Hermione felt trapped. The woods were suddenly closing in on her. The darkness seemed to engulf everything around her so she couldn't make out where she was. She had ran so far without a destination, she had ran directly into her nightmare and so deep she couldn't get out.
Every way she turned she saw the same thing: trees surrounding a clearing. She half expected the Death Eaters to Apparate with the prisoner while she stood there.
She leaned against the tree she had stopped at and tried to regain her composure. "It's only a nightmare," she whispered to herself.