After an indeterminate amount of time, she noted a change in the tempo of her captors’ pace, the stochastic stop-start nature of their now slowed progress was utterly unpredictable, uncomfortably buffeting her body in some sharp turns and stops. Hermione couldn’t be fully sure if her kidnappers were just messing with her or was it a tacit sign that they had reached their final destination? When she sensed the nooses of the snare poles loosening, she resigned in fear that the snatchers had succeeded in delivering her to their Headquarters. She felt bodily the consequences of levicorpus spell being removed as she was slammed into the hard floor, the leather straps of her prison did little to lessen the blow of gravity. She may have arrived untrammelled to this location but she seriously feared for her own safety now that they reached their destination, they didn’t seem to worry about injuring her, they had been successful in their job of delivering her to a viper pit of Voldermort supporters. On the lonely journey she had steeled herself to the fact that she wasn’t going to be long for this world, she hoped that she would get a swift end as she had good reason to fear the cruelty of her Death Eaters foes.