Hermione blinked. It felt like glass shards were packed under her eyelids. She groaned and immediately regretted it as the glass moved into her throat. A cool hand passed over her forehead and behind her neck, lifting her enough for an ice-cold potion to be poured into her mouth. Hermione fought feebly, but the concoction trickled into her ruined oesophagus. She passed out again.