Dreams

It was already night, Harry was comfortably sitting in an old wooden chair. The room he was in was on the second floor, a small room in one of the seedy taverns in Hunter's Wharf, a smelly place, full of criminals, drug addicts and lazy people. Harry could smell the scent of blood mixed with liquor and gunpowder, it just stank, there was no pleasant smell in that empty place.

Harry took a moment to think about his mother, she always smelled good, he remembered with longing the scent of flowers, that was his dream, to live in a place full of flowers that always smelled good. He didn't want to be there, he just wanted to rest for the rest of the afternoon in his comfortable home while reading a book or drinking a bad tasting tea that was the only thing they could afford, but he had to do his job or he wouldn't be able to eat for the rest of the week

His face turned to look at the mirror on the nightstand. The handsome face was hidden behind a pure bone-colored mask with intricate gold designs, the long red wig gave him a feminine look, enough to fool anyone. Harry was tall and somewhat stocky, but his face was unusually pretty, which was why he almost always wore a mask so no one could make out his features when he was off "work." With the huge robes he could easily cover his muscles and the Adam's apple was hidden under a white long-collared shirt, so no one could tell for sure if he was a man or a woman.

--I see you're here already. -- The door opened giving way to a strange man, he was wearing expensive clothes and a elegant, but his face was strangely serious. Harry gripped the hilt of his weapon tightly, the man's contemptuous eyes made him immediately suspicious. --My lord will be here shortly.-- Harry pursed his lips unpleasantly. The man looked completely serious and solemn. --Excuse me, Miss.-- He left the room. The silence became grave, Harry inspected the place for possible escape routes, focusing his attention on the window and the consequences of jumping out of it, the door opened again completely.

An old man with cerulean eyes, a friendly face and a long white beard, the man was dressed in a simple and solemn manner, he moved with difficulty towards him with the help of his numerous bodyguards, Harry noticed that behind that simple appearance was hiding someone quite rich. Harry pointed to the bed as he got up from the furniture to walk towards them. The man's friendly smile relaxed his tense and tense features, under the mask he tried not to look nervous.

---Hello, young lady? -- the old man greeted charmingly, Harry ignored him. He took a notebook out of his clothes and with a piece of charcoal began to write.

*Are you my client today? *

The blue eyes looked at him with amusement.

--That's right, the pain in my joints is killing me. No medicine relieves me, I did everything to make the pain go away, but it seems to remain the same ---He complained pitifully, while caressing his aching and old joints. Harry went back to writing.

*The money*

The man looked intensely at Harry, without removing his kind smile from his affable and aged face. He pointed to a man, one of his companions, who showed him a bag, without a catwalk or anything, he only showed him the contents halfway. Inside were 10 silver snakes, the currency of the country of Slytherin, much more valuable than the Kraken that could now only be found on these islands, the residue of the previous king that had not been completely eradicated. Harry's eyes sparkled with emotion. It was too much money, he could easily eat for 2 weeks with that.

--Miss --The sweet and calm voice brought him out of his thoughts about food --Before receiving your pay could you please ---He pointed to his legs in a kind tone.

Harry quietly approached the man, taking his slender, soft hands tenderly. The old man looked at him intently. Harry gave a meaningful look to the other men in the room.

---Do you want them to leave? ----Harry nodded.

---Mr. Albus!--- they shouted, the old man looked at them kindly.

---Please leave us alone-- Reluctantly the men left one after the other silently.

Harry let the man settle down on the bed, he placed his white hand on the man's forehead before opening his mouth and began to sing. But it wasn't singing, it wasn't something natural, it was a sweet sound with a strange and beautiful rhythm, the soft echo of the voice in the distance was beautiful, similar to the sound of a violin. A strange wind began to circulate through the closed room, it was almost magical.

---What is this wonderful feeling? ---The old man exclaimed with joy. His pain was gone, he could only feel the cool relief and a strange feeling of freedom and vitality.

Harry took the bag of silver, without saying goodbye and calmly walked over to the window so he could leave through it.

---Thank you very much, Miss---Harry nodded and calmly, with an elegant movement, jumped from the window of the room to the outside. It was the second floor, so he had to walk on the roofs for a while until 3 houses down onto an alley.
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---But look what we have here --- Exclaimed a rough and cancerous voice, Harry turned around impatiently. They were six men, they had come out of the corner of the alley stealthily like rats. They wore leather aprons stained with blood and cut in such a way that they showed their muscular limbs wrapped in tattoos of thorns. Each one carried a serrated hook and wore belts from which hung a variety of butcher knives. Small-time thugs, called to the streets by the absence of the owner of the city, a dangerous pirate who had traveled south a few days ago. With his absence, rival gangs sought to seize new territories, and so the city became chaos.

Stealth was not their strategy for this situation. The spiked boots, the stench of entrails and the muttering of various curses announced their presence long before they did. Harry hid his face inside the hood to hide the valuable mask, if they discovered who he was, they would most likely try to sell him to slavers

---Can you please give us everything you bring, my friend--- A woman spoke among all those men, she was a magazine and seemed to be the leader of this small group, her clothes were covered in blood and behind that affable facade hid a thirst for blood visible in her deranged eyes. Harry bit his lower lip nervously.

---I refuse---

---Do you want to die here? ---one of the men asked, threateningly displaying his long butcher knife

The fattest man laughed.

--Do you have any idea who you're talking to? ---He slowly touched the knives with his hand

--No. And you? ---

--Tell me, then, so I can carve your name on the rock I'll use to sink your bones ----The other men laughed

--My name isn't important —he replied, as he opened his long trench coat and pulled out a pair of swords forged from carved stones and polished metals unknown even to the most intrepid alchemist in the capital. A ray of light struck the fattest man's chest.

The second sword was smaller, with a more showy elegance, he quickly moved it towards the other attacker, who cut another of the butchers in half, from the collarbone to the groin.

The others wanted to flee like dock rats when they noticed the infamous swords he carried, but he didn't let them. At the end of the night, 6 new bodies lay on the dock, serving as food for the night's scavengers.

Harry arrived home 1 hour later, he smelled of blood and that disgusted him a little. He entered with impatient steps to his old home, where a beautiful red-haired girl was waiting for him.

--Harry--- She greeted him warmly. Harry got rid of his uncomfortable wig and mask, thanks to the walk his makeup was almost gone, the remains ended up on the outside of his robes --- You smell of blood---- She exclaimed a little disgusted.

--- Do your brothers know you're here? --- She asked with disinterest, while she threw herself on the comfortable furniture of her home. Ginny laughed bitterly.

--- They don't care much, but they do know. They said to go get something to eat and not to stop by the house for now --- Harry looked at her in surprise.

--- Who?---

---Charlie, it seems that he is in trouble with the red seal morons, the twins set sail 3 days ago, Percy is working overtime, he wouldn't dare go out with the butchers around, that's why I came to visit you and Ron for now--- She tenderly bit into an apple that she knew where it came from --- It was easier when she lived with Bill, but now that he's married and his love nest and children are so intense and loving that it gets on my nerves--- Harry laughed

---Ginny, you're 15, you shouldn't be walking around at night---- Ginny glared at him.

--- You're 23 don't think you're old, you should also be careful, damn it! What will you do if you run into one of those bullies? 20 bodies were found buried in the docks yesterday ---- Harry nodded at the scolding, a little annoyed. As far as she knew, he and Ron were fishermen, Charlie wasn't part of a gang of thieves and the twins were normal buccaneers. The children were to remain innocent.

---How do you know that? I really don't like you listening to that stuff Ginny -- The girl pursed her lips, that gesture brought a smile to Harry.

Harry knew her since she was born, shortly after that the ship where Father Weasley came was devoured by the mist when Ginny 4 years old and Harry 12 were left alone with all the other Weasley children and Mrs. Weasley, she became ill from overwork trying to support so many children and died 2 years later. The first to take a bad path was Charlie, he joined a gang of Thugs to be able to support Percy, the twins, Ron, Ginny and him, Bill instead ran away with a very beautiful foreigner, he works like an assassin, he was one of the best swordsmen in that whole dirty place and he had taught Ron and him everything he knew.

A few years later Percy started working as a banker's assistant, the twins joined the pirates, Ron started killing for money and he dedicated himself to singing to the sick rich for money, very discreetly of course, not very often and in different places. Mrs. Weasley had taken him in when he was just a little boy of 8 years old, shortly after his parents died and raised him as her own from then on.

---Harry--- Ron came down the stairs at a slow pace ---How are you? --- He nodded silently ---Okay, shall we have dinner now?

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-Everyone out!- The prince shouted completely furious. The naked woman in front of him ran towards the exit, with evident fear in her beautiful eyes, crystalline tears coming out of her eyes.

--My prince--- An old man entered through the door that the woman had left open. His friendly face made Draco extremely angry.

---What the fuck do you want old man? --- He spat with disgust, his bloodshot and tired eyes looked terrifying.

---Nothing, nothing ---He walked calmly towards the grumpy prince and calmly sat down next to him.

---Who the fuck gave you permission insolent? ---The old man laughed and from among his clothes he took out a thick book.

---This is it?--- He asked with disgust. His acid gaze looked at the book with disgust, it was a book of stories and fables of his people.

---Look here--- He opened the book and pointed to the pages.

"HEALING VOICE"

It was clearly read, it was a short story of no more than 6 pages about a woman with a voice that could weaken spells and heal illnesses and ailments. Draco did not finish reading, he threw the book aside to look at the man with suspicion.

---Well, what is this? -- It's a children's story.

---Well, yes. In fact this is the solution to your problem--- He exclaimed happily.

---Will you read me a children's story to make me sleep? --- He laughed sourly and without a hint of amusement..

--- No no, something much better --- He caressed the book he had picked up from the ground --- I recently went to the cursed islands on an expedition and heard a rumor about this story, a young banker told me something very interesting after asking about magic remedies --- The prince wanted to interrupt him, but the old man continued --- They told me that if you put 5 silver coins in the hole of one of the stone lion statues along with a note with your name on it on a full moon night, the next day you will receive an address where to find it. Do you know what happened? ----

---- You lost 5 silver snakes-- He answered with amusement.

---- No ----- He laughed ----- I found the note and went to meet some fascinating. In fact I witnessed the power of his song. My blindness partially disappeared and the pain in my back and legs as well ---- Draco snorted in displeasure.

---I'm not in the mood for fairy tales old man--- He rubbed his eyes with slow displeasure --- Just call Severus --- He exclaimed tiredly. But the older man only took out a transparent vial, quite small

---This vial contains the traces that I was able to collect when I was with her --- He opened the vial, almost immediately Draco's eyes began to weigh, the incontinence was about to take him to the sweet realm of dreams. The old man covered the vial, but Draco was still sleepy.

---You broke my spell! ! ---- He exclaimed happily, but the old man's face did not look satisfied in the least.

---I wish it was that easy, but no Draco, this can work for tonight and maybe tomorrow, but the spell will not be broken so easily--- Draco got up as best he could and wearily looked at the old man --Captain Zanbini will leave tomorrow morning first thing in the morning for the cursed islands, it will take him 25 days to get to the Theres. Bring that woman, whatever the cost. If she refuses, bring her by force ---- The old man sighed tiredly as he watched the prince fall asleep peacefully. The door opened and the court wizard Severus entered.

---Is he asleep? --- He asked in disbelief.

---I'll explain later --- He got out of bed with his book, taking Severus out of there.