This time, it was Harry who paced back and forth in front of the tapestry, and Draco who waited patiently to one side. It was only now that they were here, that Harry realised how overwhelming his memories of finding this Horcrux were. He hadn’t felt anxiety like this since his Auror days. He felt as if he were once again searching for the diadem in a Hogwarts under attack, hoping and praying that its discovery would save his friends. He hoped they would be more successful this time around.