Speculation and Possibilities

"Sirius Black broke into Gryffindor Tower with a knife, intending to assassinate Harry Potter?"

Albert covered a yawn with one hand as he listened to Fred, George, and Lee Jordan recount what had happened in the middle of the night. Tilting his head, he looked at the undamaged portrait entrance and asked, "How exactly did Black get into the Gryffindor Common Room without the password?"

"Longbottom wrote the password on a slip of paper, then lost it. Black found it," Lee Jordan said, pulling a handful of Peppermint Toads from his robe pocket and passing them around. He unwrapped one and popped it into his mouth, saying indistinctly, "You weren't there. You didn't see how furious Professor McGonagall was. Her voice was shaking with anger."

"A while ago, Longbottom did seem to mention losing the slip with the password on it." Albert stroked Tom, who was dozing beside the table, then looked around the crowded Common Room. "Anyway, you lot didn't sleep all night, did you? Why aren't you going back to catch up on sleep? Are you waiting here to hear whether Black was caught?"

"Yeah. Everyone's waiting for news. Do you think Black can get away again?" Fred brought over a cup of rich, milky hot tea, along with a small plate of custard biscuits left over from the night before.

"The chances of catching Black are slim," Albert said without hesitation. "If the professors had managed to catch him, I think you'd have heard the news immediately."

"Actually, I'm more curious why Black didn't kill Ron to silence him, then keep looking for Harry," George said, voicing his doubts.

"Do you really want your brother to be killed by Black?" Lee Jordan could not help rolling his eyes.

"Black liked slaughtering innocents as far back as twelve