For Narcissa had now returned to Hermione, calling her to her feet merely as The Bride. Harry thrilled at that, watching as Narcissa flicked her wand and conjured a new set of white steps, twelve in all, that ran directly from where Harry and Hermione had been sat, through the middle of the space between the thrones of Sirius and Dumbledore, with the uppermost step materialising right beneath Harry’s feet.