Hermione clutched Celesca’s hand tightly, as if to try and protect her right back. Together, they walked forwards and Hermione looked around in awestruck horror. They were in a vast plain, dark and shadowy as far as Hermione could see in every direction. Angry, silver lightening flashed against a bruise-purple sky, casting a rutted, spiky landscape into stark and shocking relief. And there were Dementors everywhere, far more than Hermione could count. She could do little more than stare open-mouthed at their massive numbers.