One step and then another. One torturous moment and then the next. So many things could go wrong. So many things. One dark corridor and then another. One stairway leading into the bowels of the earth. And then the next. The stench. The dirt. The humidity. Her pounding heart. The thought of Draco. A dizzying, dangerous dance with fate.  For once, please be on my side,  she pleaded with fate.  We’ve been through enough. Just this once, lend us a hand. 