When she'd been ripped out of her broom cupboard and dragged down the corridors of the castle to where the Dark Lord was keeping court in the Great Hall, Hermione had been astonished by how sickly and pale he looked. There hadn't been time to examine him in the heat of battle. Too much was going on around her to focus on his state of health. Thrown at his feet in front of the remaining members of his Inner Circle, she hadn't been able to look away.