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My tummy pulled as the lady apparated us. I had to catch my breath while I focused on anything but the reeling surroundings we were suddenly plunged into. An even darker forest with strange noises sounding from within. I swung slightly in the makeshift hammock the lady carried me in made of a smooth bed sheet. While the lady was assessing me and my broken wing, I realized it wasn't everyone else that was huge, but me that was small. I stuck my head out trying to find the orange feline that I followed. I can't see him. I suddenly feel more nervous. We couldn't be too far away from Daddy, could we?

I remember playing hide and seek with the nurse, a muggle game Daddy told me about. Nanny Everette sure knew how to hide! I ran all around the estate, checking under beds and behind curtains. It wasn't until I cried for her to help that her soft voice carried towards me. She wasn't calling me though. She was speaking prettily. I followed the voice upstairs, past my room, through an empty-ish ballroom, past my Daddy's room and into his office. I found Everette there, rifling through Daddy's boring papers. He said they're important, and to never touch them. I don't think they are THAT important.

"What are you doing to Daddy's stuff Nanny?" I asked quietly, she whirled around and hissed at me.

"We finish this game now, Scorpius." Everette slowly drew her wand and shakily pointed it towards me. I woke up from my daydreaming to find that we were moving again. I had to tell Daddy that Nanny was going through his very important things.

I turned to the lady to voice my concerns;only a grumble came out. She glanced down at me with a warm smile before patting my head and humming some sort of tune. I wonder if the cat knows how to speak dragon. Am I even speaking dragon? Do dragons have a language?

Next I notice, we're walking out the forest on a steep hill. Up on top the hill was an ancient castle, giant and always described a place like that when he talked about his school years.

Hogwarts.

I felt a tingle the closer and closer we got. It made me jumpy and I cowered down into the bed sheet-hammock, as the lady walked us closer and closer. I felt us turn as we now approached a smaller, rural hut farther away from the castle and closer to the forest. Half my body was now hanging out of the hammock, trying to see everything there was to see.

She went right up to the door, through a pumpkin patch, and rapped harshly on the door three times. A great hairy beast of man opened the door, a smile barely showing through the bushi-ness of a coarse black beard.
"HERMIONE!" he boomed. "HOW ARE YA?"