There was an odd feeling, a tingling sensation in the base of her neck, that stirred a subconscious fear in her. Fingers of ice reached out to wrap around her throat, crushing it with a frozen pressure. Hermione blinked and blinked, trying to clear her vision as it succumbed to blurriness, fading until there was nothing but a stark white light before her. In a flash, dark tendrils loomed toward her and dark, slit eyes laughed down at her.