Harry Potter

The night at Hogwarts was fairly calm, except for the raging adrenaline and the frantic pounding of his heart, which made it feel like it would soon break through his ribs or chest. Harry walked down the corridor in the Invisibility Cloak. He might not be seen, but he could be heard. And the cloak could be snatched off him at any moment by some professor. He almost caught the eye of Mrs. Norris, Filch's faithful cat, who had clearly already run to Filch. She meowed at him that she heard someone.
Potter held his breath, pressing his back against the wall. He saw you walking down the hallway. They'd decided to put you on duty in the hallways at night, after you'd done something wrong. Harry thought you were also running away from the professor. Waiting for you to pass, he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him. That's how you found yourself under the Invisibility Cloak next to Potter. You were scared, because you'd never seen anyone before, and now someone had grabbed your hand. Who knows who it could be?
“Hello,” Harry whispered.
“Hello...” you replied.
"Were you running away from someone?" Harry asked. He seemed to have forgotten to let go of your hand.