Disclaimer's in the prologue.
"YOU!" Lars exclaimed as they entered the last chamber. There was a figure of a man in front of the mirror, he can tell who it was as there is only one person in the whole school who wears a turban. Quirrell turned around and eyed them both.
"Mr. Potter...oh and the prodigal son Mr. Evandrus." Quirrell said, eyeing them both. Harry loudly snorted at that comment.
Quirrell hummed. "I must say I was only expecting Lawrence."
Lars scoffed. "Of course you bloody idiots will always expect me." he muttered.
"Theo was right about you after all, Squirrel Quirrell" Harry said snidely, Quirrell glared at his brother for that.
"You were the one trying to steal it, not Professor Snape, all along." Harry stated. Lars couldn't help but think that perhaps next time he should listen more to his brother.
Quirrell chuckled darkly. "Yes your teacher does seem the type, doesn't he? Well next to him who would suspect t-the p-p-p-poor s-s-stuttering P-professor Quirrell."
"Theo would, obviously." Harry retorted. "Seeing as you're his number one suspect even when we can't find anything that will connect you to the Dark Lord."
"I hate you for trying to kill me." Lars said to Quirrell. "Hell all I long I also thought it was Snape..."
"I would have succeeded in killing you that day," Quirrell said irritably. "Had your brother did not go all heroic and save your pitiful hide, even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse."
Lars' eyes widened at the news that Snape tried to save him. This was all mind-boggling. His most hated Professor, Head of Slytherin house, head of the anti-Potter club (if there is one), tried to save him. He felt like an idiot after that. Of course Snape was trying to save him, why else would the man be muttering something?
"So, do you want the stone for you, or for somebody else?" Harry asked Quirrell, quite conversationally so that it was a bit unsettling.
"It is for my master," Quirrell answered before turning to face the mirror once again. Lars figured that the Master is none other than Voldemort himself, but where is that monster?
"Now what does this mirror do," Quirrell didn't pay attention and continued to speak even when Harry said, in a matter of fact tone "It's a mirror, obviously it shows your reflection."
"I see myself holding the stone, I see myself presenting it to my master, but how do I get it!"
"Use the boy!" commanded a hoarse voice from nowhere. He shivered.
Quirrell looked sharply at them. "Come here boy now!"
Harry smirked which perplexed both him and Quirrell. "In case you don't know Quirrell there are two boys in front of you so which one are you calling snake boy or lion boy?" his older twin said coolly.
Lars looked warily at his brother, thinking if it was a good idea to mock the one who, at the moment, wants him, being the boy-who-lived, and Harry, being there with him, killed. He was quite sure that insulting Quirrell is going against his brother's sense of self-preservation.
"You're not killing either of us until you get the stone Quirrell," Harry said in a very calm tone. Scary as hell, to be honest.
"Really?" Quirrell said with a mocking smirk, a sign that the man was underestimating his brother. "What makes you think that Evandrus? I have no need for you. I only have need for your brother. I can kill you right here, right now."
"Yes, you probably can, but you're not doing it, squirrel." Lars very much wanted to know what is in his twin's mind. One thing he's preaching about self-preservation, now it would seem like he's egging the man into hurting them both.
Quirrell suddenly snapped his fingers and ropes bounded Harry who slumped down on the ground but did not look one bit scared, no surprise there. Sometimes, his brother's apparent fearlessness scares him it's creepy when you think one is not scared of anything.
"I'll deal with you later." Quirrell said angrily before turning to him. "Lawrence! Come here or I'll kill your brother!" Lars started walking towards the mad Professor with slightly shaky knees.
"What do you see?" Lars looked closer into the mirror, when he first saw the mirror back in the holidays, he saw his whole happy family but now he sees his reflection holding a blood red stone and putting it inside his right pocket. He had to lie he knew he had to even if he completely suck at it.
"I- I was shaking hands with Dumbledore, we - we've won the house cup." He lied nervously looking at Quirrell right in the face.
"He lies!" hissed the hoarse voice, Quirrell's master's voice probably. It echoed in the chamber, but there were no other people there besides the three of them, not unless Voldemort is invisible.
"Tell the truth!" demanded Quirrell.
"Let me speak to him." The voice of Quirrell's master said again.
"Master you are not strong enough." Quirrell said to his master with concern
"SILENCE!" The voice snarled. "I have strength enough for this." Quirrell nodded his head fearfully then started taking off his purple turban.
Lars ran back to help his brother who was still bounded. He picked up his brother's wand then pointed it at the ropes and said "Relashio" The ropes disintegrated and he gave back Harry's wand and drew his own.
Quirrell have just finished removing the thick turban covering his entire head, what the twins saw next made them make a look of disgust in their faces. There was another face attached to the back of Quirrell's head, a distorted face of a man, if you can even bear to call him that, with eyes that have red slits. Well, now they have the answer as to where Voldemort is. And the answer is pretty unexpected.
"Lord Voldemort." Harry stated.
"Holy Merlin's bloody arse you're ugly!" Lars exclaimed at seeing Voldemort's face through a reflection at the gold plated borders of the Mirror of Erised.
Voldemort and Quirrell scowled. "Yes, see what I've become?" The face of Voldemort said.
"Unfortunately..." Harry muttered
"Mere shadow and vapour...I have form only when I can share another's body..."
"Disgusting..."
"but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds"
"Yes...weak willed people let you into their hearts and mind"
"...Unicorn blood has strengthened me, these past weeks . . . you saw faithful Quirrell..." Harry interrupted Quirrell again.
"Oh, so you're the one who I have to thank for the blood sample of that unicorn." Lars remembered that Theo scooped up a few vials full of Unicorn blood back in the forest for Harry.
"Silence!" Voldemort snarled again, apparently he had had enough of Harry interjecting comments at nearly everything he was saying. It was quite hilarious when you come to think of it.
"Now," Quirrell looked at him. "Why don't you give me that stone in your pocket, Potter."
Harry looked at him too and he just nodded. "Don't be foolish boys!" Voldemort yelled at them. "Better save your lives and join me, or you'll meet the same fate as your mother!" They both continued looking at the man with two faces with utter disgust and disbelief.
"Evandrus think like a Slytherin, join me. I can give you greater power and you will not be in the shadow of your brother!" Voldemort coaxed.
Personally Harry was insulted by the Dark Wizard's offer for he is not a...well maybe he does seek power for a little bit, it goes without saying when you're a Slytherin, but not in a megalomaniacal way like Voldemort who will do anything, including murder of the innocent, in exchange for power. He did think though, thinking how they will both get out of this mess.
"You will give me greater power correct?" Harry said in his most demanding tone. "Immeasurable power...more than anybody else...more than Dumbledore."
"Yesss." Voldemort hissed accompanied by an amused chuckle. "Power beyond your wildest dreams...just join me...and I'll give you anything and everything."
"Anything and everything," Harry repeated, seemingly in awe. "Everything you know about magic...the dark arts...ancient magic...all of it..."
"Yesss..." Voldemort hissed once again. Harry walked towards Voldemort's side without another word while Lars had a look of being terrified.
"Harry no!" Lars shouted.
"You know Lars," Harry began as he stands beside Quirrell. "I'm a Slytherin, and as such I have ambitions of power, immeasurable power, say you should use a simple stunning spell, and it will result in something like the killing curse...that power..." he winked at Lars then after a split second of confusion Lars shouted "STUPEFY!" with the spell directed at Quirrell, he backed away immediately and stood his ground.
"Bombarda!" Lars yelled and one of the pillars went down on Quirrell who barely missed it.
"Diffindo!" Harry cast at Quirrell, who blocked it (no surprise there), before he ran towards his brother.
"Avada Kedavra!" Quirrell bellowed the killing curse very angrily at them.
It was a close shot, he would've gotten hit by that curse had his younger twin did not pulled him to duck behind some debris.
"I know I know...everything's a terrible...terrible idea..." Lars said before he even said something.
"Yes, yes, as much as I would like to say 'I told you so', I prefer living at the moment." Harry looked around the place. There was basically no escape route for them. He can hear Quirrell's footsteps echoing in the chamber. "You cast there, I'll cast here...don't get too close to him..." he trailed off when they heard Quirrell's voice saying "Come out boys, come out and play," along with another curse that partly destroyed the large stone that they were using as a shield.
"Bad move Evandrus, rejecting my master's offer." Harry just ignored the man.
"After I cast an unknown spell let's play with fire shall we?" Lars nodded. Hopefully he got what he meant. "Ready?" Lars nodded.
They started casting multiple spells at Quirrell who looked like he was starting to have a difficult time blocking each of it.
"Magnesio Ardeo!" Harry bellowed then a bright white spark came out of his wand. It looked like flares, only it was brighter. The bright spark temporarily blinded Quirrell who probably did not expect such a spell.
"You fool!" Voldemort's hoarse voice yelled. "Get the stone!" He can't seem to do anything without Quirrell doing it for him. Now Harry was sure that Quirrell won't be able to block their spell.
"Now Lawrence!" he yelled.
"Aeternus Inardesco!" They both cast at the same time at different sides of the room catching Quirrell head on. Quirrell wasn't able to block it at the same time, now two sets of blue fire were circling around him, not even his oh so precious monster, even if incredibly powerful he had to admit, of a master can save him.
The fire continued to burn Quirrell, who was screaming in pain begging his master to help him, until only his ashes were left. Lawrence suddenly fainted after that while he was still standing. He didn't notice it but he fainted as well when a black smoke in the shape of a human being passed through him.
"Oh mate you're awake!" That was the first thing Harry heard when he woke up. His first impulse was pulling his ear as usual. He sat up from his bed and looked at the bed beside him where Lars is still resting.
"Of all the people I'm going to see when I wake up, your face is the first I see and your voice is the first I hear." he complained and Theo just chuckled at him.
"What time is it?"
"Nine in the morning..." his friend replied.
"Nine? Don't you have classes?" He asked.
"Classes are over, remember? Exams are over. Did you hit your head or something?"
"Right...so how long have I been here?" he asked. Theo informed him that he was just there for only a day since the incident at the trapdoor. Lars still hasn't woken up yet and will only do so after two or more days. He was kind of regretting teaching his twin brother that spell, knowing that it takes a lot of energy when the spell is directed to another human being. However, he got an answer to his question. They're both alive so nothing to be guilty of.
"Drink this Mr. Evandrus and you're free to go." Madame Pomfrey said as she approached them. She gave him a vial that Harry recognized as a strengthening solution.
Harry changed into his school robes after he drank the potion then left.
"I take it you read my note," Harry said while on their way to the common room.
"Yeah, but I didn't read all of it, only the part that you followed Lawrence..." Theo then explained that the moment he read that, he immediately went to the Potions Master's classroom.
=Flashback=
Theo woke up sometime after midnight to drink a glass of water when a note, right beside the jug, fell on the ground. He picked it up and just a second after glancing at it he grabbed his robe and stormed out all the way to the Potions Master's quarters.
"PROFESSOR SNAPE!" He banged and banged on the Professor's door but alas, it seemed that the Professor doesn't hear his banging that can wake up an entire village.
"PROFESSOR SNAPE!"
"WHAT!?" He heard a loud voice, a slamming door and foot stomping, getting closer and closer.
"This better be good or I shall have you stuck in scrubbing those filthy cauldrons for the rest of your cursed time here at Hogwarts!" Theo winced at the Professor's irritated voice. He had now successfully woken up his Head of House, was that good or bad? He shook the thought away from his head.
The door was opened in full force "What in blazes -" Theo did not give the Professor any more time to speak as he ranted on what they know about the forbidden corridor, bottom line, Harry's gone through the trapdoor.
"Go back to your room Mr. Nott."
"But Sir!"
"Theodore Alexander Nott," Theo flinched at the use of his whole name. "When I say I will take care of it I will, now off with you and I'll be done with fetching your friend." Theo scurried away soon after that. Not being able to sleep anymore, he just waited.
=End=
"Alright there Harry?" Theo asked him before entering the Great Hall to have something to eat. He just nodded.
"You ok to play then?"
"Excuse me what?" he was still a little dazed and doesn't quite know what Theo's talking about.
"The Quiditch finals!" Theo exclaimed. "It's tomorrow!"
"Yes, I'm perfectly fine." he answered while filling his plate. Once he wins the match tomorrow, his sentence is over, he wouldn't have to play again next year.
"Mr. Evandrus," The voice of the Potions Master drawled behind him and he jumped. He turned and saw that the Potions Master was glowering at him, then again he always looked like he was glaring and glowering at everybody.
"You are requested at the Headmaster's office now," Professor Snape said in a low voice, "As of this moment he is very interested in Gobstoppers." Then the Professor stalked off without another word.
"Ehm..."
"Gobstoppers' the password," he explained to Theo before heading to the Headmaster's office.
"Gobstoppers." Harry said and the gargoyle moved and showed the staircase leading to the Headmaster's office.
"Enter." He heard the voice of the Headmaster after he knocked. He entered and saw the Headmaster seated on his throne like chair behind the desk and Fawkes, the Headmaster's flaming chicken and phoenix familiar, perched on his shoulder.
"Good afternoon Sir." he said politely and the Headmaster gave him a smile.
"Lemon drops? My boy," He had always accepted the Headmaster's offer of lemon drop. In fact, it was one of the very few sweets that he eats.
"So how are you my boy?" The Headmaster asked concernedly.
"I'm fine," he answered dismissively. "What did you call me here for Sir?"
"A certain couple wishes to see how you are faring, my boy."
Harry looked behind him when the Headmaster did. The fireplace flared and one person went out after another. The first one was a man with an all white hair that looked older than Dumbledore with a lot of wrinkles on his face. The other was a woman, an old lady with a slightly bowing posture.
"Harry!" The old man greeted and hugged him and so did the old lady.
"Hi Nic. Hi Nelle." Harry greeted the old couple with a smile. It was the first time that he saw the Flamel couple in more than ten months. Nic and Nelle exchanged pleasantries with the Headmaster before the Headmaster excused himself to go 'have a little chat with Minnie'.
"How are you Harry?" Nic asked while fondly tousling his hair which made him frown. His hair is ruined.
"Not really good as of this moment since you ruined my hair Nic," he said jokingly. "I'm brilliant, how about you and Nelle?"
"We are doing as well as we can be chevreau." Nelle said, handing him a box of homemade cookies that he really likes before sitting down on the couch.
"I am surprised Harry," Nic said, patting his shoulder, "for a boy as inquisitive as you, not once did you ask me why my stone is here."
"Well, I didn't think I had to ask. It was pretty obvious that it's here for its own protection..." He explained. "Besides, I didn't know that that was what's in the forbidden corridor until last January when I found out that Lars was researching about you."
"Lars?" Nic inquired before realizing. "Oh, you mean the young Mr. Potter, your brother Lawrence." He nodded. "Is he still in the infirmary?"
"Yes, I think it'll still be a day or two before he wakes up."
Nelle looked sympathetically to him. "We wish him well."
"Thanks, are you here to get the stone already?" Harry asked. "Now that it's safe from 'You-Know-Who' you can take it now."
The old couple looked at each other before Nic answered "We have retrieved the stone, and we would like to thank you, your brother and your friends for your effort in protecting it."
"They're not my friends, they're my brother's friends." he responded immediately. "Honestly, it wasn't my idea to go after it. The real hero, hero, stupid enough to face a full grown wizard was my brother. It was my brother's idea. I was only there for damage control."
"It was wise not to think of going there," Nelle said. "It was very dangerous."
"Not to mention very stupid Nelle," Harry added. "Extremely, really stupid."
"It was heroic, courageous and noble," Nic said which caused Nelle to smack his arm.
"Nicolas Flamel," She said in her scolding tone, "courageous and noble, or not, we do not tolerate children in going to life threatening situation."
"Yes and stupid," Nic said quietly while rubbing his arm.
Harry chuckled. "I'm a Slytherin Nic." he stated as if it is an answer enough. "I don't do heroic, courageous and noble, only Gryffindors with no sense of self-preservation does that."
"I am beginning to think that Nicolas should not have been placed in Ravenclaw all those years ago and be in Gryffindor instead." Nic scowled good naturedly at Nelle.
"Now enough with Nic's stone, I heard you have a game to play tomorrow."
Harry sighed, twice in a day had he been reminded that there would be a match tomorrow. "Final game, snakes versus lions and I'm going to win it."
"Are you sure you are well enough to play, you should excuse yourself from playing if you are not feeling well." She said concernedly to him.
"I'm fine, it's just Quiditch."
"Hmm...You never did tell us why you are playing with your House team chevreau," Nic wondered. "If I remember quite clearly, you bear no enthusiasm for the game, and you do not play well with others."
"I don't need to do too much team playing, my job is to just catch that winged, and golden coloured golf ball." he said before shrugging, "and it was also part of my punishment for disobeying a teacher's instruction."
"Quite a punishment for you then." Nic commented with a smile. "Now Nelle and I are going to watch you play for tomorrow's game, see how good the...second to the youngest seeker in a century is." He was second to the youngest, technically, because he was born a few minutes earlier than Lars.
"And you should have told us that you needed a broom last November, we would have bought you one," Nelle reprimanded. "I do not approve of that broom that that mischief maker lent you."
"I heard it is fast though and it would be a sure win for..." a glare that comes along with a warning of certain death from Nelle, and Nic's words slowly turned into a whisper "Yes it is very fast and dangerous."
"Where is your friend if I may ask? We would like to meet him." Nelle said.
"Friend?" he was confused for a few seconds before thinking of his roommate. "You mean Theo...He's probably..." He wasn't able to finish what he was going to say when the door opened and there goes Theo, talk about good timing.
"Ehm...Hi," Theo said awkwardly as he entered the room looking curiously at Nic and Nelle who he doesn't know yet. "I don't know why I'm here though..."
"The Headmaster called you?"
"Yeah...or at least that's what Snape said." Theo said while still looking at Nic and Nelle. "Ehm...I'm uh...Theodore Nott." Theo held out his hand and Nic shook it with his two.
"Nicholas Flamel." introduced Nic with a grin. "That is Nic to you and this is my lovely wife Perenelle, Nelle for short." Theo's mouth fell on the ground. As much as that would be comedic if it's literal, it is not.
"Really? Wicked! Quite an honour to meet you, Sir." Theo said cheerfully while shaking Nic's hand very nervously.
"It is nice to meet a friend of Harry's as well Theodore," Nic said kindly. "We were worried that he would not find it in himself to befriend someone."
"He really didn't," Theo blurted out. "I mean he wasn't all buddy, buddy with everybody, -Hey that rhymes-." Harry rolled his eyes.
Nic and Nelle just chuckled. "Here you are dear." She also gave Theo a box of cookies.
"Uhm... Thanks Mrs. Flamel." Theo said, accepting the cookies.
"Just, Nelle, dear..." She said kindly.
"Ok...Mrs...uhm... Nelle... Hehe..."
The Flamels left after more minutes of chat and Theo getting comfortable with them. Nic seemed to be fond of Theo because, as usual, he is not like the supremacist family that he came from and also because of his astounding observation skills that highly impressed Nic.
The following morning, the Flamels did go back to Hogwarts as promised. The other students were staring, gossiping who the old couple were. Harry remembered that not many people knew what the Flamels looked like.
Before the start of the game, Harry and Theo were greeted by the old couple while Harry was heading towards the Slytherin team, and Theo to the stands along with the other Slytherin students.
"Good luck Harry, and enjoy the game." Nic said with a wink while Nelle said "Be careful with that broom, Chevreau."
"I always am careful," he replied to the old couple before the said couple went to the stands where the staffs and teachers were seated.
"What on earth is 'Chevreau'?" Theo asked.
"It's like 'my boy' or something like that." he replied to his friend before meeting the team. Flint had only one order for him 'catch the snitch'. That's exactly what he'll do. He wants to finish the game as quickly as possible.
"SLYTHERIN! SLYTHERIN!" The whole lot of Slytherin house were chanting for them the moment the game started. Not long after the game started, just a mere five minutes of it, he had already caught the snitch. Without Lars, Gryffindor really was not much of a team. Especially that their reserve seeker, the curly haired boy, was one pretentious git who kept on bossing around the other members, yelling on how to do their work.
The moment he got off from his broom and headed to the changing room, the Flamels congratulated him, and said to him "Fix your relationship." before leaving. He knew exactly what the phrase was for.
As he watched them leave, he couldn't help but think that there is something weird about the couple although he couldn't quite put his finger into it.
"Yes!" Theo exclaimed giving him a tight hug from behind while he was about to enter the changing room. "Thank you for my galleons!"
Harry rolled his eyes. "You do know that my brother will not stop ranting about how unfair it was once he wakes up."
"Yep...but still he should honour it." Theo said with a goofy grin. "I did."
"There's a party -" Theo began when he got out of the changing room.
"No I'm not going." He cut off his friend. "I already told them that."
"Oh come on mate, you're not playing next year, you might as well join their party later."
"No," he repeated.
"You can go if you like," he said to his friend on their way to the castle, "just say that I want you to get some sweets or whatever you want. I have to go talk to Professor Snape."
"Oh fine...see you later then." They parted ways by the corridor separating the way to the Potions Master's classroom and the Slytherin Common room.
"Enter," he sighed before entering the Potions Master's classroom.
"You wanted to see me Sir?" he said lamely. Of course the man wanted to.
"I wouldn't tell you to come here now, would I?" The Potions Master said dryly while setting aside the paper that he is grading and, most probably, insulting.
"Come along now," The Potions Master led him to his quarters. The room was, unsurprisingly, decorated in Slytherin colours. "Tea?"
He shook his head. "No thanks."
"While I'm pleased that you had spared a moment to think and left a note to Mr. Nott about your 'moment of insanity'," the Potions Master's lips quirked in amusement. "I, however, would have been more pleased had you come directly to me instead of heading to the third-floor corridor. We might have prevented some...damages."
"No Sir, I don't think we would have." he said bluntly. Professor Snape raised an eyebrow along with a question of 'why is that?'
"I was getting uneasy, Sir, that night because I know my brother and his friends will go there, I wasn't sure what time so when I finally decided to see for myself, I found that they were about to enter where the Cerberus is."
"Then why didn't you inform a teacher that your brother was planning on doing it?"
"I don't know Sir." He said quietly. He really didn't know except the feeling that he shouldn't. "Perhaps...Maybe because I don't want my brother to be angry with me, and I know for sure that he would be if I informed a teacher." Professor Snape nodded, clearly disbelieving of his story, but refrained from anything.
"I knew they were going to, I knew that they were going to use the cloak."
"I'm wondering, Mr. Evandrus, how you knew that they were under the cloak, I saw the cloak that your miscreant of a Father left for your brother on the ground of the chamber."
"Whispers and footprints, they weren't really quiet." he replied while thinking how stupid it was that you are invisible and you can't even keep your mouth shut.
"I'm just doing some math Sir." he said after a while. "If I went to you first, judging from what Theo told me, it would still be a few minutes before you opened up your door, then we would still have to get pass through fluffy, the devil snares, and catch the key."
"And in the end it might have been the same, except the part where my brother would not be able to solve your riddle because either Weasley or Granger would be injured while playing chess. If Weasley gets a concussion or some wound or whatever, Granger would have to, or would want to stay behind. I mean that's just my view of what might have been because they're Gryffindors. And, or if Granger gets knocked out, my brother would probably be dead by Quirrell's hand if he tries to guess which potion is the right one."
"Hmmm...Why would he not be dead before Quirrell gets to him?" The Potions Master asked him curiously. "If they happen to drink one of the three bottles with poison, they would die."
Harry shook his head. "No they wouldn't Sir, those three weren't poison." he said confidently. "I don't know what they are. I didn't examine each one of them, but I do think they weren't poison. My guess is it is some kind of sleeping potion, or any potion that could knock you out."
"Do tell why." Professor Snape said. "If I do remember correctly, and I am sure I do, my riddle said that 'three of us are killers'."
"I don't doubt that you would prefer to put poison or anything...deadly in it Sir. But, I don't think the Headmaster would want Quirrell to die without being interrogated."
"Quite right, Evandrus." The Potions Master praised. Well that was as close as a praise coming from the man. "You are correct it is not poison, rather it was a Draught of Living Death. As a matter of fact all five were filled with the Draught of Living Death, there was neither nettle wine nor poison as the Headmaster does not wish for Quirrell to die had he guessed the potion wrong."
"Sir? Were you the one took Lawrence and I from that room?" He asked.
"Yes, I was." Professor Snape answered. "When the Headmaster arrived, I had just brought the two of you to the infirmary."
"I see. Anyway, thank you Sir, for getting us out of there," he hesitated. "And thank you for saving my twin brother last November as well."
Professor Snape looked like he wanted to deny that he tried saving Lawrence during the Quiditch match. The Professor then said "It is my duty as a teacher to protect my students, no matter how irritating and obnoxious they can be." Duty, of course.
"He's not that bad."
"Let me be the judge of that." Professor Snape stood up and opened the door, motioning for him to leave.
Professor Snape placed a hand on his shoulder before letting him out "Do try to avoid life threatening situations next time, Mr. Evandrus."
"I always do Professor. I just got...dragged in." And dragged in he got.