Hermione stared up at the full moon. It lit up the forest, casting eerie shadows against her skin but that didn't bother her. There was nothing in here that could hurt her, especially not on a full moon. Summer was almost over and soon she would return to school, but she wondered what they would think of her. She had changed in a very obvious way. Her hair sleek and black, her eyes were the same deep blue as the night sky, and her skin was paler than Malfoy's. The darkness of night had changed her, absorbed her.

At the start of the summer, she looked into moon magic, just for something to do. Most witches and wizards dismissed it as a muggle's attempt at magic, but the more Hermione learned about it, the more it drew her in. She could now pass through the night unseen. She had become night and it her. Hermione wondered if there were others like her or if everyone else had just dismissed the magic. It wasn't possible she was the first wizard in recent history to attempt moon magic.

She continued through the woods towards the graveyard. Power rested there. She could feel it, that's why she went there, but tonight she could feel another power beyond that of the dead. As she reached the edge of the grassy lawn she saw a lone figure standing on a grave, shooting curses at it. She walked quietly towards them but stopped when they looked up.

"Who's there?"

She could feel their mind reaching out in the night trying to grasp her. Evading their search, she looked into their mind. Quickly withdrawing, she stumbled backwards. Hermione took a deep breath and pushed all light out of herself into the night, truly becoming part of it. She was the stars, the moon, the darkness and she could feel his anger at losing her. It radiated off of his body into the night, into her. She finally pulled herself back together when his emotions became too much, and apparated to the Burrow.

"Harry! Ron!"

She banged on the door. When Ron answered it, he looked confused.

"Who are you and what the hell do you want? It's the middle of the night!"

"It's me Ron. Let me in."

Ron muttered something to Harry and let her in before going to get the rest of his family. When they were all seated at the table, she took a deep breath and told them everything that had happened and who she had found, leaving out the moon magic and the fact she had dispersed herself into the night. Charlie remained quiet while the others fussed over her and tried to decide who to tell. Finally, everyone went to bed but Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Charlie. Ron stood up.

"Well, Mione, I'm going to go to bed."

"Me too mate."

Harry followed him upstairs. Hermione wasn't sure what to do. She didn't want to be rude, but Charlie hadn't said anything and she was tired. Before she could make up her mind what to do he spoke.

"You should be careful."

"I know Charlie, we all should."

"I don't think you understand what you're messing with. You were very reckless tonight."

Hermione looked up. She was not one to be accused of recklessness. As if he read her mind he continued.

"There is more to moon magic than folklore suggests."

"Like what?"

"I imagine you have several abilities that you did not read about. Have you considered why that might be?" Charlie sounded frustrated.

"You're making assumptions. There is nothing to consider. I know what I am doing." Of course, that was not true. She had already considered it and didn't have an answer. She wasn't going to stop though; she couldn't. It was almost instinctive to use the powers, now that she had them.

"No, you don't, Mione. This ability gives you unbelievable power, more than you realize. Dispersing is dangerous. It rips your soul apart, and each bit of soul feels the emotions that live in the air. It's..." Hermione cut him off.

"How do you know about that?!"

Charlie cringed and sighed.

"I have my own sources. Don't worry about it." Clearly ready to end the conversation, he stood. "Goodnight, Hermione."