            Hermione gaped at him, suddenly confused by his presence. Like her brain held the answer to what was going on, and why Proudfoot of all people was here, but it was trapped behind an impenetrable fog. She remembered flying to this cliffside, destroying the door. And then...and then..."What’s going on?" she whispered hoarsely, clutching a hand to her throat. She tried again to look at what was going on behind her, but Proudfoot held her fast.