The last time I did this, I was damn lucky as Nagini was hot on my heels. But the memories of Narcissa gave me an idea that was foolish but better than nothing. I cast a summoning charm, hoping against all odds that a broom would come to my hand. I had to depend on my memories of Narcissa's flying in order to convince myself that I wasn't about to fall to my death. As a Comet broom that was probably as old as I was landed in my palm, I quickly disillusioned myself and gulped down the rising panic that made me think of when Cissy and I left Gringott's. Nobody has to die today, though, just get out and get to your wife.