Hermione’s body vibrated with the intensity of hellbent uneasiness. Thoughts polluted her mind, telling her how she should have never sought out Voldemort’s kind, how it was all but a fool’s errand. She could still feel the pain from the spell he had used on her, whatever it could have been. She thought she would know if he had used the unforgivable curse on her, but then again, it was Voldemort. She was sure he was smart and both dark enough to think up his own painful curses. After all, Snape had been able to succeed as much.