The shadow carrying the mirror moved methodically down her body, Hermione understood this was the teasing last look she’d see of her body before the piercing began. The intrusion in her mouth not fully silencing her ’No-No’ pleas. If she wasn’t already in such distress, she would have marvelled how the hand of the nameless person holding the mirror appeared still as a fuzzy shadow, sandwiched between the two death eaters plainly visible to her, Draco at her head and Barty at her haunches. Barty Crouch’s boasts seemed true, it appeared that she could only interact with Death Eaters, she thought back to her trouble getting any help from the Patils, it was now going to be even harder to get any outside help, but she figured this was the central point to this new cruelty.