Without another word, they went out the back door, placed the wards on it together to save time, and ran across the garden. Draco was sure the Portkey was still there, concealed between their neglected rose bushes. Well, at least it was winter and nobody would judge them for the state of their garden. He almost laughed. What a thought his brain had churned out in such a moment, attempting to protect itself from being gripped by panic. 