Eventually the leader, gave Hermione’s unresponsive body a glancing kick, forcing her body to lay on her back, giving her an unobstructed view of the inky blackness of the night sky. To her great shame she was so effectively subdued she could only moan in protest. She could recognise the pageantry of a big-game hunter, the head snatcher keeping his foot pressed on her shoulder as she saw the flash of a camera bulb memorialising her capture.