Those were the first two things Hermione realized as she came to. Her body ached, as if she had run into the wrong wall at Kings Cross Station. Was that what had happened? For the life of her, she couldn’t seem to remember where she was or how she had got there. Where was she, anyway? She could only vaguely make out shapes in the shadows. Was she in her bedroom? No, she was definitely sitting in a chair. Perhaps she had fallen asleep in the library again?