Without a care, Harry opened up an oak cupboard and hummed in anticipation. Yes, it was going to be brilliant. He dragged his knuckles down the fine, night-shadowed wood and kept his face blank. With a sharp stare, he pushed it by the small circular handle and made a loud bam, vibrating on the wooden frame to create quieter noises until it was silent once more. He listened intently for the tell-tale sign of steps. He heard it. It was very quiet at first and he had to strain his hearing, though they got louder. Harry knew that if he failed this and didn’t concentrate this could possibly end his life as he knew it. Images flashed through his brain of orphanages and burning flames on flesh. He squashed the specific memory down without remorse and blanked his face except for sparkles of malicious glee in his brilliant green eyes.