Taking in her surroundings, Hermione brought her arms up to her chest. The Dementors may have been cast out, but the icy feeling they elicited was still there. The air had a cold heaviness to it, as if Hermione could feel never ending despair and darkness closing in on her. Large boulders created the endless towering walls and rows of cell blocks before her. Above her, the ceiling was nowhere to be found; there was just a blackhole that gave way to nothingness.