New photo of Jonathan Bailey as Harry Clark for Comic Relief’s sketch The Traitors airing tonight on BBC One at 7pm (UK time)
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Prompt 10 - Traitor
@jegulus-microfic April 10, Word count 292
James had the perfect hiding place. They would never find him there. For once, he was warm and dry and so high up no one could see him from the ground.
He heard a shriek from somewhere below and shuffled himself as far back as possible.
Footsteps hurried towards his hiding place. He held his breath. The footsteps clattered away again.
James could hear voices, one urging the other to check again.
The footsteps returned, followed by a much heavier set.
“Lift?” A small voice asked. He heard a snort. And then a hand pushed under his cover and poked him in the eye.
“Ouch!” He cried. A fit of tiny giggles erupted in front of him.
He yanked the bed sheet off his head and, with a bit of twisting, dropped out of the cupboard onto the floor. Regulus was standing there with Harry wrapped securely in his hands. “You found me!” James beamed at the toddler.
“Papa told me where you were.” Harry grinned up at Regulus.
“Tiny traitor,” Regulus said indulgently. He stroked Harry’s hair, trying to get it to life flat. It was a losing battle.
James gathered them both into his arms.
“Okay, my turn. You go hide.” He covered his face with both hands. “1,2,3,4,5,” He peeked between his fingers as Regulus and Harry ran away giggling. “6,7,8,” Harry was going to be so easy to find. James could still hear him making far too much noise. Regulus would be impossible to find. He made it easy for Harry. But he made James work for it. “9,10! Ready or not! Here I come!” James removed his hands from his face and purposely ran past the giggling curtains with the tiny feet poking out from underneath them.
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