Something sliced at Harry's leg. He jumped away on his one good leg while a spell just missed him, thrown by Kelly. Whatever the thing was, it vanished.

"What was that?" Harry asked, gasping as he grabbed his leg.

"Here, let me see," Kelly said pointing to his leg. He let it go and wiped the blood off on his robes. Kelly whispered the same spell she had said to heal her arm, and Harry's leg repaired itself.

"Thanks," Harry said, moving his leg. "But what was that?"

Kelly didn't answer for a moment, then said, "S.P.I.E.S."

"Spies?"

"S-P-I-E-S. Super Protective Intricate Eccentric Syndroids. Voldemort uses them as spies and protectors. He knows where we are, what we're doing, everything. We can't hide, we can't take him by surprise."

"Oh, that's comforting," Harry said, starting to walk toward the next set of stairs, just visible beyond the next corner.

"No, Harry, don't--!"

CRASH! The floor below Harry crumpled with Harry aboard. He tried to reach for the edge, but missed and fell.

Someone grabbed his arm. He looked up; it was Kelly. She started pulling Harry up, tugging at his weight. Harry got his waist up above and looked behind her.

"Kelly, behind you!"

Kelly randomly kicked behind her and hit, what Harry thought, must have been one of the S.P.I.E.S.s. It was rather ugly, Harry said to himself. A brick red, the term "monster" could have described it, aside from the fact that it was two feet all. Harry looked into its eyes before Kelly smashed it--Harry could feel something, someone, else looking at him through it. With a spiked back and claws that looked menacing, it could easily scare off its prey.

Kelly lifted him up and turned around, to make sure there were no more around. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Harry said, dusting himself off. "Was that one of the S.P.I.E.S.s?"

"Was it ugly?" Kelly asked.

"Yeah," Harry said. It was definitely ugly.

"Then probably," Kelly said, turning a corner. "This looks safe. C'mon."

They walked along the floor, which creaked, but remained stable. Kelly turned a corner, and Harry followed her. The stairs were just ahead.

Kelly stopped and held out her right arm to stop Harry, pushing her finger to her lips. Harry listened. A buzzing sound was coming from directly in front of them. Kelly slowly walked backwards and looked around. She picked up a small piece of wood and motioned for Harry to move away. He backed off and she chucked the wood at it.

An electric shock ran through it; blue sizzling lights ran all around it. It looked like it was on the point of exploding, smoke searing Harry's vision temporarily. Harry shut his eyes to try and keep the smoke out of his eyes. A giant flash erupted, that he could see through his eyelids, and then… silence.

Harry opened his eyes. The wood was gone. Kelly's eyes were open, and Harry doubted she'd shut them, since she was farther back than he was and probably hadn't needed to.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

Kelly stared. "It just… disappeared…"

Harry looked at the place to, where the buzzing was still heard like nothing had happened. They stared at it for a while, then Harry suddenly shook his head and said, "Well, we're not going that way. C'mon."

Kelly nodded and they headed off together. Voldemort wasn't playing--he didn't want them to find Ron and Hermione.

Harry saw the stairs again after several minutes where neither of them dared to speak. "Ready?" he whispered.

Kelly nodded and together they stepped forward. Nothing. They both sighed in relief and started up the stairs. The stairs made noises as they walked. Harry couldn't tell, but it sounded like someone whispering.

Kelly stopped again, staring at the stairs blankly.

"Kelly?"

Kelly didn't say anything. She kept listening to the whispering of the stairs as though she could understand them. The whispering near Harry stopped. She slowly turned to look at him. "RUN!"

Harry ran without delay. From the bottom up, the stairs started falling. Harry and Kelly ran up the stairs as fast as they could, hoping against hope that they wouldn't fall. Kelly reached the top first, and Harry immediately followed her. After the last stair had dropped, Kelly and Harry sighed in relief.

But naturally Voldemort wasn't going to stop with the stairs.

Kelly and Harry screamed. The floor underneath both of them dropped just like the stairs. Harry missed the ledge, but Kelly managed to grab it. Harry grabbed her hand before he fell too far, and they hung there, watching, terrified, as the floor they had once been standing on vanished into darkness. Harry didn't know where the floor below them had gone, but he wasn't willing to drop and find out.

They hung there, breathing heavily after their scare.

And then it happened.

The floor that Kelly's hand now held onto so tightly started cracking. She looked at Harry, horrified, then looked back up. She started to swing, and Harry swayed with her. Soon, he was near level with her.

"Harry," Kelly said while swinging. "I need you to let go of me and get on the floor. Okay?"

Harry mutely nodded. She swung him up again, and he let go.

He couldn't get all the way up. One of his hands made contact with the floor and he held on for dear life in the same way Kelly was.

The floor Kelly was holding onto broke.

Harry made a quick grab for the hand that had been holding the floor and caught it. She sighed and gave a grateful smile.

"Ready to swing?" Harry asked.

"Have I got a choice in the matter?" Kelly asked, grinning.

"Probably--"

The floor around Harry hand started to crack.

"Hurry!" Kelly unnecessarily urged.

Harry started swinging. It was difficult at first, but when the momentum built up, he had her swinging near level. Kelly looked at the floor, and at just the right moment, let go. Her waist up got on the floor, and she pulled herself the rest of the way up. She grabbed Harry's hand just before the floor he was holding onto fell. She quickly pulled him up, and then they ran.

The floor all around was breaking. Wherever they stepped they couldn't stay for long. Twice they pulled each other out of danger just in the nick of time.

"The stairs!" Kelly finally exclaimed after she jumped away from the falling floor.

The two raced toward the stairs and jumped up them without delay. They raced up and didn't look back until they were well at the top. The stairs were no longer falling. The floor below, which angered Harry, was going back to normal. The pieces were all rising from the blackness and forming themselves back into the floor he and Kelly had just crossed.

"C'mon," Kelly said, sighing, as she continued forward. Harry followed, wondering what challenges could await them next.