In Minor Key
By: TwinEnigma
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters therein. I do this for fun and skills building and not teh profits.
Epilogue:
It's the thirty-first of August.
Harry is running late for work. He darts into the Underground, slipping this way and that through all the people, and hurries for the train.
For a moment, he feels like someone is watching him. The hairs on the back of his neck prickle, but when he looks over his shoulder, it's just the normal rush.
"It's in your imagination," he tells himself, and gets on the train.
It's the first of September.
Harry is on his way from his first job to the second. He's already tired and his footsteps are heavy on the station stairs as he makes his way down to the platform.
It's empty.
Again, he feels like he's being watched.
"It's in your imagination," he assures himself and shoves his hands in his pockets.
The light flickers.
The hair on the back of his neck prickles. He smells burnt ozone. There are several loud pops and then he is being tackled to the ground. His glasses go flying, but he can still make out smears of light streaking across the platform, and he can hear shouting, words that he doesn't understand and swears which he does.
He reaches for his glasses, grabbing them even as someone is pulling him to his feet and tugging him after them, and fumbles to get them on while running.
And when they stop, he sees six kids his own age standing before him. They look haggard and are dressed strangely, but there is a fierce determination on their faces.
"Harry Potter, right?" one girl asks. She has bushy hair and a strange, polished stick in her hand.
"Who's asking?" he demands.
She shoots a look at the tall, red-headed boy on her right and then to the willowy, blonde girl on her left. Next to them, a dark haired boy shuffles nervously: he too holds a strange polished stick in his hand and he twirls it idly.
"You're taking too long, Granger," the blond, twitchy-looking boy at the back says and looks Harry straight in the eyes. "You're a wizard. Congratulations. Your life is in terrible danger."
Harry stares at them.
He laughs.