And then the heat went from being an open furnace door to being in the furnace as the door approached and for a second the fire licked out at them, almost surrounding them. Draco plastered himself down to the broom, feeling his hair singing and skin burning, and then they were through the door, ramming into the wall opposite and tumbling to the ground. He looked around, gasping and dizzy and picking up his wand from the ground where it had fallen, and looked around the Order members.