as he lost sight of his opponent. Most of his closest men are down, but not dead. Realizing that this could only be an opportunity to retreat, he subtly instructed his men to apparate, leaving those within fire to their own demise.

"Looks like you're leader left you on your own?" Harry smiled under the hood of the cloak, which hid his face perfectly from the Death Eaters. Even through the fight, the hood had not come off.

"S….So? We…we're not afraid of…you…" one of the five Death Eaters stuttered. The other, who was panicky and had a trigger-happy finger, reacted to the sudden statement with a Crucio spell. Harry was caught by surprise and had been hit by the curse.

'Stupid, stupid me!' Harry screamed in his head. On the outside, he remained still. Within his mind, he is still trying to throw off the curse. The pain grew and Harry, sensing that his head is about to burst, quickly threw a dagger stashed up the sleeve at the caster. The dagger flew towards the right hand, shatter the wooden wand and its core, and imbedded itself in the caster's hand.

"He…he's a monster!" Another Death Eater screamed out as he joined in with the scream of that with the imbedded dagger.

Wiping a bead of sweat trickling down his face, Harry regained his composure and quickly reached for his sword. His hands came close to that of the sword with the dark sheath. It was another 'gift' from the dead Xylver. His own sword had a gold hilt but the other had a burgundy one. Both were encased in a dark sheath that could hardly be told apart. 'No, not that sword.' Harry mentally told himself and restrained from using the burgundy sword. Slashing in quick succession, he finished the rest off. Harry did not bother to wait around after banishing the fiery circle. As the horde from Gringotts approached Harry, he teleported himself to Draco's apartment. Though physically, on the outside, he did not seem to be hurt, mentally and magically, he was exhausted. He had no idea that he collapsed into Draco's arms as he appeared in the lounge room and he had no idea that his familiar had recovered and sang softly in his ears as he fell into unconsciousness.