The sun shining directly in Hermione's eyes was what finally woke her up from her deep, potion-induced sleep. Whatever ingredients were used in the tonic to clear her mind and help her rest were highly potent. Based on how stiff her limbs felt, she was sure she'd picked up one of the potions only rarely used for high intensity situations. Like the time she thought she was back in the cafe on Tottenham Court Road and Antonin and Thorfinn were there to kill or capture her again. She'd almost destroyed their kitchen and ruined a perfectly lovely dinner party.