Stood in the portrait hole, the entrance now shut, Harry eyed his throbbing ankle. He cast episkey and let out a sigh of relief when the pain abated back to the level it had been when he left the Hospital Wing - that would have to do. He waited in the portrait hole for five minutes, to be well and truly sure that Dumbledore had left, before he swung it open, and began the long walk to the seventh floor.