What happened in the beginning?
Hermiony stepped into the clearing. Beneath her feet, traces of autumn leaves were freezing into the slush. The storm was dying away and the woods were getting colder. Hermiony didn't feel the cold neither did she mind the dark. Her pupils opened wider gathering up particles of light that would be invisible to a human. She could see two figures struggling beneath the whomping willow quite clearly.
One had thick wavy dark hair. Which the wind had churned into a tumble of waves, he was slightly taller than the other, although Hermiony couldn't see she somehow knew his eyes were green. The other had a shock of white blonde hair. But his was straight, almost like the pelt of an animal, his lips were drawn back from his teeth in fury, and the lounging grace of his body was gathered into a predators crouch, his eyes were silver.
Hermiony watched them for several minuets without moving. She had forgotten why she had come here, why she had been pulled here by the echoes of battle in her mind. This close the howls of their anger and hatred and pain was almost deafening, like silent shouts coming from the figures. They were loud and deafening.
Then Hermiony rememberd why she had come here. How could she have forgotten. HE was hurt, HIS mind had summoned her here, battering her with shockwaves of rage and pain, she had to help him because she belonged to him. The two figures were down on the ground now, fighting like wolves, snarling. Swiftly and silently Hermiony went to them . the one with dark hair and green eyes –Harry- a voice in her mind told her. He was on top scrabbling at the others throat. Anger washed through Hermiony. Anger and protectivness. She reached between the two of tem to grab that choking hand, to pry the fingers up. It didn't occur to her that she might not be strong enough to do this, she was strong enough; that was all, she threw her weight to one side wrenching him flat on his face in the leaf strewn slush, then she began to choke him from behind.
Her attack had taken him by surprise but he was far from beaten. He struck back at her,