If anyone knows what Manga I got this idea from, I'll give you a cookie. I own neither it, Or Harry Potter. If I did, the characters of both would be spending they're time a lot differently. You'll Note that this jumps right into it.
-Harry Potter and The Triforce-
Her footsteps echoed through the halls of the old school as she wandered them. She knew she should not be out at this hour. It wasn't her nature. And if anyone caught her, she feared the consequences.
She was trying to shake the nightmares that plagued her every night. Of a strange being, and a beautiful woman, who stood in a foreign land she had never seen. Above them loomed what most certainly her own world.
Suddenly a cry of anguish escaped her lips as she fell to the ground, pain coursing through her veins. She watched upside down in mute horror as her shoes ripped off and her feet changed from a tannish peach to pink and as the form changed to three strange flat-ended tubes. The change snaked up her legs, to her mid back where she cried out as metal wing like contraptions burst free, her shirt falling, as the change followed up her chest, covering her breasts as it continued up her neck. Her hair retracted painfully, and another cry ensued. Her head changed so that her mouth was covered by this pink metal like material, but not before she coughed up a strange blue liquid. Her eyes were covered and her vision returned as strange triangular shaped opened to let her see. A visor like helmet formed. The transformation snaked down her arms and she fell to be supported by her chin as her hands changed. One to a long slender gun and the other to an equally long sword.
Tears leaked from her eyes as she tried to stand, falling off the strange triangular formation. She tried again, her sword arm sideways on the wall as she stumbled forward, a clanking echoing at each strange step. Soon a gargoyle entered her strange new vision, and she began to speak, despite her that she had no mouth. Every candy she knew until 'Skittles' opened the passage. She stood on the platform as it raised to a stairway. Cluttering up them clumsily she banged the length of the gun on it once, twice, three times before a bearded man opened it.
The strange sparkle in the mans eyes disappeared faster than the spark of life that sustained a human before death. His old eyes widened before wordls tumbled haphazardly from his mouth.
'Ms. Granger?'