He spun back around and unexpectedly the door was right in front of his face. It was not one of the heavy doors of the Department of Mysteries that he had been chasing, but the plain wooden door of his room at the Dursleys'. Harry heard the click of the lock, and the door handle turned. He was sure — in a visceral, unexplainable way — that something terrible would happen if he was found in front of the door. He tried to run, or at least get out of the way, but he couldn't move.