An ache in Hermione's head pulsed with each beat of her heart. She was afraid to open her eyes. Experience taught her that when she was in that much pain, light wouldn't help. Her limbs felt heavy. There was a lingering taste of something foul on her tongue. Emergency healing potions rarely tasted good. Flavoring wasn't important when one's life was at stake. She tried to remember what happened to her, why she was in such pain. Her memories were hazy. Bits and pieces floated to the surface of her mind, but she wasn't able to make sense of them just yet.