Hermione had run very quickly up to her dorm. She had only been there for a couple hours when she found what she needed. She was feeling really good for herself, when she started to stroll back down the grand staircase. As she was walking near the fourth floor, a something came from the shadows and pulled her into an empty classroom. The figure was hooded, and it spun her around to get a good look at her. "Ah... Ms. Granger!" said the voice, it was as smooth as silk but as cold as ice. Hermione shivered, and the figure pulled off its hood. It was Reign. She smiled an almost demon smile at Hermione. "So your Weasley's little girlfriend, eh? You might be some use to me.. How is he altering the past?" The voice was no longer smooth, but frightened and angered. "A very very complicated spell!" said Hermione. Reign grabbed Hermione's hair, and Hermione let out shriek of pain. "And may I ask what that is?" Reign asked Hermione, grabbing onto her hair tighter. Optare Magus, but you'll never be able to cast it. Sixth years are no where near powerful enough, most adults aren't even yet!" Said Hermione, still trying to sound logical, even if she was in danger. "ah ha ha ! You don't know who Iam do you? Iam "the girl who lived" the one who defeated Voldemort. I knew spells by the age of six, that would make Dumbledoor wary!" Reign said with a very evil smile. Hermione highly doubted what she was hearing. Dumbledoor was a very powerful wizard; The greatest of all time. "I don't believe you!" Hermione yelled at her. "I'll prove it!" The girl pulled out her wand, and muttered some very familiar words, and Hermione suddenly felt as light as feather. Voices were coming into her head, telling her what to do. The unforgivable curses.