Chuckling, listening to Harry's bewildered voice coming from the muggle intercom, Marcus decided to throw the Gryffindor a bone.

"I am awake but the biggest question is what the fuck are you doing here at my house?" Marcus pretended to sound pissed off, but couldn't hide the amusement completely from his voice.

He winked at Gerald then, after a perfectly wicked idea went through his head.

"Now, you might say you're Harry Potter but...I don't know. A wizard like me has many enemies," Marcus told the green-eyed wizard on the other side of the door. "So if I asked you something that only myself and Harry Potter would know, you would be able to answer wouldn't you?"