Taking a step forward, Hermione’s eyes were met with indiscernible darkness. The air was damp and musty below ground level; the stone dungeons before her brought forth a heavy foreboding feeling. She knew there were bound to be some witches and wizards imprisoned here–some awaiting trial by the Wizengamot, some being held for questioning, and some being held in lieu of staying in Azkaban. Overall, the place seemed deserted. She was not sure what she had expected find– Kingsley taunting and torturing Pureblood occupants? 