The half-mask covering her eyes was wrenched from her face. She was glad of the layers muffling her mouth, as she was confronted with the sight of Voldermort lounging regally in what she could only describe as a throne right in front of her astonished face. The ornate chair of hewn stone was a miniature of the plinth of the "Magic is Might" Statue from the Ministry, the space for the stone witch and wizard from the original statue was now occupied by the Dark Lord, smiling malevolently atop the carved effigies of naked writhing Muggles. To her utter despair Hermione had been deposited at the feet of this most evil man, the sharp words of "Voldermort is Right’, carved in Gothic Lettering into the base of his throne, It took Hermione mere seconds to realise several worrying developments: Voldermort was using Hogwarts as his own private castle ( the teacher’s table in the Great Hall totally subsumed by his throne); she was arrayed in front of an audience of Death Eaters; as the Death Eaters were fully robed, hooded and masked she knew her arrival was coinciding with a revel. Her mind couldn’t conjure a more perilous scenario.