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No Exit	By : JBankai89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 1847 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Part II: Inside

The first thing that Albus noticed as they stepped inside was the smell. Stale, stuffy, and a sickly sweetness permeated the air that he didn't care to identify. It was pitch black, and he pulled out his wand at once.

“Lumos,” he muttered; Scorpius, Teddy and James followed suit.

The four illuminated wands showed that they were standing in some kind of stone hallway. There were heavy iron doors on either side of them, and at the end of the passageway Albus could just make out two sets of stairs, one going up, the other going down.

“Wow,” James breathed, for once not speaking at the top volume of his voice, “this is so cool.” Albus flinched a little, even at a whisper his voice sounded unnaturally loud in the empty space. “Let's g—urk!”

James had made to rush forward, but he was stopped short with a strangled yelp when Teddy's arm shot out and grabbed him by the shoulder.

“Let me lead, James,” he said, an edge of nervousness in his tone, “Just...just to be on the safe side.”

Something about Teddy's caution made Albus feel a little better, and he wondered if he, too, could sense the strange wrongness that seemed to hang in the air. Scorpius's hand that squeezed his was holding onto him so tightly that Albus could feel his fingers beginning to go numb.

“Albus,” Scorpius hissed softly, “I don't like this, we should go.” Albus was about to agree, but James cut in before he could say a word.

“Lighten up, Scorp!” James said brightly. Both younger boys winced at the way James's voice seemed to reverberate off the walls, and Scorpius glared at James following the crude nickname. “We'll be fine, this place is wicked. Why would you want to go now? We haven't finished looking around yet!”

“Ah, the truth comes out at last!” Albus hissed at James, careful to keep his voice low, “You don't want to see Sirius's old cell at all, you just want to do something dangerous to prove that you're just as brave as Dad or something stupid like that.”

“Yeah, well would you have agreed to come if I'd just said I want to check out this cool old prison, and you're coming with me?”

“So you lied,” Albus said, and James sputtered as though he had dishonoured his entire family.

“I did not lie. Must you be so crude, little brother?”

“No, I believe that's your trick.”

“Puh-lease. I am the embodiment of finesse in all its forms,” James said in such a way he clearly seemed to think was a refined tone of voice. Albus crossed his arms and stared down his brother, disbelief and annoyance riddling his features in equal measure.

“Come on. It's not a big deal. My genius plan will make for an entertaining afternoon. Trust me, you'll be thanking me at the end of this,” James said confidently, though somehow, Albus seriously doubted this, and he watched his brother turn to rejoin Teddy in the lead.

“Let's just get this over with,” Albus breathed to Scorpius, and he nodded, resigning himself to follow the others further inside.

Albus found that even their soft footsteps sounded unnaturally loud in the hall, despite his best efforts to slink down the passageway. James kept trying to rush ahead, but Teddy was too quick for him, and kept pulling him back. After the third time and a threat to take him home on the spot, James sobered up and followed just behind Teddy with a frown.

At the end of the hall the group stopped, and Teddy glanced between the two staircases. Shrugging, he dug into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a single fat galleon.

“Merlin we go up, Phoenix we go down,” Teddy said lowly, and they all nodded silently, while he flicked the coin, allowed it to spin in the air for a moment, then caught it deftly and slapped it onto the back of his hand. The three teens waited with bated breath as Teddy pulled back his hand to reveal the shiny, golden phoenix. “All right,” he whispered, “down we go. Stay close.”

He turned to the down staircase, and James followed eagerly.

Albus could not shake the feeling that the darkness around them seemed to be getting...well, darker. He couldn't quite explain it, but even with the four illuminated wands, the light would not stretch very far, and as such they could only see a few feet around them in every direction. It was also getting colder the further down they went, though Albus suspected that it was a natural cold, and not a Dementor that may still be lurking about.

The only time Albus had come face to face with a Dementor was with his father, on his insistence that he properly learn the Patronus Charm. Albus was certain he'd never forget that bone-deep chill, and the stark difference between that and the damp, earthly cold he felt now was strangely reassuring, despite the fear he felt. A creepy abandoned building was one thing, Albus didn't like their chances if they came face-to-face with a real Dementor. The Boggart version had been bad enough.

At the bottom of the staircase was a thick steel door that gave easily when Teddy pushed it, and it opened with a groan of protesting, rusted hinges. While they waited, Albus felt his breath hitch as a finger prodded him sharply just above his left shoulder blade. His head whipped around, and he glared at his brother.

“Don't do that,” he whispered in a soft hiss; as it had back on the ground level, his voice seemed to carry alarmingly far.

“Do what?” James whispered back, his brow knitted together in confusion.

“Poke me, you prat.”

“I didn't touch you!”

“Guys, shut it.” Teddy glared at the two Potters, while they were still shooting each other annoyed stares. Under Teddy's withering eye, they both fell silent. “Come on, and keep quiet,”

Teddy nodded towards the now open door, and after a moment's hesitation the trio followed him inside.

The passageway they now found themselves in was lined with prison cells, most of them open and empty. Teddy was in the lead, closely followed by James, with Albus and Scorpius bringing up the rear.

They had barely crossed the door's threshold, and it suddenly swung shut with a loud bang.

They all whipped around, eyes wide, and Teddy rushed back at once, holding his wand high above him. Albus could feel Scorpius shaking, and he tried to squeeze his hand in reassurance, though he wasn't feeling overly confident himself.

Teddy grabbed the handle and pulled, but the door seemed to be stuck. He planted a foot against the wall and even in the near-complete darkness Albus could see Teddy's arm muscles tensed, pulling on the handle with all his strength. He let it go with a grunt, and crouched down to illuminate the handle and lock.

“I don't think it's locked,” he whispered, still keeping his voice low, “just stuck. We might want to try and find another way out.”

“Why does that strike me as not a good idea,” Albus asked under his breath, then shifted his gaze from Teddy to James. “This is all your fault, it was stupid to come here, and now we're gonna starve to death in the bloody basement of an old prison.”

“Relax, we can just use a speaking Patronus to call for help,” Teddy suggested. Uncertainty pass over his features the moment he said it, however. Not that Albus could blame him. Which adult was least likely to skin them alive for sneaking off to this place?

“Uncle Ron?” James asked uncertainly.

“Dad?” Albus asked after a moment of silence, and James's eyes widened at Albus's suggestion; he shook his head with silent, open-mouthed horror.

“What about Weasley?” Scorpius suggested uncertainly, but it shifted to confusion when his words were met with three identical blank looks.

“Wanna specify which one you mean, Scorp?” James asked as Scorpius glowered at James, who grinned.

“George. He was rather known for causing mayhem while at school, wasn't he? My Father complained about his disruptive shenanigans almost as much as he complained about your Father in general.” He nodded towards the two Potters, and Albus snorted. James appeared confused, but Albus could not count the amount of times he'd heard Draco praise him for being the only Potter with a shred of decency. This statement was usually followed by a full-blown rant about his father. He'd grown so used to hearing them that he never felt that offended that the man was openly badmouthing his own father. Somehow, he doubted that the sentiment was genuine.

“I hate to say it,” Teddy said, “but Al might be right. Harry's gonna kill me, but he's an Auror, so if there's any...stuff hanging about, he'd be best to deal with it. Now shut up, I have to concentrate.” Teddy screwed up his eyes as he focused, and flicked his wand as he whispered confidently, “Expecto Patronum!”

The huge, hulking silver figure erupted from the tip of his wand and bounded through the solid stone wall at the right side of the passage. Scorpius stared.

“Why in the seven hells is Teddy's Patronus a werewolf?” He hissed at Albus, “I thought that was supposed to be a charm made from positive energy!” Scorpius's eyes were wide, though this time from shock instead of fear.

“I'll explain if we ever get out of here,” Albus replied. His insides were tangled in frightened knots, and he moved to follow the others as they padded as silently as they could down the hall.

The passageway seemed unnaturally long to Albus, and more than once he whipped his head around, certain that he'd heard the hiss of whispers following them. The third time this happened, he turned and for a moment, he was certain he could see the silhouette of a man standing just behind him. When he lifted his wand however, there was nothing there.

“Albus?” Scorpius asked uncertainly the third time it had happened. “Are you all right?”

“I just thought I saw...” he cut himself off and shook his head, “never mind. Let's go.”

Hands still clasped tightly together, they hastened to follow the others. They stopped short however when they saw James turn back to them, his eyes falling to their hands. Going rather red, both boys jumped apart, but the damage had been done. James grinned.

“I should've known you'd be a fairy,” he said, laughter in his tone, “You know, Uncle Ron is going to kill you for dating a Malfoy.”

“Shut up,” Albus snapped, careful to keep his voice low. “You can harp on my excellent taste in men when we get out of here, all right?” James choked on a derisive laugh, but for once didn't rise to the comment. He turned back to follow Teddy, and Albus reached for Scorpius's hand. After a moment's hesitation he took it, while Albus offered him an apologetic smile. The young Malfoy returned it, but kept quiet. Perhaps he, too, was wondering how quickly James was likely to blurt it out when his father arrived to get them out of here.

The end of the passageway came upon them rather suddenly. The quartet was now far too unnerved to bother with much 'looking around'. Even James's normal enthusiasm was muted, and his eyes were clouded with the beginnings of genuine fear.

They had found another steel door, beyond which they assumed was another staircase. On either side of the shut door were two cells, though sturdier than the others. They were more heavily reinforced, with windowless steel doors instead of the usual barred sort. Both doors were ajar, and they could see a dark stain that adorned the thin, abandoned mattress in the cell to the left side. The stone walls of the cell had been burnt black in places, though Albus could not tell if it was the result of a curse or fire.

Teddy dragged the heavy door open, it thankfully giving way under his strength, and inside it showed another set of staircases. One leading further underground, the other back up. Both directions were equally dark, and the heavy stone that surrounded them utterly muted the outside world.

The silence was heavy, as though it carried actual weight to it, and Albus's fear was playing havoc on his stomach as a wave of nauseous fear nearly overwhelmed him. His refusal to fall to pieces in front of James was the only thing keeping him standing at the moment—if he freaked out now he'd never hear the end of it.

“I think we should go back up,” Teddy said as softly as he could, “we might be able to find a way back to the exits from there, and—ahhhhh!”

Teddy's frightened cries echoed through the narrow space as he was dragged suddenly backward by an unseen force and into one of the adjacent cells. The door slammed shut of its own volition, and from inside the trio could hear Teddy's screams continue unabated.

“Teddy!” James leapt forward at once and pulled on the door handle, but it wouldn't budge.

Horrified by the screams that continued to fill the silence, Albus jumped forward to help his brother, but even with both of them tugging on the door handle with all their strength, it was as though it had been welded shut and would not move.

As they struggled with the door, Teddy continued to scream.

Abruptly, silence fell.

At the same moment, James and Albus's efforts seemed to have finally dislodged the stuck door, and it swung open sharply. Panting, both boys peered shakily inside the cell, their lit wands held high.

“Teddy?” James called uncertainly, squinting his eyes as he looked inside.

The cell was empty; Teddy was gone.
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