"Get out!" Kingsley boomed again, and Hermione stumble-scrambled for the door with George behind her, shoving at her and then making it past her, grabbing her elbow and dragging her along with him. She didn't think about anything but getting toward that ragged hole in the side of the house where the door had been before Lupin had disintegrated it. They burst out of the house, George still half-dragging Hermione along with him. His legs were longer, she thought disjointedly, it wasn't fair, of course she was having trouble keeping up, his legs were so much longer.