But the guards search through the cell to drag out all the women who do not come forward to eat and drink. Corpses mostly, and that ones that are still alive but on the verge of death do not live for long. Rough, brutal hands and boots, not spells, are what end them, and then they are dragged into a pile in the middle of the long walk that runs down between the cells. Hermione watches, huddled behind rags, knowing that she will be found. But by some miracle, they pass her shadowed corner by.