Harry Potter couldn't believe how stupid Kraug was. There he was, wondering how to best behead the Time Child and Kraug appeared and invited him into her midsts. It was almost like Kraug wanted Hermione Lion Heart dead. He didn't know, could never know what was swirling around in that paralyzed head of hers, what mysteries probed her deep?
Harry seeped sweat all over and trundled after Kraug through the commons into the Golden Trio's bedroom. Mecha Granger 20-30 was there, absolutely insensate with sorrow. She didn't even acknowledge Harry's entrance... she didn't acknowledge much these days... except her woe.
Harry could sense MG23's overwhelming woe like some pyschic illness and shrunk in the presence of it, but he couldn't let himself get distracted, for the sake of Luna Lovegood he had to decapitate Hermione, and probably the rest of the Golden Trio for good measure. It made him awfully sad though, having to loose three friends to save one lover, also he only had an hour until the midnight moonlight match against Slytherin and if he was late then Gryfindor would forfeit the match. He began sobbing in great wracking heaves and the Golden Trio had their herats fingered and embraced him thinking he was recalcitrant.
The bitter irony was too much for him to tolerate. "If only you knew!" He cried out meaning if only they knew he had to kill them but they still thought he was apologizing and thought he refered to his own woe. They cried too, in silent forgiveness. Unseen, floating atop the ceiling Padma Patil giggled silently to herself. Then she apparated away to safety.
Her plan was working perfectly.
Just then the moon arose like some slumbering harbinger of doom. The Slytherins all transformed into werewolf monsters. They had so many claws between them and planned to use them for horrible violence upon the Gyrfindor quiditch team who had already begun to file out onto the quidditch field in preparation for the suspiciously time match.
Ginny was there and so was Ron. They talked to the rest of the team about the match coming up. Just then dozens of werewolves poured onto the green and began their horrific carnage. Within moments, still too bewildered to attack or even respond yet half of the Gryfindor team was down, laying in pools of their own blood and viscera. Ron saw glistening entrails ripped out of his friends and teammates, all of them his almost lovers, he would never know because now they were dead. What it would be to have touched them in loving embrace... he would never know now because they had passed on at the thrice acursed claws and fangs of the Slytherin quidditch team, his mortal enemies.
He cried for his lost experiences of the future and drew his wand. He zapped and stung at the beasts and levelled many in howls of pain but still they came. They bit at arms and legs and heads and throats, unprejudiced of body parts to maim and tear out. They were like monsters who liked to attack people... and kill.
And kill they did. Their glossy black fur shone in the moonlight and they killed and killed. Soon Ron and Ginny where the only two left. They were cornered all around by night beast, their backs to one another.
"Looks like it's fighting time for us," Ron exclaimed and Ginny agreed. That's when they began fighting back for real.
"No more fooling around!" Ginny said and delivered bat bogey after bat bogey hex, sending the werewolves scampering off in annoyance with bats flapping about their muzzles and gore flecked snouts.
"That'll teach the limey bastards!" Ron yelled in triumph. He transfigured a wolfman right in front of him into a puddle of quicksand and several another werewolf fell into it and drowned in the evanescant sands of entrapment.
Just then, with a starts and a great gasp of breath, Saturnalia awoke.
She drew her covers up to her chest, shivering all over at the foul and violent dream she had just escaped. What horrible things were happening, what indescribable violences. What a horrible way to end a magic fantasy of the night... And her dream muse, the wizarding detective Harry Potter, whom she looked forward to observing in her nightly escapades, he was in such an awful spot. Normally her dreams were pleasant too. A perfect way to escape her deprived, magic-less sorry excuse for a life.
Saturnalia considered waking her twin sister Hermione but decided against it. Herm could be so crotchety when she was suddenly awoken, and they had a long day ahead of them with an early start to boot. She got up and trapsed through the wooden cabin she shared with her twin sister and got a fresh glass of milk from out of the refirdgerator.
The milk had just been retrieved from their prized, and only, milk cow that morning and Saturnalia drank just a little, keeping in mind that they had to sell Boudailia the next day and ought to spread out their enjoyment of the last drops of milk they wrung from her pink teats. Saturnalia drank milk in front of her mirror and combed her ever curly green hair. Her beautiful hair was the envy of the village and it made her feel better about being poor. Though Hermione... that was another matter. Her twin, though smart and kind as any other regular person, had golden hair. People would often stare at her unfortunate sister, parents would elbow their children and say, "see, that's what happens when you disobey your parents. The gods mark you as a monster and you are unable to find love ever hence."
Hermione cried a river of tears for her disgusting golden hair but nothing seemed to work. Once Saturnalia had thought to dye the grotesquely shaded locks white with cows milk to offer her sister some small chance at happyness. It had worked and for a time Hermione had looked as beautiful as any other maiden could want... But the milk soon curdled and began to exude a foul scent. People gagged and sometimes even threw up right in Hermione's face because of that awful smell and her misguided twin had been forced to wash the lie out of her scalp with much sorrow and the scarlet letter of liars guilt emblazoned on her dishonesty for all to remark upon...
Saturnalia finished combing her hair and was about to go to bed when her stomach began to churn and leap about insdie of her abdomen. It made a grumble that sounded like distant thunder and with a sudden tightness in her gut Saturnalia raced to the toilet and was only just in time. She retched forth a vile welter of rotted meat from intestines. She had, in the extremes of her poverty, been forced to eat week old eggs that morning. She and her sister had no other food but old, disgusting eggs. They were obviously too old to have eaten but what was she suppoused to have had that day? It was not like she could go without food or eat her own teeth. In misery she continued to void, expecting every painful odious push to be the last yet the geyser of putrification that gushed from her never once let up.
After some time she was forced to call out to her slumbering twin. "Herm! Herm! Oh lord Herm come quick!"
Hermione awoke, bashful and confused. She prayed that Saturnalia didn't have guests over, she had lost her hat and didn't want to showcase her bizare hair to any judgemental strangers. With a crippling reluctance she bounded from bed and ran madcap into the bathroom to appraise her ailling twin. "What in the world is going on!"
Saturnalia was amazed to find that Hermione was not suffering the same reaction to the eggs that she was. 'It must be something to do with her freakish hair...' she decided.
"You must go to the village and get some ointment for my raging innards!" Saturnalia demanded peevishly. She was crying in her severe discomfort and her salty tears dripped down her body and into the bowl to comingle and somewhat dilute the foul concotion just below her aching termination.
Hermione quaked in fear. The village... Where all the townspeople gathered for their various needs... all the green haired townspeople and their scornfull admonishments for her brazenly unnatural discoloration. She had no idea how she would survive such an discomfiting ordeal but she knew she must.
"But you and I are so poor that we don't even have any money!" Hermiobe cried out. She began to cry in frustration.
"The milk!" Saturnalia managed to shout, just before she began to vomit horribly. Chunks of egg shells and decaying flesh splattered on the floor and onto both of their bare feet. Their toe nails were already cracked and yellowed from malnutrition, and now this.
"I wont fail you okay!" Hermione screamed and dashed from the bathroom.
Gathering her cloak about her and fitfully trying to cover her disgusting blonde curls she rain into the night. It was around three a.m. and everyone else was fast asleep, it was raining.
Getting wetter and wetter, but not letting it stop her, Hermione ran to the neighbours cottage. She banged on the oaken door for what seemed like hours but the only response she got was "Go away! I'm too sleepy to answer to door so just leave!" After a few more failed bangings of requested ingress she took their advice and tried another house. But here she was met with bad luck as well and was sent away before she could even come inside. Sobbing fit to beat the deluge from above she tried the third closest house to hers and was eventually let inside.
Albus Snape eyed Hermione and her strange hair for a while before he let her tell him what she had intruded on his much needed sleep for. Hermione screeched about the precarious position of her intestinaly stricken twin and the aging farmer aquiesced to the impromptu and highly irregular purchass. Usually people bought milk in the market place, not from strangers in the middle of the night, but Albus Snape was a kindly man, and in secret he also had pretentions of mixing quasi magical concotions from animal secretions.
Once Hermione bounded from his home, clutching the golden coins he had bequeathed her, he began to mix the recently purchased milk into a vat of snakes venom and virgins tears. Soon a hiss of smoke erupted from the arcane chemical reaction and Albus began jumping up and down in an abondonment of joy. If he was interpreting the results correctly then he had, for the first time ever, opened a portal into the use of magic. He eyed the first potion ever created and pondered on his weighty, history altering achievement. Now the people of Saturnalia's dream weren't the only ones who knew what magic really was. Now... so did he.
As Hermione rushed on to the village she fancied she heard maniacal laughter chasing her outwards into the night. Into the dark.