He made his way over to the door—a little closer and a little closer. Didn’t dare look back to gauge where the Dark Lord was, for he feared he might catch him watching. Even now he felt that chilling sensation of being stared at, but he hoped it was George, or anyone else. It was making his heart race. If he ignored it and managed to get past those doors, he could break into a run until he reached the Apparition point in the foyer and head home to safety to wait for Hermione.