When Hermione woke, her head felt heavy and the bed she had been curled up in was almost far too inviting to get up from. The room was dark, making it hard to look around and guess where she might have been brought to, once she was even able to open her eyes. She faintly recalled what had happened when she had last been awake. It was close to a blur to her, but the memory of the starvation she was facing mixed with a friendly face offering her tainted food had jogged her memory and she remembered fully what had happened. Voldemort had found her, when she had been waiting for the Death Eaters to find her first.