Disclaimer: I've said this often enough, right? I bet you people could recite my disclaimer in your sleep. But wait, I do own Enchantras. I'm pretty sure I do anyway, as far as I know, I made them up.

Authors note: OH MY GOD! Was anyone else really, really, really, really, really upset over the latest HP book? I stayed up all night to finish it when I got my reserved copy at midnight, and let me tell you, it was such a disappointment. To tell the truth, I haven't liked an HP book since third year, which happens to be my favorite book. So I figure Its time for a really great book, meaning that seventh year better be the best ever. Anyway, I don't have to worry about losing you guys, right? Cause this story is set in seventh year, not sixth or fifth or whatever. On to the story!

Hermiones POV:

"Well, first we need to decide what animal wed like to become." I said. (AN: Do they decide, or do they just become something?)

"Do we have to pick the same animal?"

"No, but it'd be way easier."

"OK. I thought maybe a stag." (AN: Remember, that's what his dad was, for those of you are really thick and didn't get the connection.)

I smiled. "That's a great idea, Harry, but… its not very useful."

"I guess that's true. We need some books. (AN: Wow, did Harry just say that?) Lets go look, and Ill meet you back here in five minutes?" Harry asked. I nodded.

"Sure." We both got up and wandered through the isles of ancient tomes. I piled at least ten thick books in my arms and headed back to the table. I smiled at Harry, who was already seated with a stack of books at least as big as mine. I sat too, and we began looking through the books. I picked one called 'Easy animagus forms for any witch or wizard'. I had been reading for about ten minutes when Harry tapped my arm.

"Listen to this, Hermione."

I put my book down, carefully marking the page.

"Okay. 'Enchantra: Enchantras are magical beings that exist only in animagus form. They greatly resemble fairies, but their wings are far larger and more showy. They are very small, only reaching up to three inches in height. They are identical to their human counterpart, and retain all knowledge. They can speak, though so quietly that a voice charm is needed to hear them. Enchantras are known to be very fast, reaching up to thirty miles per hour, an incredible speed considering their miniscule size. All Enchantras are surrounded by a loose cloud of very fine dust, also leaving a trail of this "fairy dust" wherever they go. This dust tends to be gold in males, but the female will always have silver dust. It is known to be immensely difficult to transform into an enchantra, but its form is one of the most rewarding. Enchantras are known to be very romantic, and their dust is highly valuable in love potions.'" (I was trying to make it sound as if it came out of a Hogwarts textbook. Did I do well:) Let me know!)

"Wow. I think that's it." I said.

"Me too."

"Lets get started!" I said excitedly. We worked hard for a month and a half, until, in mid-December, Harry and I could both become Enchantras at will. It was fun, of course, but the fact that we couldn't tell anyone lessened the fun. Still, we transformed often to sneak places. People never seemed to see us, although they wondered about the coloured dust we left as we flew. As the book had promised, the dust was very fine, almost a powder. Harry's dust was a pale gold, mine silver. We collected the dust we could, at first, because it was so valuable, but soon realised that we couldn't do anything with it or people would wonder where we got it. Then, a week before Christmas, Harry, ron, and I walked into potions to discover that Snape looked even more evil than usual. When we sat down, ron pulled out a tiny vial and showed it to Harry and I under our desk.

"Kids have been finding this stuff all over school. Do you know what it is?" he asked. Before he could answer, Snape had swept down the isle and snatched the vial out of rons hand.

"What is this, Mr.weasley?"

"I don't know, Professor. Kids have been finding it all over school."

Snape examined the vial. "This is Enchanta dust. Very rare. Professor Dumbledore will be very interested in this." He said. "Class is canceled. I must see the Headmaster."

So, what do you think? Sorry it takes me so long to update, But its hard to update when noone knows I write this and I cant find time to type. Plus I'm the worlds slowest typer. I love you guys! Please review!