Loki's point of view

I didn't really consider that much about who I was staring at, I was more worried whether or not I was dead. My immediate thought was that I had been dragged straight to Hel, no; I had willingly waltzed straight into Hel's waiting jaws! To be honest, I just wanted to throw myself straight at the next living person I saw but this girls reaction told me to do just the opposite.

She was waving her… well… her short magic staff at me in a threatening manner and I decided that maybe putting my hands in the air was the best way to go. Even with my clear state of surrender she refused to stop pointing her staff at me.

"I'm... no! Why should I tell you who I am?!" she began to shout at me, "You've been invading my mind! I've seen people like you before! What does Voldemort want you to find out?"

I think however from my panicked expression that I didn't have a clue what she was on about.

"The imperious curse maybe?" she asked in an almost gentle and caring voice. I had to set her straight.

"I can assure you, I am in no ways cursed, I am simply here to check something." I told her, tying not to offend her in anyway. I had no idea whether or not my powers would work here or not and I didn't want to face the wrath of her mini staff. "So, darling, if you could excuse me."

"What did you just say?" the midgaurdian snarled at me.

And with that I began to walk away, a smile on my face. That's when it happened. I had only walked about 25 feet when I felt it. Chains. Thin snaking invisible chains wrapping themselves around every possible part of my body; neck, arms, chest, legs, waist, everywhere was engulfed in the invisible chain. It was strangling me, almost as if it was getting thinner, turning itself into wire, cutting into my flesh with a chocking strain against me. I couldn't move. When I tried to walk further the chain simply became tighter. Then suddenly, without warning I was suddenly thrown back, pulled through the air at incredible speed.

Hermione's point of view

He was coming straight for me before I could even think about what was happening; Flying backwards towards me. To be honest I couldn't really think about what I was doing at that point, I didn't even have time to move out of the way. I thought he was being poisoned or having some sort of fit. But oh no! I rushed forwards to try and help him and he lands on top of me. My wand was again outstretched but as he turned to give me his hand my blood ran cold.

As I looked at his hand, it had turned ice blue. My eyes scanned up his arm and up to his face. It again was a light blue and was patterned with scars and indents. As if someone had held him down with a knife and repeatedly slashed his face. But those eyes. Those eyes of blood red. Embers seemed to burn through them, shining back at me like torch light, and an evil demonic shade of red that shone from his soul. But then there was something else in those eyes. Entrapment, like a cadged bear just willing to be free, as if those eyes had tried every other way of escape and had been reduced to simply wishing.

I scurried back away from the hand that was stretched out towards me. As I did so it began to turn back to a more natural shade of… well skin. I looked up and his eyes had turned back to their original shade of dark green. The wounds had vanished and they had been replaced with a look of disappointment on his face. He simply stared down disappointedly at his hand, although he was contagious with some horrific disease.

"No… no, I'm sorry. I don't know what… how… well… that's never happened before." He stuttered. I helped myself up and realised that my ankle hurt. I tried to walk on it and felt a harsh, sharp pain running through my leg. My ankle felt as if it had been set on fire, repeatedly. Suddenly my whole leg crumpled beneath me.