Hermione jolted upright. The soft glow of the moonlight appeared through the massive windows. She was in a bed. And not her own. Nor was it a bed in any of her safehouses. The vaulted ceilings held eerie shadows from the thick forest outside the large bay window. She looked down and found herself in her Muggle denim and jumper, but her coat and boots were gone. She slid her sleeves up and saw the cuff was still clasped around her wrist, and her watch was gone.