Hermione closed the door with a little click and then rested against the hallway wall a moment. Her mind was pounding against the inside of her skull and she needed to take stock, to bring it under her control again. Of all the horrors, all the terrors she had imagined in this place, she had never quite appreciated that they would be quite so fierce, or quite so numerous and visceral. She knew that Harry had suffered greatly in his life, of course she did, and that he carried some serious scars both inside and out ... but this ... well, this was far beyond even the darkest of her expectations.