Wicked- a Bastille and Harry Potter fanfic

~WE'RE SAFE... I think~

Kyle POV
More and more smoke is filling the room. Oxygen is quickly disappearing. We won't survive that long anymore if no one helps us. I don't believe anyone will come and help us; there's a reason this was our secret repetition room after all. I think we should embrace death, but I'm too young to die right?

Dan POV
I've been in this cupboard for what feels like months, without ever seeing daylight. Albus never let me out, and never talked to me, although I could hear he was there. I don't know what's wrong with me, but especially today I feel like I should go back to Hogwarts. I don't know why, I wasn't at my ease there and it's not safe. Oh god. I left my friends with Amanda, and they don't know what's going on! I need to safe them! I kick hard to try to open the door, but no result. I keep trying, until I don't have any force anymore. It's helpless, I can't safe my friends. Suddenly the door opens, and an old man stands there. It's not Albus, he's even older. "Hello Dan, I'm the nephew of your grandfather. But let's get you out of here, your friends are in danger." No more explanation, but I trust him and I follow. Maybe I'll be able to safe them eventually.