Harry was in the Room of Hidden Things. In front of him, were mounds and mounds of items, rising to mountainous peaks that threatened to brush the roof of the cathedral size room. His eyes flicked along the alleys in front of him that wound their way through the mountains, like rivers and valleys, deeper and deeper into the room. He thought of the treasures that lay beyond. He glanced over his shoulder and found Draco at his back. Grey eyes met his, and he gave the smallest of nods. Harry’s eyes trailed down his arm and found the cup of Hufflepuff held firmly by its handle. A chain was wound tightly around the cups body and in-between Draco’s fingers, ending in the bowl of the cup where Harry could just see the top of Slytherin’s locket poking out.