"Drop your wands! Get on your knees with your hands in the air, now!" A woman's voice rings out in the silence, commanding and hard, at odds with her lilting Scottish accent, but the words wash over Hermione almost without meaning. Understanding evades her, the words just a barrage. Her world has been nothing but Malfoy and torture for over a quarter of a year, and the arrival of other people is unexpectedly hard for her shocked, disapparating-addled brain to comprehend.