A collapsed building is dangerous at the best of times. Let alone now, with people struggling, clawing their way out to freedom, or into survivors, and large clusters being magically moved around. Above ground it might look like slow but certain progress, but below the surface every motion threatens the integrity of the small spaces survivors huddle in. All of this makes it equally dangerous for those walking on top.

When Danny begins to crawl further down, he will be aware of every creak of wood, every sudden shower of snow and dust onto his head. The sobbing gets louder the further in he goes, to a point which narrows almost impossibly. Through a tiny gap, however, he can see a flash of dusty pink. There's just several layers of heavy brick and wood between him and the children.

It doesn't help, then, that on the surface Hermione's encouragement and Horvath's magic fuels the hope of another humanoid desperate to escape. The closer to freedom it gets, the louder it bellows, and the harder it struggles. Even without seeing it, they can tell this one is large. Big and powerful enough to shift the rubble around them in dangerously frantic motions.