A door opened in the darkness and a robed wizard entered. Hermione held her breath for only a second, but it wasn't Harry, she could tell that from his walk and posture. Okay, so it had been five years, but his body shape was all wrong. This wizard was a bit too rounded, whereas Harry was all wiry and angular in his movements. The wizard approached her, stopping barely a few feet away. Hermione only then realised she was on a raised platform of sorts, a circular elevation at the centre of the room, sort of like a stage.