It was the first night at Hogwarts and they'd just got out the boats as was the tradition for first-years to cross the Black Lake. As they came into the warm glow of the castles lights, Hermione could feel her hair prickling as it had been since they alighted the train but she'd put it down to nerves and anxiety. One of the boys called Neville Longbottom who seemed to like Hermione said "Hermione...I don't know but was your hair not brown before?" Hermione looked at him quizzically
"…it still is isn't it? I've not done anything to it. Why? Is something the matter with it?" Hermione bit her lip in frustration, she was really starting to panic as she wanted to make a good impression so much and she wanted tonight to be perfect. Neville shook his head "No…..it just must be my imagination." At this point the conversation had taken them up to the top of the staircase. The deputy headmistress (Professor McGonagall) was standing there saying the speech which Hermione knew off by heart courtesy of Hogwarts: A history. Again Hermione put the prickling sensation down to nerves. They then proceeded into the great hall so the sorting could commence, Hermione was in awe. Then after the last name had being called, the headmaster Professor Dumbledore gave his speech. Magically the tables filled with food. As everyone was tucking in nobody noticed the sudden drastic change in Hermione as she reached for the garlic and peperoni pizza. She bit into it and felt a really weird sensation run down her spine. She dropped the pizza as if it was a red-hot poker…..and everyone around her started screaming