Draco stood in front of the door to the Room of Requirement, a ball of nerves. He couldn't stop shaking. The hair on the back of his neck was standing on end. Fenrir Greyback gave him the creeps, and the other Death Eaters weren't helping the situation. They all seemed to be excited at the prospect of Draco killing Dumbledore. He held the Instant Darkness Powder in one hand, and his Hand of Glory with a lit candle in it gripped tightly in the other. He knew once he opened the door, he'd have to act fast in order to use the powder and the Hand to guide the people behind him to the Astronomy tower. The flickering light wasn't radiant at all. Instead, it wavered just like his resolve at what he was about to do.