Hermione woke to find herself strapped to a medical table. While she was free from the strictures of the blindfold, her limbs were pinned down, forcing her to be splayed in full display to the operating theatre’s occupants. The harshness of the light shining in her face made it difficult to discern the occupants or the surroundings of her newest prison cell. The collar tethered her to the flat surface with her shortened limbs pinned helplessly down. She recognised the cold dispassionate voices of her jailers, Severus Snape and Arthur Weasley continuing a conversation, while a third person busied themselves at the tables end.