"Well aren't you just adorable, with your funny little Mudblood morals," Goyle mocks, and then his hand shoots out and slams around her throat. She gags and struggles on instinct, hands coming up to claw at the Death Eater's meaty hand. It does nothing. Panic seizes her as she gasps for air and gets thread bits of it, but still keeps feeling dizzier and dizzier. Her head feels too small. Too tight. His grip is cutting off the supply of blood, Hermione realises as she claws at Crabbe's hand. Her head feels too full, and spots dance in front of her eyes, everything feels heavy and dark and...