"Oh..." Hermione glanced around her, eyes growing wide. "That’s what I’m feeling. It’s like something is watching me, but I can’t tell from where." She shivered, hating the way it felt like something was creeping up her spine. She disliked the dark, preferring light and cheerful environments. If they made it out of this alive, she knew there would be many sleepless nights courtesy of her PTSD and reoccurring nightmares.