Hermione stood on a small dais in the centre of Lupin’s old Defence Against the Dark Arts class room. Her hand manacles were shackled to her iron-clad waist, after the emotional trauma of Umbridge’s treatment this new indignity barely registered as noteworthy to the bound captive. Now that she was free of the body cage, she could feel how her limbs were now slightly disproportionate but it was difficult to explore the practicalities this new reality while she was still under bondage. From her sojourn in Alecto Carrow’s class, the Death-Eaters-In-Training seemed more interested in her face and sex , but now that she was no longer under the influence of the Imperio curse, it was her arms and legs that felt strangely extended.