The Room wasn’t how Harry had expected to find it. Gone were the kitchen and drawing room and their creature comforts, and in their place only the bare stone room remained, the filing cabinet at its centre. It was as if the room was preparing for war, battening down the hatches, and cordoning them off to stop their destruction from spreading. Some part of Harry knew that this was the end of something. That they would never enter the version of the Room of Requirement that had brought them so much comfort again.