His footsteps echoed loudly as he walked slowly towards the dais.
Gripping his wand very tightly, he edged around the dais, but there was nobody there; all that could be seen was the other side of the tattered black veil.
The gently rippling veil intrigued him; he felt a very strong inclination to climb up on the dais and walk through it.
Harry demanded, for the whispering and murmuring was becoming louder; without really meaning to put it there, he found his foot was on the dais.
That’s what I’ve been trying to — well, come on, then!’ said Hermione, and she led the way back around the dais.
The back of his legs hit something solid: he had reached the dais where the archway stood.
Harry did not wait to see whether it had made contact, but dived off the dais out of the way.
As Harry scrambled up again he looked around and saw Malfoy smash into the dais on which Sirius and Bellatrix were now duelling.
He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore, too, turned towards the dais.
Lupin dragged Harry away from the dais.
’A brain addacked Ron bud I dink he’s all righd — and Herbione’s unconscious, bud we could feel a bulse = There was a loud bang and a yell from behind the dais.
Instead of a chained chair, however, there was a raised stone dais in the centre of the pit, on which stood a stone archway that looked so ancient, cracked and crumbling that Harry was amazed the thing was still standing.
Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out… But as he reached the ground and sprinted towards the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back.
’Yeah…’ Something finally slid back into place in his brain; Sirius, captured, bound and tortured, and he was staring at this archway… He took several paces back from the dais and wrenched his eyes from the veil.
He ran a few feet into the new room and felt the floor vanish — He was falling down steep stone step after steep stone step, bouncing on every tier until at last, with a crash that knocked all the breath out of his body, he landed flat on his back in the sunken pit where the stone archway stood on its dais.
…for him as though his life depended on it, the only possible explanation was that he could not come back… that he really was Dumbledore had most of the remaining Death Eaters grouped in the middle of the room, seemingly immobilised by invisible ropes; Mad-Eye Moody had crawled across the room to where Tonks lay, and was attempting to revive her; behind the dais there were still hashes of light, grunts and cries — Kingsley had run forward to continue Sirius’s duel with Bellatrix.
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She was seated on the inaugural dais near the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court.