Hermione pried her eyes open, her head pounding in protest. The space around her was fuzzy and distorted. Blurry. It was dizzying to try and focus. She realized starkly that she was upside down; her body suspended. She could feel straps digging into her chest and shoulder. Pain lashed across her waist as she was held. Her mouth tasted bitter, like blood. Her arms dangled above her head, her fingers twisted into her curls.