The night felt like any other in Grimmauld Place. Just as quiet as usual, just the amount of creepiness you'd expect out of the House of Black. Unfortunately, it was not a normal night for the Order. Tonight was the night that the Order was set to pick up one Hermione Granger from her suburban London home. When they arrived though, there was no one. Not a single human.
Weeks ago, one Hermione Stark had fallen to the floor of her home, passed out from magic. It enveloped her, now the bright age of 18, a legal adult in the American world. Because of such, all binds on her magic dissolved, reverting her appearance to who she was supposed to be. Unfortunately for her, she had little no clue what heritage would give her the appearance she now had.
When she woke up, Hermione called out to Jarvis. A friendly male voice responded back only to tell her that her stupid brother had gotten himself into yet another dangerous situation. Third year was already hard enough with a brother taken by terrorists. She did not need her OWL year to also be a year she feared for her brother's safety. Thus, in a bout of sheer determination and possibly careless bravery, one Hermione Stark, unsure of the sheer power of her magic, decided to aid her brother.
Another spurt of spells reverting caused her immense pain. Thank God though for her foresight to magically enlarge the living room. If she had not, who knows what would have happened to the Stark safe house in London. In a whirlwind of fire, rocks, water, and gusts, Hermione Stark now felt runic tattoos embed themselves around her body. Moreover, as the runic tattoos embedded, she felt herself transform and grow in size.
After all the magic seized to be, the living room looked like it faced many a natural disaster. In the center of the chaos though lay with its golden eyes wide open, a female Hungarian Horntail.
Gods would Hermione need to figure out how to do that again.