With a nod, he glances at his brother. "I know. I can be however I need to be and I'm glad you're here, Charlie. But really, I'm all right. At least now what happens is my choice."

He sits back and considers his brother, eyes narrowed in thought. "If I give it enough thought, I might be able to figure out a way to get out through there..." he points to the door "...and not be captured again. Or maybe on another night the door will open to home. I don't know. I just don't know."

Again, his hand goes to the earring; he takes it out and studies it. "Riddle told me that Voldemort was there. I hardly thought myself important enough to attract his attention."