Harry moved into the Ritual Room and locked that door, too, simply out of habit. He sat back against the cool onyx panelling and heaved in a series of deep, heady breaths. The dark excitement coursing through him would have worried him in the past, but now he didn't care. Hermione would approve of his actions, and he needed no other validation. In fact, she'd probably be pissed that he hadn't brought her with him for this.