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The hours crept by with Albus lying in his four-poster, eyes widely awake and staring at the dark ceiling above. His watch read 11:50 when he heard a rustle of blankets and the slight creak of floorboards. He peeked over the edge of his sheets, spotting James’ dark figure pass into the stairway leading down to the common room. After the shadow of his brother disappeared down the steps, Albus let his head fall back into his pillow, eyes back up to the ceiling. Now that the moment had finally arrived for a decision to be made, Albus could almost feel time speeding up as his mind raced with uncertainty. It took until he heard a small clatter echo from the stairway that he slowly sat upright, paused for a moment, and slid out of bed. He grabbed his glasses and his wand from his bedside table, a black sweatshirt draped from his bedpost, and he slid into his pair of converse shoes. Stepping lightly, he made it to the stairway without a sound, descending down to the dimly lit common room.
The fireplace was glowing gently, as it did throughout the night, illuminating the red chairs encircling it. James sat perched on the edge of one, his face flickering in the firelight as he bent over the map resting in his hands. He was wearing a black hoodie as well, a good color for blending in. He didn’t even look up as Albus approached, seating himself on the large sofa next to him.
“It hasn’t appeared yet,” James said in a distracted monotone, eyes trained on what Albus knew to be the Great Hall.
“You’re not even surprised that I showed up?” Albus murmured.
“I knew you would. Y’know, let’s just head down there.” He got to his feet, folding the map. “At least then we’ll be right there if it does show up. Mischief managed.” He gave the parchment a tap with his wand before tucking it into his back pocket. He gave Albus a little grin, eyes shining in the flickering light. “Ready?”
Albus gave only a sigh and a shrug in reply, standing up from the sofa. With that, he followed as James led the way through the portrait hole into the dark corridor. They crept along the wall to the tapestry Albus had followed James to before, behind which there was a stairway which led down to the second floor. That was where they had nearly been caught by Filch last time. After that, they only had to risk descending the grand staircase down to the entrance hall and, finally, to the Great Hall.
“James,” Albus whispered as they crept down the hidden stairway, careful not to trip in the darkness. “Do you have any plan?”
“Any plan?” James repeated with obvious confusion.
“For… y’know, if… if it’s really him.”
James didn’t reply for a moment, but after a few more steps, he came to a halt. Albus could hardly see him in the gloom, but he could tell that James had turned to face him. “Do what Dad told us to do,” he said, his voice steady and serious. “We run.”
Albus nodded before he realized James couldn’t see him. “Yeah,” he said quietly, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. Running is what he would have done anyway.
They continued down the stairs, reaching the tapestry onto the second floor. James peeked out of the edge, paused a moment to make sure it was clear, and slipped through. Albus followed, letting the tapestry fall back to obscure the hidden passage once again. Now came the tricky part with the pair of them being out in the open, but it seemed to progress without incident. They walked slowly and quietly, though Albus winced every time his shoe accidently made a slight slap against the stone floor. They arrived to the grand staircase, the periodic sound of scraping stone providing a shred of comfort. At least they wouldn’t have to worry too much about their feet making noise amidst the sound of the moving staircases. James leaned out of the second floor corridor, glancing up and down.
“No Filch,” he whispered. “Let’s go— quickly, Al.” With that, the pair of brothers descended the stairwell as quickly as they could, arriving to the first landing, then waiting with nerve-wracking suspense for the next staircase to move toward them to take them down to the entrance hall corridor below. It was currently leading to a doorway across from them, but had just dislodged itself from the wall. The rate at which it swung toward them was agonizingly slow, with James muttering under his breath repeatedly, “Come on, come on…”
Before it even had the chance to properly latch onto their platform, the two of them practically leaped onto its stairs and took them two at a time, almost collapsing into the first floor corridor. They stood there for only a moment, waiting for their heart rates to even out. They exchanged glances, James with a victorious half-smile and Albus with a sigh of relief.
“Check the map,” Albus said, straightening to lean back against the corridor’s wall.
With his wand already in his hand, James reached behind him and tugged out the map from his pocket. “Lumos,” he said, the tip of his wand illuminating itself with a steady white glow, before he set to unfolding the map to its center-creased page. He aimed his wand. “I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good,” he whispered. The ink slowly began appearing word by word, but James had already begun unfolding it to the section of the Great Hall.
Albus leaned over to get a better view, just as James flipped the next fold over to reveal the Great Hall. There was a single name hovering in the center, clear and vivid on its scroll-like label. It was Tom Riddle, there was no mistaking it. Both James and Albus stared at it for a moment, as though both of them expected it to disappear in a second as per the usual, but it remained drifting there for what felt like a full minute.
Albus looked up, meeting James’s eyes. “You sure about this?”
“We came this far,” James answered, lowering the map. “Besides, it’s impossible. He’s dead.”
They paused for a moment longer, Albus looking apprehensively down the short corridor to the entrance hall, seeing the door to the Great Hall illuminated by the moonlight from the castle windows. He rolled his lips between his teeth, biting them down hard for a second, before giving a nod.
“Let’s go.” James took Albus by the hand and, after they both made sure there was no sign of Filch or his cat, Mrs. Norris, they crossed the wide expanse of the entrance hall and came to the large double door of the Great Hall. James didn’t even hesitate to push the door open and pull Albus inside, more for the risk that they could be seen the longer they lingered outside. It was silent as it fell closed behind them, with not even the sound of a latch clicking.
Starlight and moonlight illuminated the Great Hall with a pale hue due to the bewitched ceiling above. Albus and James both stayed with their backs to the door just in case they had to make a quick getaway, but they wasted no time in training their eyes onto the center of the room where, to their horror, there was indeed a slender humanoid figure standing alone in the middle of the four long tables, its back to them.