The rattling of the doorknob startled her out of her increasingly depressing thoughts. Still seated on the hard stone floor, Hermione pushed herself backwards as much into the corner as possible. Experience taught her that whatever was outside the broom cupboard was likely to be much more dangerous than what was inside. She searched the space for a suitable weapon, but found nothing. Certainly nothing that would work against a fully armed Death Eater. With her heart pounding in her throat, she waited for whatever horrible fate awaited her.