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(Forgive my French if I messed up. Its been awhile since I spoke it, or wrote it.)
Morning came, and Hermione shook off stiff feeling in her body. Her body felt heavy, but Hermione got dressed, still not being able to contain her excitement about her new classes. Rushing to the great hall, she was one of the firsts, grabbing a seat, and putting some fresh food on her plate.
"Morning Hermione," Harry and Ron came in the hall about ten minutes later, Ron still brooding.
"Morning boys, ready for new classes today?" Smiling at both of them despite the surly red headed attitude.
"A bit, getting ready for the stacks of homework. We have Snape first what about you?" Harry commenting, eating some eggs he shoveled onto his plate.
"Healing charms with Flitwick first, then I have Snape." She said with a shrug noticing how Ron would not look at her.
"Oi! There is Viktor Krum!" A voice suddenly interrupted the conversation. The trio looked to the front of the hall, watching the Bulgarians stride in purposefully, Krum leading the pack. Hermione noticed that his steel gray eyes landed on her, and lingered on her for a few seconds, before sitting at the end of the Hufflepuff table.
"Man, why does the bloody Hufflepuffs get Krum, shouldn't he sit with the brave and awesome Gryffindors?" Ron muttered watching his idol walk away from their table.
"The other two schools can sit and go where they want. They don't have to follow the house sorting system," Hermione replied, gathering her books in her arms. "I'll see you boys at lunch! After lunch we have transfiguration together, will be fun!" Feeling energized Hermione gave them a wave and started to make her way towards Professor Flitwick's classroom. Hermione always liked being early, always hating on having Ron or Harry make her late. Her father use to tell her, 'Early is on time, and on time is late,' and it just stuck with her.
"Oh Ms Granger! Come in, I have been told to expect you," the short professor exclaimed entering the class as she got closer.
"Thank you Professor, I read over the book and others. I promise I shouldn't be too much of a disturbance in your class." Greeting the professor, Hermione sat at a table, to the side, but near the front of the class.
"I wasn't worried about it at all Ms Granger, if you have any trouble with some of the fifth and sixth year content during the class we will be brushing over just see me after class. But I get the feeling you will pick everything up quickly." Hermione thought the Ravenclaw head of house was always so nice. In the back of her mind, she always wondered what it would be like to be Ravenclaw. To be in the house of knowledge, so to speak. The young Gryffindor day dreamed as other students filled in. They seem to be only Hufflepuffs right now, she didn't see anyone else walk in. The older students gave her looks, but sat down quietly on the other side of the room. "All we need is our new students and we can start!" The happy little professor clapped his hands and looked at the class with a smile. New students? Did he mean….no. The sudden sound of French made her ears twitch as she slowly turned around to see a dozen Veela, dawned in light blue pencil skirt, a white button down shirt, the dark blue tie, and a dress blazer the same light blue as their skirts. with darker blue around the trim. All their hair were pulled back into buns or pony tails. They stood tall and proud each holding a messenger back in their hands. One of the Veela caught her eyes, and she nudged others, whispering softly. Soon every blue eye were on her.
"Shit," mumbling she watched, as her books would describe sexual predators, all walk towards her and start to sit near the tables around her. And her own personal nightmare, Fleur slowly sat next to her, giving her a sideways glance and smile. Hermione never sat so straight before in her life. Trying not to look to the side or behind her, she could feel all their eyes on her. The older Hogwarts students suddenly regretting the choice to sit on the other side of the classroom.
"Welcome to a new school year students! This is Healing charms for seventh years, and I will be your teacher for the rest of the year. Professor Flitwick," The small man introduced himself mostly for the Veelas benefit. "If you have any problems, concerns, or questions, please see me after class. And to the Beauxbatons ladies, if we have any language barrier, please feel free to tell me." He gave them a nod.
"Eet won'z be a problem Professor," Fleur spoke up with a polite smile.
"Splendid!" The tiny professor started to write things on the board, but Hermione wasn't able to concentrate on that cause she could feel those blasted butterflies again. Eyes glancing up without moving her head. She saw the multi-colored shimmering nuisances fluttering around her, while the fire red ones were the only ones to land on her. Fluttering softly to land on her arms which was sitting on the table stiffly. Feeling the electricity in jolt through her body, she crossed her legs tightly feeling warmth and dampness already starting to pool down there. Feeling her heart pound in her ears, she closed her eyes trying to calm down. Those butterflies had to be doing something to her, she couldn't think or listen, all she could feel that it was too hot in this room, and she suddenly felt the need to start stripping.
"Ms Granger?" her name made flinch and fling her eyes open. The butterflies briefly fluttered around her before landing softly back on her again.
"I..errr, yes?" panting, the girl, tried not to tremble in her seat.
"Reparifors," she felt a soft whisper in her ear, heavily sounded out with a French accent, and Hermione refused to acknowledge her neighbor.
"Reparifors?" Her voice squeaked out, not sure why she would trust the Veela sitting next to her.
"Correct!" and Flitwick went back to the board, and Hermione let out a minor sigh in relief.
"P..p...please m..make th..them stop," the girl whispered in a hush tone, eyes glued onto the shimmering insects. Her need and desire kept growing as she felt the gossamer wings around her, trying to think of everything awful and disgusting as she could. Which involved Snape in a bikini. Not a pretty sight. Hearing Fleur give harsh whispers behind her, Hermione felt the soft breeze and feeling of wings disappear. The red ones lingered for a bit longer but took off from her, almost as if they were sad. Letting out a breath she had been holding in, she dropped her head to the table, with a soft thud, letting the cool wood help her inflamed hormones. Hearing soft giggled all around her, Hermione choose to ignore that for now. She had to read those Veela books dammit.
"Forgive us 'Ermione, forgive me," the blonde next to her murmured softly to her.
"Wh..what are those?" whispered with heated breath, and for the first time looking at Fleur. Sapphire eyes held her gaze, as if looking directly into her soul. Hermione noticed the Veela almost looked frustrated now.
"Je' ne sais pas comment dire," the blonde growled softly next to her, and her clan promptly responded.
"aaa….zrall?" one of the young women said behind them.
"Thrall?" Hermione repeated, remembering that from her book.
"Oui," Fleur nodded. "Zey like you, ze zrall."
"Veela's thrall are butterflies that not everyone can see?" Hermione tried not to hide the panic in her question.
"Oui," Fleur nodded yet again. Hermione felt exhausted as she stayed with her head down the rest of the class. Listening to about half of Flitwicks lecture, the time was finally up, and everyone began to rise. "Ma petite' souris? Are yous ok?" The blonde asked seeing the brunette not move.
"I really need to do good, can those butterflies try not to make class any harder?" Hermione moaned softly.
"Aa...oui, we will zry better, z'ough we can no'z make promise. Some z'ime we canno'z 'elp." Hermione tried not to think about how amazing a French accent was.
"Dammit, I have potions next." groaning the girl stood up seeing all the Veela still in the classroom.
"Oh? So do we," Fleur tilted her head to the side. Of course they did. Hermione started to wonder if this was some kind of joke on Dumbledores part. "We do no'z know ze way, will you walk wiz us?" Hermione knew she was in trouble, because with that accent, there wasn't a lot she would say no too.
"Ok ya, lets go," she picked up her own bag, and started shuffling out the door. Fleur walked by her side, and the others trailed behind. The girl noticed the the halls….parted for them. How she always use to push to get where she needed to go? This was totally different, her Hogwarts peers were up against the wall giving them as much room as possible. The boys were drooling over them, well the Veela at least, that no one said a word to her. The brunette figured they must of made an imposing sight. Walking down to enemy territory, the dungeons, she felt somewhat better for her chance at a run in with….
"Well if it isn't the mudblood all by herself. Where's your boyfriends?" if nothing else Malfoy was always punctual and predictable. Hermione felt all the Veela stiffen, but stay silent.
"Not that its any of your business Malfoy, but I got put into advanced classes, so why don't you find Pansy or something to occupy your tiny attention span." Hermione was amazing she said all that. Normally she would just ignore, but now wow. She mentally did a happy dance.
"How dare you mudblood! You need to learn manners to your superiors!" He started to go for his wand in his robes, but as he moved, a dozen or so really hot women surrounded her glaring at him. Obvious Draco was not expecting this cause he froze, looking dumbfoundedly around.
"Why don'z you be a good lizzle boy a run off zo play wi'z your zoyz. The adul'zs are walking zo class," Fleur hissed at him, standing over him, loving terrifying. The other started to mutter things in French, not taking their eyes off him. Hermione could only watch as everything went on around her. Why were they standing up for her? Draco's face twisted into a sneer, as if he just remembered something.
"How dare you foul creatures talk to a wizard this way!" He started to pull out his wand, and she could of sworn she started to see Fleur hair start to turn red, and the other Veela start to crouch down hissing. Oh god was there going to be a fight, more like slaughter, she couldn't see stupid Slytherin boys lasting well about a bunch of Veela.
"That...will be enough," a smooth cold voice saved anyone from bloodshed. Snape stepped out of the crowd, robes billowing behind him. He dark eyes scanning over Draco, then the Veela and finally landing on Hermione. "Why am I not surprised this has something to do with you Ms Granger?" He sneared looking down at her. "It seems you have made friends how quaint, More people to get dragged down while you Potter and Weasley have a hero complex not caring who gets hurt hmmm?" Hermione gritted her teeth looking down. She might of held up against Draco, but she could never doing anything against one of her professors. She felt the Veela around her start to stiffen up as if about to do something. But something unexpected happen. Snape turned to Draco.
"And I expected better then you Draco," the potion professor snarled at his favorite student. This had everyone who was now watching the altercation stunned.
"W...w..what?! They were going to attack me! Look how many there are and only one of me!" He cried pointing wildly at the Veela.
"And attack not one, but a FLOCK of Veela, not to mention to daughter of probably the most powerful Veela in the world? Did you eat whatever Potter likes to in the morning? Cause I have never seen such stupidity from one of my house." The professor hissed looking down at the blonde hair boy. Hermione just tried to process the information she just heard. Remembering Fleur called their clan Delacour, and that was her last night. Her mother was the most powerful Veela in the world? "Detention for a week until you can use whats between your ears." Snape then twirled back to stare at the Veela. "And you all especially you!" pointing at Fleur. "You need to tell the girl the truth, before something happens and a professor isn't here to stop it. Now all of you get to class!" Hermione started to scurry past him, jaw still clenched and the pit of her stomach uneasy. "And fifty points from Gryffindor for inciting panic," he smirked at her, then twirled back to his classroom. The man always had to jab at her. Sighing the girl entered the dark classroom, finding a seat in the back. This was one time, she didn't want to be close to the front. Rubbing her temples, Hermione could feel the Veela sit around her the same way again, Fleur sitting next to her. What surprised her however was there were no other Hogwarts students that came in. Eyes growing wide as Viktor Krum and the rest of the Durmstrang men. Was this like the beautiful people classroom?Suddenly feeling very self conscious, Hermione couldn't help but let out a small groan. The girl almost jumped out of her skin when those steel grey eyes looked dead at her again. What's with all these new students noticing her?
"I do not know how Durmstrang and Beauxbatons hold their classrooms, but here I will not tolerate any disrespect, childishness, or stupidity. You are here to learn, and that you will. I am Professor Snape, and you will study advanced potions in this classroom is that understood?" The tall dark man looked over each student. His hawk like eyes landed once again on Hermione, and she tried to suppress another groan. She had a feeling of what was coming. "I am well aware of why you are here Ms Granger, you are expected to keep up and know what is going on. I will not be lenient on you if you do not know simple fifth and sixth year potions. If you cannot handle advanced I suggest you reevaluate your schedule with the headmaster." Sneering down at her. The young Gryffindor bit her lip, trying not to feel the fire of embarrassment as the professor talked down to her in front of both visiting schools.
"It shouldn't be a problem Professor, I am well versed in everything that is needed," she said trying not to flinch under his gaze.
"Oh really? I have a jar of Ashwinder eggs on my desk, tell me how many I should add to make a simple love potion Ms Granger?" His voice filled with mockery and malice. The girl's brown eyes quickly darted over to the said jar, scanning it briefly, before turning back to the greasy haired man.
"None," she replied.
"Well well well, maybe we should send you back to fourth year potions it seems you forget the simplest of recipes," huffing and spun around, his cloak billowing behind him.
"I...I know what's in the recipes sir, but I would not add those eggs. They would surely ruin the potion since you the Ashwinder eggs must be frozen before adding them to a simple love potion, and those are not." Hermione caught the trick question, trying to hold her gaze up bravely. Snape turned around slowly, his black eyes boring into her.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor for your smart attitude. And you will do to remember that in future cases, that whatever information you gather here and likely to regurgitate to Potter, he will likely mess up cause more innocents to be hurt for his actions." Spinning back around the potion master started to write a recipe on the board, and Hermione tried to ignore the looks she was getting from all sides. Seeing the professor berate one of his students was probably an unusual occurrence. "And please tell me there will be not...translation problems here." sneering, Snape looked out to the classroom as he was done writing on the board.
"Non pro'fessor," Fleur spoke neutrally.
"No sir," Krum then spoke up in a rough deep voice. His accent was as thick as Fleurs. The Bulgarian man sat straight watching the potion master.
"Wonderful," Narrowing his eyes he looked at both. "Today you will be brewing a Felix Felicis potion. You will make it, then it will sit in my stores for six months before we examine it near the end of the year. This is one of the hardest positions to make, and rarely do my students brew it correctly," His eyes landing on Hermione. Yet, if by the slight miraculous chance you managed to successfully make the potion, you will be allowed to keep it. But I highly doubt a good luck potion will be exiting this room any time soon. Recipe is on the board, you will work in pairs at your table. I expect diligence because this potion can have...toxic consequences if done incorrectly.
"I will ge'z ze ingredian'z if you ge'z ze caldren?" Fleur asked her, blue eyes flickering over her, waiting for a response.
"Umm, yes ok," Hermione nodded quickly and followed the train of students to the stack of cauldrons. Waiting patiently for her turn, someone held out a cauldron to her. Looking up slowly she was meet with the Durmstrang idol. Viktor Krum was hold out a cauldron to her. Trying not to feel her cheeks flush, she mumbled a thank you and scampered back to her seat with the cauldron in hand. Fleur sat down slowly placing the ingredients carefully on the table, and the girl noticed her eyes were darker. Dark blue eyes scanning over her slowly before flickering to Krum, and for some reason this made Hermione even more red.
"If you read ze direc'zons, I will s'zar brewing," the blonde murmured softly, sapphire eyes back on her.
"Umm, ok!" voice cracking a little, she spent the rest of the class reading the directions and watching the Veela meticulously make the potion. At the end of the class all the pairs put their finish product in a vial, and Snape, brisky stored them away. Gathering her books and bags, Hermione could feel those eyes again.
"W'at class do you 'ave now?" Fleur appeared by her side, and the other Veela lingered around them.
"The umm, study and theory of Animagus," Hermione tried not to pay attention to the red butterflies landing on the table in front of her, swirling around in hopes to impress her. Their shimmering wings did fascinate the girl.
"Merde...We 'ave advance zransforming," The thick accent held a bit of sadness. Was she really sad Hermione wouldn't be follow them to their next class? " 'ow about after the noon meal?" The other Veela whispered around her softly.
"Well I have transfiguration, then Defence against the dark arts, than history, after dinner my last class is study of magical creatures," the brunette slowly looked up and was caught in the gaze of those blue swirling orb.
"C'est magnifique! We also 'ave defence, zan 'istory, and crea'zures. Will see you zen ma petit souris," Hermione twitched at the French the Veela dropped. Was she calling her something? Saying something bad? Hermione's curiosity got the better of her.
"Wh..what does that mean?" Hermione felt like an idiot not being able to talk properly. Gritting her teeth at how ridiculously she must of sounded, she started to turn around getting ready to run away."
"Iz means no'zing bad I promise," Fleur smiled, and her clan of attractive Veela disappeared out of the room. This was going to be one long year. Making her way to Professor Mcgonagall's class, she sat down quietly taking out her text. Hopefully this class wouldn't be as painful. The brunette watched only a small handful of students file in. It seemed to be three Ravenclaws, one Hufflepuff, and she was the only Gryffindor. There only seemed to be five in this class, with not a Slytherin in sight. Hermione almost cried in delight.
"You are here, for one reason," Her head of house strode in briskly, dropping a book on her desk. "And that is you are all gifted in the arts on transfiguration, and I….feel you have what it takes. This is how big this class study will be, so it will be easier to teach, and work together. This year you will be learning the magic and control for what it takes to be an Animagus. You will learn them magic until you are able to shift without wasting any effort, and the basis in which you will receive a passing grade or not is if you can get registered with the Ministry of Magic as a full fledged Animagus." Professor Mcgonagall spoke with an air about her. She was everything Hermione wanted to be, admiring everything about her. "Now is there any questions before we get started?" The five students shook their heads. "Perfect." For the next half of the class, she talked about the application of the magic of shifting, and what is actually happening during the change, and why animagus rely on magic, but really don't. Clapping her hands together, she dropped her book on the desk, and came out to the middle of the classroom. "Now I am going to let you practice shifting."
"But professor, I don't think we will have enough magic yet," One of the Ravenclaw boys spoke up.
"Exactly why I am going to help you. Come up here Mr. Shepherd." Bringing out a stool and sitting it in front of her. The Ravenclaw obeyed and sat down in front of the professor. "Now Mr Shepherd, I am going to put my hand on your shoulder, and allow you access to my magic. You will speak the spell we just talked about, and imagine yourself changing. Not into anything in particular, just the act of changing. Feeling your body move, shift, and so on. IF at any time, you start to feel in pain, you must stop the flow of magic, and stop the spell, ok? This is very important to all of you. The first shift is the hardest. And the most important. It is the only reason we recite the spell, to find our form. After you complete a full shift for the first time, you will no longer need to speak as the magic will be ingrained in you." The five students nodded quickly again.
"Yes professor," He responded. Mcgonagall, placed her hand on his shoulder, and he started the latin incantation. Narrowing her eyes she started to see whiskers form on his cheek, his nose getting longer, but it suddenly stopped when he flung open his eyes toppling from the stool.
"Bravo Mr. Shepherd that was a good attempt, and you stopped before it got dangerous. You are on your way. Next Ms Holiday." The Hufflepuff stood up and did the same thing. This time Hermione could see the white feathers start to form in her hair, but stopping after she flung open her eyes giving out a slight squeal in pain. "Very good, Ms Granger now?" The girl slowly stepped forward sitting down in front of her professor. Taking a deep breath trying to calm her nerves. She felt the pressure of the hand on her. "Remember Ms Granger, you must stop if you start to feel pain. You don't want to lose yourself," Hearing her professor chid her as if she knew Hermione would want to fully try. Which the girl did, but only silently nodded in response. Closing her eyes, Hermione concentrated and focused on her goal. Feeling her magic inside of her body, and feeling Mcgonagall's magic behind her.
"Factus es in bestia, et fiat vobis." Saying the latin phrase, she felt the spark inside of her. Then all her scenes were plunged into darkness, as it felt like she was pushed into water. Trying to gasp for breath, she felt her world start to spin. Oh god what was happening, did she mess it up? If felt like someone was pour hot oil on her, as she opened her mouth, and her scream was silent. She had to stop the magic, but how? It burned all over her body as she thrashed about, and suddenly her eyes shot open. What was going on, what was happening? The world seemed different, why was everything bigger. Seeing something move, she felt the ground vibrate under her. Feeling her heart was going to explode she had to escape. It wasn't safe, something was wrong, Looking to the side, she saw the sky, an area of sky against the wall, no a window! Yes that is what is was, she had to go through it. Running as fast as she could, the cold stone floor seemed more slippery to her. The window was so tall, but there was fabric right next to it, she could climb, but again it was so tall. Feeling loud noises shouting, crashing, she couldn't wait. She was in danger. She flung herself onto the fabric climbing as fast as she could. Noticing she had was able to do it with relative easy, and her grip was firm. Jumping for the opening, the girl felt someone try to grab her, but barely slipt away. Someone was after her! She needed to run.
"Ms Granger no!" A loud slow voice shouted to her, as she felt her body be flung out the window. Hitting the roof, she lost all traction as she started to slide off the shingles. Oh go no! Clawing the best she could, but to no avail, she felt the roof gave way and she started to fall into empty air. Feeling a branch impact her, she gave a slight squeak, rolling to the side and falling to the ground. Her vision blurry, and the pain in her side was screaming in her ears. Though all the girl felt was in danger. The feeling that something was after her. She was outside, in the open. She had to get cover. Eyes falling upon a forest, yes! That was cover. She broke into a run towards the forest, ignoring the throbbing pain all over her body. Noticing also that she felt she was running weird, her body felt weird. Yet she could not focus on it too much, as she heard loud shouting again. Someone was coming. Quickly throwing her body to the side, she hid under something with wheels. trying to catch her breath. Soft squeaks filled the air as she tried to look around for the threat. Where those her squeaks? And how was she under a carriage, and it was so big?
"Ms Granger!" Another loud shout. No they found her, scurrying as fast as she could, she bolted for the forest. Hearing more shouting she couldn't understand, she ran through the forest line, weaving in and out of the trees. She had to be safe here. Yet the shouts still could be heard, they were still following. Running faster than she could, her body seemed to take over, climbing up a tree, and she started to jump from branch to branch. When did she become so athletic? Bounding from branch to branch until the shouts fading into the distance. She paused against the base of the branch wheezing heavily. Why was she making these new sounds, and how was she flinging herself from tree to tree. Looking down, her mind went crazy in not seeing her hands but tiny paws, with claws. Flexing them, she realized they were her's. The spell worked? Turning around she had a tiny brown tail, and tiny paws for legs too. Oh god what was she? The sudden noise of a hiss broke her out of her panic attack. Looking down she felt her pulse stop. A spider looking to be the size of an elephant was looking up at her. Well the spider was not that big, but she was small now. It was massive to her. Oh god, it saw her, and now it was going to kill her. That meant she was hiding in the forbidden forest. Great job, she yelled at herself. Hissing louder, the gigantic acromantula slowly started to crawl up the base of the tree. Each movement of its legs, slow and precise. It was definitely hunting, ready to spring if she tried to run. Feeling the scene of impending doom, she looked around frantically finally noticing the thick webs that coating the forest floor. Letting out a high pitch squeal she tried to back up, soon running out of room. The acromantula moved slowly to her branch stalking forward. Since it was so huge, it closed the distance quickly. The girl could see the venom dripping from it fangs, hissing deafening in her ears. Closing her eyes she hoped that death wouldn't be to painful.
"Obtenir l'araignée, j'obtiendrai la fille !" A high pitch shout was heard from above. Hearing the sound of wing beats, the girl looked up just in time to see a bright blue fire ball come shooting out of the tree top and hit the acromantula on its side sending it falling to the forest floor. Panting, and looking around in confusion, the girl suddenly saw blood red claws come near her. A flash of birds through her mind, made her shiver and somehow feel scared, letting out a terrified squeak and jumping to a low branch taking off again. A bird was after her, birds eat things like her, whatever she was! Feeling her lungs burn, and the blood in her mouth, she kept running and leaping from branch to branch. Trying to escape her new hunter. The red claw sprung down from the treetops trying to grab her. While she was trying to dodge, the girl lost her footing and fell to the ground. The air knocked out of her after the impact, she looked around for an escape, but the area was covered in webs trapping her feet. Letting out a loud wailing squeak she struggled like her life depended on it, which it very might be. Shaking her body as hard as she could feeling the ground shudder as something started to come closer to her.
"Arrêter le déplacement!" a hissing noise made in front of her. The girl could see the red talons in her vision stalking towards her. No! She had to get away. "S'zop s'zugglin 'Ermione!" The hissing was a bit softer this time, but still was forceful. Not knowing why, she followed its order. Chest heaving, heart out of control in her body, blood in her mouth, the girl trembled watching the claws come closer. "I go'z you 'Ermione." Closing her eyes as the talons came towards her, not wanting to see what was going to happen next. However, despite her worst fears, the talons closed gently around her, and she felt the breeze rush around her as she was lifted up.
Eyelids slowly opening, she saw the canopy of the forbidden forest as she seemed to be flying over head. Slamming her eyes closed again, body trembling hoping this was all a bad dream. Feeling the the sudden sensation of grass between her feet, she stumbled backwards quickly away from the massive sharp talons. The earth trembled under her paws as she saw more claws land next to her. Some blue, some green, violet, and orange, and yet there was only one red one. Oh god where they going to fight over her? All these birds kill her? Forcing herself, the girl's eyes slowly moved upwards on the red talons. What she saw made her heart thump faster in her chest. A woman figure with fire red hair, who looked to be tall as a building right now. Ruby red eyes with, with black circles around each eyes. Bright crimson veins etched around the corner of her eyes, webbing outwards to her hairline. Pale marble like skin, and near her elbows she saw red feathers sit neatly. More appeared going to her hands, no her wings? Long bright red feathers hung from her arms gently swaying in the breeze giving an impressive wing span. And on this woman's figure red bird feet, were black razor sharp talons. And the figure was clad in a tank top and shorts. Was this a harpy or something? Spinning around quickly she saw that all of them looked the same as each other, except different colors and not as tall as the red one. These women birds were going to eat her, she had to escape! Her body lurched forward trying to dash through the opening, but a wall of blue feathers blocked one way. Sliding and spinning around she tried another, and a violet talons blocked that way.
"S'zop zryin to run 'Ermione!" one hissed at her. Her eyes fell upon the ruby red one. Body trembling, mind confused she tried to make sense of this in her head. "Do you remember me 'Ermione?" The red one crouched down before her, red eyes soft now. "Do you remember w'oo you are? 'Ermione Granger?" The voice was soft and calming even though it had a slight hiss to it. That was her name. Hermione Granger, she was...was in class. She transformed into something small. "Your safe 'ma petit souris," the gentle voice spoke again. She remembered that before, someone called her that. Looking up into those red eyes again, she started to remember. Red, eyes, in her dreams. She knew these eyes. Opening her mouth, the girl tried to speak, but instead falling to her side, and letting the darkness consume her.