It’s terrifying to stand there blind and just listen to the basilisk come to life. The sound of its massive body sliding across the damp stone floors brings back awful memories of Ginny almost dying, being chased by the beast through the maze of pipes, the spectral image of a young Voldemort so close to returning to life. Harry tries his hardest to control his breathing as the basilisk draws near. He grimaces when its rancid breath puffs against him.