The Room had begun to change. The wall behind them (where the door had been) had begun to peel back on itself, shrinking and revealing a stretch of room in front of them that was shifting and twisting and convulsing as the walls changed. A fireplace popped out of the wall, and furniture warped into existence, and a new door appeared with a creak of splintering and snapping wood. A fire roared into being in the hearth, and tiles scuttled out from in between the bricks and scurried their way across the walls until they settled into their intended place.  A wall to the left began to stretch itself open into an archway, and now they could only hear as the Room formed an extra space for them just outside of their view. Hesitantly, Draco ventured into the new room to investigate, but Harry couldn’t move. He knew this room.