She caught a brief glance at a face leering down at her before it faded from view. What surprised her was how the menacing grin seemed to disappeared into the grey hazy fog that seemed to surround her, not entirely dissimilar to the modified bubble-head charm the snatchers used. As Hermione tested her bonds she understood that she no longer had 20/20 eyesight, instead it appeared that she had suddenly become chronically nearsighted, it worried her that she could barely see past her protruding breasts, unable to see the braces restraining her legs or the handcuffs that she rattled while trying to free herself. She strained her eyes, squinting outwards willing her vision to clear so she could understand her surroundings. Her hearing hadn’t returned since Snape plugged her ears earlier, in the back of her mind her anxiety peaked wondering what fresh horrors awaited her, it struck her that in the silence she couldn’t even hear her racing heartbeat.  Shit, had they done something to her ears too? . She could feel the metal binding on her hands and feet, but she couldn’t discern if her struggles were making any difference. If these were magically placed restraints she knew it was unlikely that she could free herself without some wand-work