It was just as Harry remembered it; as big as a cathedral, with great arching ceilings, and corridors formed by the lost items of the ages that had been built up into great towering structures - magic must have been involved in maintaining their shape. Harry was struck for a moment by how quiet it was; whenever his mind drifted to this room, it was always paired with the roar of fire rushing at his heels. The fact that it was near silent helped to draw Harry back from his past, and into his new present. He realised with a jolt, that he and Draco were still holding one another’s hand.