The cabinet immediately jumped into action, the top drawer (which contained the basilisk fangs and the wands Mundungus had smuggled for them) sprang immediately open. Harry collected a fang from the drawer, being careful to keep its sharp tip pointed firmly away from his flesh. No sooner was his hand clear of the drawer, then it was sliding itself shut again, and the bottom drawer replaced it. Harry stared down at the golden cup below him, trepidation building in the back of his throat. Something like dread was gathering in his chest, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint why. He should feel excited - elated even that all of their plans were coming to fruition. Instead, he felt frozen by indecision, a voice in his head telling him to leave the Horcrux where it was.