Final Curtain

 

Author: Mysterious Phantom Shyraz

 

Disclaimer: HP = J.K.Rowling, Story = mine

 

Act III scene iii

 

Three days later the letter arrived, he took the day off from his course and told the old man in the restaurant that he might not be able to help that night. He sent Hedwig away first then arrived at Draco’s apartment early in the morning. Knocking on the door of the apartment located only two blocks away from the Leaky Cauldron drew a disgruntled reply from the other side.

 

“This had better be good.” Draco said, motioning Harry to come inside. Hedwig had already arrived and sat perched on one of the chairs by the dinner table. Sheets of paper, leaflets of parchment, scrolls and books littered the table. With a quill here and a cup there, it seemed Draco had been really busy lately.

 

“Caught you at a bad time?” Harry noted with amusement in his voice.

 

“Why are you here?” Draco yawned again, Harry helped himself in the kitchen to coffee. The first time he came here was the first day he introduced Draco to the addictive caffeine drink. Finding no pot ready made in sight, he set himself to prepare the drink.

 

“The letter?” Harry pulled out the bit of parchment from his pocket and waved it at Draco. He was currently having his back towards Draco as he waited for the water to boil. Seeing the opening, Draco came up from behind and wrapped his arms around the hips, snuggling closer and resting his chin on Harry’s shoulder.

 

“It looks a bit worst for wear. What did you do to it?” Keeping his right hand securely around the hips, he reached for the letter in the other.

 

“Wrestled with it,” Hedwig replied to the both of them. Although technically she was Harry’s familiar but somehow managed to extend the link to Draco because she had been in the other’s company for a long time.

 

Draco yawned again, the day was still too young for his liking. Yesterday night, he had been crawling around town looking for any bits of information that may help with locating the whereabouts of the Dark Lord. He did not hit the bed until a few hours ago. He had hoped to catch more than three hours of sleep but someone had to arrive so early in the morning.

 

“You tired? Then I supposed you need a wake up call.” Harry twisted his body to fully face the blond turned black. He had helped dyed the hair with the black hair dye. Though Draco refused at first but nothing less of patience and a healthy dose of persuasion couldn’t fix. Harry mucked around with Draco’s hair, noting the silky smoothness against his fingers. Draco ignored the touch and fell into a light sleep, whilst standing, against the touch. Noticing the young blond turned black, closed his eyes slightly, Harry turned off the boiling water and guided him to the sofa.

 

“Guess you’d rather sleep then.” Harry was about to turn and see if there were any other drinkable/edible substance but was stopped by Draco, who was holding onto the sleeve of Harry’s shirt.

 

“Fine, I’ll stay.” Harry resigned to sitting with Draco’s head on his lap. He reached for a nearby book to pass the time until midday.

 

Midday couldn’t come sooner. It seemed that Harry fell into a light slumber on the sofa. Hedwig just managed to wake the two of them with minutes to spare.

 

“Yo, sleepy heads!” She cried in their minds. Imagine having a loudspeaker right by the ears. This was the shock that Harry and Draco received as a wake up call. Both yelped and immediately their eyes darted for the nearest throwable object to hurl at the bird.

 

“Stupid bird.” Draco moaned, “why did she have to shout?”

 

“She takes pleasure in our misfortune.” Harry stretched a bit then looked at the time. “Shit!” He exclaimed, quickly grabbing his equipment from the backpack he brought with him. Inside was the cloak he managed to finish sewing and charming the night before and a set of knives and swords. He was not planning to make the same mistake as last time with the Quintaped, unprepared and all.

 

“You leaving already?” Draco yawned again, with no intention of following. Fighting wasn’t his department; he was more of an intelligence and spying type of person.

 

“You want to come?” The statement earned Harry a glare from Draco as he headed for the kitchen

 

“I’ll have lunch ready by the time you come back.” Not waiting for an answer, he turned away to leave Harry with preparing.

 

Wrapping himself with the white cloak, charmed to repel most common spells and jinxes except for the three Unforgivables, he set out to strap himself with the knives and swords. Checking again for his disguise, he tugged the hood of his cloak down and placed a Notice-Me-Not spell on himself. Hedwig had flown ahead already to check the situation on Diagon Alley. Without a goodbye, Harry apperated himself out of the apartment