Stepping towards the prison bars to get a better look, Hermione’s heart dropped several notches when she noticed the alarming sight of John Dawlish crawling around like an animal in the interior of his cell. Behind the prison bars, his face looked slightly burned and disfigured. He moved about in a predatory manner on the ground, every so often charging at the prison bars. In addition to the main padlock, his cell had been secured with dozens of extra locks and chains. But Dawlish’s eyes were perhaps his most alarming feature; they weren’t as empty as she remembered from Narcissa’s memory. Instead, they were blood red; there was a fury behind him that froze the marrow in her bones. 