Waiting for the dead of night was not so easy.
Fred and George seemed to be the only Gryffindors who still had any energy. They roped Harry and Ron into playing Exploding Snap and kept at it until nearly midnight.
Honestly, if Cyrus had known they were going to do this, he would have slept for a few hours first. At least he would not have been so bored.
Fred still thought he was Ginny and tried to comfort him:
"Don't worry too much, Ginny. We can only do our best," Fred said as he played a card.
"Exactly. Besides, if that thing's gone, it's gone. We've already told Dumbledore. I'm sure he'll find a way," George said.
The twins' words were like a bucket of cold water thrown in the drowsy Cyrus's face, jolting him wide awake.
From the sound of it, they knew about my Diary-and they had told Dumbledore?
Hadn't Ginny said only Harry and the others knew?
Cyrus's heart sank as though a heavy rock had been tied to it.
Admittedly, at this point, whether Dumbledore knew that the Diary was his true body no longer mattered much. He had already been driven out of Hogwarts. If the plan went smoothly, only Fawkes would help Harry fight the basilisk in the end.
But Cyrus did not want to expose his weakness to Dumbledore.
This was Dumbledore!
Dumbledore, who had meticulously planned even his own death!
In the original story, he had practically orchestrated Voldemort's every move. The moment he learned that Voldemort intended to create six Horcruxes, he had already guessed what they were. By following Voldemort's way of thinking, he had found two places where Horcruxes were hidden. Even when he went to the cave, he had so conveniently brought Harry along.
He knew Voldemort