A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Word Count: 638

The Drill Master reached out and grabbed the hood from Stag's head by the antlers. He ripped it off revealing a head of messy black hair and a pair of hazel eyes.

"You? I should have known, it was you, Potter. Of all the people in this whole world, my arch nemesis in costume is my archnemesis in real life life!"

"I'm your archnemesis in real life? I don't even know who you are," James stated, staring at the man before him. He seemed to think about the statement for a moment before his eyes lit up.

"Really? Really? Vernon? Really?" he exclaimed as Vernon pulled off his mask. James shook his head.

"All this time, I thought you were just another power like me," James muttered. "I never even thought... Wait, I thought Petunia's cooking was your archnemesis?" he asked. Vernon laughed, a deep belly laugh that made James want to join in. He ended up doing just that.

"It is, remember how last Christmas she tried to make that ham?" Vernon howled, slapping James on the back.

"And she left the plastic on it?" he finished, sending Vernon laughing again. They stood there laughing for a moment before staring at each other.

"Now what? I mean, now that we know each others identities... If you kidnap the person I love most, Petunia will have a fit," James asked. Vernon nodded, thinking, which wasn't something he did too often. It gave him a bit of a headache if he thought too hard about anything. He'd put on the mask to help stamp out the wierdness in the world. Now, he'd finally unmasked the man he'd been trying to destroy all these years. How could he destroy the Stag now? Now when the man was standing unmasked, his hair a mess, his face bruised slightly from their last encounter. Vernon tried to remember if he'd given him that fat lip or if James' lips had always been that plump. He hated to admit he'd always admired how the Stag had managed to evade his moves. He noticed James staring at him.

"What Freak?" he asked.

"Just thinking how it's almost a shame you finally caught me, that our games have to end. I will admit it was fun escaping from you, you almost had me a few times. Remember that time in the old drill factory?"

"Yes, I had you chained up by your ankles, and you bent nearly backwards and picked the lock," Vernon said, a gleam in his eyes thinking about that day.

"Good times, good times," James muttered. "So back to the question, what do we do now? Keep putting on masks and sneaking around trying to catch each other? Hang up our cowls and go back to just hating each other while both secretly wondering how Petunia is going to ruin mashed potatoes?"

"We could... start, well, sneaking around, in maybe... a different way," Vernon said, looking at James, thinking about how just well James' costume fit him, how every little curve was just perfect.

"You mean, you want me to cheat on Lily, the woman I've spent my life chasing, with you?" James asked, staring at Vernon in shock. "I think you must have hit your head during our last fight."

"No, I didn't. I just never realized... just how beautiful you were," he explained. James nodded.

"I know I'm gorgeous, but I'm not into blokes, not even you, Vernon. I admit you're decent looking, but I love my Lily, and I always will."

"I guess that leaves us no choice then, Stag," Vernon stated, pulling his mask back over his head and picking up his large drill. James nodded, sliding his mask back on also.

"Let the games continue then," he laughed, jumping off the rooftop and disappearing into the falling night.