Hermione felt the hair filaments of her nape stand on end and a crushing energy pressing her to the ground from above. A sharp stab on her chest at her healed wound made her gasp and she arched her back in pain. There was a force strangling her spine, stealing the air of her lungs. Her heart beats quickened dangerously, she felt her blood flow rushing and boiling throughout every inch of her body. Her head was throbbing with a prodding sensation, her ears were ringing and she saw red clouding her vision. It hurt, everywhere. It was the complete opposite of what she had been feeling for months. It was the antithesis of benumbed and it was maddening. 