Hermione P.O.V
Hermione made her way toward the Gryffindor common room, her arms loaded down with books, her robes pulled over her head, and a very annoyed look on her face.
"Holly!" she yelled as she slipped through the portrait hole.
(A.N. Holly is my original character. She's Harry's twin sister and looks like Lily, but she acts more like James.)
Holly glanced up from where she was sitting, a roll of parchment spread out in front of her. She flashed Hermione her sweetest smile and said "Hi, Mi. Is there a problem?" Ron glanced up from across the table where he was laboring over his own essay, and Harry glanced up from his book by the fire. Hermione's I-will-kill-you voice hadn't been heard since she and Ron started dating, since that particular voice had only been used when they were arguing. But now she was directing it at Holly.
Harry groaned and turned to his sister. "Holly." He said sternly. "What did you do this time?" Holly was known as an accomplished prankster, especially now that Voldemort was rising. She had been best friends with the Weasely twins when they were at school, after all. Ever since the recent death of Dumbledore, she had slowly teased laughter and life back into everybody.
Looking at Hermione now, Holly may have gone a tad too far.
"This is what she did!" snapped Hermione, and pulled her robes off of her head. Ron burst into laughter and quickly changed it into a cough, Harry instantly turned away to hide his smile, and Holly giggled, stuffing her knuckles into her mouth.
Hermione's bushy curls had been changed to bright pink, festooned with bright blue, green, and yellow ribbons and pulled into two pigtails. Hermione glared and tried to yank one of the pigtails out. It instantly gathered itself back. By now, Holly was giggling madly.
"Oh, don't look so mad, Mi, you look adorable! It's a Muggle show called My Little Pony. It'll wear off in a couple of seconds, I promise!"
(A.N. I hate MLP, but my sister watches it obsessively. It's annoying. So I thought of Pinky Pie and realized how funny that would look on a human.)
True to Holly's word, the pink pigtails gradually let themselves out, the ribbons untying themselves to drop on the ground. The bright pink slowly drained out of it until Hermione's brown curls were visible again. She glared at Holly again before marching over to sit with Ron. Holly went back to her essay she was writing, humming to herself, and a still-sniggering Harry continued reading. It was peaceful… until there was a sudden loud bang.
Holly and Harry leapt off the couch, wands drawn. Hermione and Ron got up more slowly, their wands also drawn. From downstairs, they could hear screaming. And then they heard a sound they all instantly recognized: a woman's insane laugh.
"Bellatrix." Said Holly, and took off, running for the portrait hole. Harry and Ron were right behind her. Hermione took a deep breath and followed.
Soon, she was dueling for her life. Harry was casting spells left and right, Ron was protecting her back, and Holly was screaming random things over the noise of the battle. Hermione noticed someone running away and broke off to chase them.
Rosier's P.O.V
Now was the chance he had been waiting for, the chance to use that spell, the chance to please his master. Knowing one of them would follow him, he ran down the corridor as though trying to escape. Soon he heard soft footsteps running after him. He spun, raising his wand, and saw the Granger girl, the Mudblood.
She was not as big a prize as one of the Potter brats, but close enough. He pointed his wand at her and yelled the spell he had found while perusing one of the Malfoy's books.
"TEMPUS EST PATRIS VOCAT!"
Hermione's P.O.V
The spell was not one Hermione knew, but she knew it couldn't be good. The spell exploded into life in the middle of the hallway, a swirling nimbus of glowing blue magic that sucked her in. She screamed for help, but just as Holly rounded the corner, Hermione's vision was overtaken by blue and she felt herself falling. There was a rushing sound in her ears. Tendrils of wind caught at her hair, and she seemed to be hearing lots of different voices, all talking gibberish very, very fast.
Hermione slammed into something hard, and she knew no more.
Holly's P.O.V
Holly rounded the corner just in time to see Hermione dissolve into glowing golden sparkles that spun into the swirling blue whateveritwas in the middle of the corridor. She spotted Rosier and raised her wand, yelling "Hey, Rosy!" but he sprang out of the window. She got there in time to see him transforming into black smoke and leaving the grounds.
She sprinted back to the skirmish and found Harry and Ron staring at the wreckage, confused. The teachers were rounding everybody up, telling them to go to their dormitories, carrying the injured to the hospital wing. Harry turned to look at her. "They weren't aiming to kill, just Stun. Bellatrix screamed at me 'Have fun, Potter!' before they were leaving."
Holly was no Hermione Granger when it came to brains, but she was smart, and something clicked into place.
"They were trying to distract us, so Rosier could use that spell." she whispered. Harry looked at her, even more confused.
"What spell?"
"Where's Hermione?" Ron butted in, looking over Holly's head.
Holly looked around, then told them in a whisper of the glowing blue thing and how Hermione had been dissolved into sparkles.
"I don't know, in other words." She said softly, then glanced up at the two shell shocked boys and straightened. No Death Eater was going to take her friend like that. She was Holly Potter, and she never gave up.
"Tomorrow morning," she rapped out, "we meet in the library and start researching. We'll get access to the Restricted Section if we have to. We are going to find out what happened to Hermione if it's the last thing I do."