Dangers of Human Transfiguration

[Hermione Granger]

The bushy brunette haired girl walked aimlessly until reaching large mahogany doors and strolled into the grand room, also known as the Hogwarts library. Inhaling sharply she made her way to a table in the back of the large room by the Transfiguration section. Though so many students passed though its doors the smell never changed it always smelled of fresh new books. Though sometimes she had come here as a place of refuge like her third year at Hogwarts, the grand library was always a place of comfort or refuge.

Hermione had come to the Library to be alone with her thoughts. Her best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, were both down at the Quidditch field practicing for the upcoming game the coming up weekend. While the Gryffindor was friends with quidditch loving boys, she herself found the sport pointless. All it did was cause rivarly between the houses at Hogwarts. Her happiness also did not depend on whether or not her house won the game. However, the bushy haired girl could always be found at the games cheering on her housemates as they flew this way and that.

Pulling out her Intermediate Transfiguration book a quill an inkpot and some parchment Hermione quickly set to work. Unraveling her footlong parchment she dipped her brand new dark green quill into small glass pot filled with black ink and began to chew upon the tip of the quill. Hermione thought about all she knew on the subject then began to write. The essay only had to be a foot and a half long. However, Hermione always thought it was better to put more information then needed, to show she put effort into her schoolwork. While the essay for Professor McGonagall was not due until the following week, she wanted a headstart on her work. The essay was upon Human Transfiguration, something the sixth year girl had only read and heard about.

A few seconds later, after racking her brain for any information she may have stored, Hermione dipped her quill into the pot once more and began to jot down a few lines.

Dangers of Human Transfiguration

Transfiguration is a complex and precise brand of magic. To many people this brand of magic is difficult to understand but once it is learned it becomes a part of everyday life. One branch of Transfiguration is Human Transfiguration. However, without knowledge prior to transfiguring humans into objects or animals the results can be hazardous.

Hermione paused and began to bite on her quill. It was a bad habit she had picked up on day in Arithamncy. Her brain had been stuck on one particular problem and she just bit down on her quill. It followed her to this day. Whenever she was in deep thought, Hermione could be found biting her quill. Realizing what she was doing she stood up and went to a ten shelf bookcase, running her short nails over the books.

She had a book in mind, one that was based around her essay's subject. Human Transfiguration by Adelaide Mixxe was the title. Hermione snorted aloud at uncreativity of the books title. Her face drooped into a frown, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Already on the 8 row and the book was no where to be found.If it wasn't in the Library she didn't know where else to look. Suddenly her thoughts were broken by a cold voice. Oh no, Hermione thought masking her annoyance and fustration with a calm face.

[Harry Potter]

Snnnoorrreeee!! Oh great what now? thought Harry as he woke sharply from a much needed nap. Yep..sure enough. Ron was fast asleep in the corner, tounge lolling out on his pillow's surface as he drooled like a dog. Ugh it was sickening and made his stomach turn like a mad man. Being caught up here with that flaming red haired lug was not his idea of a grand afternoon. His thoughts had traveled from school to Ginny, then his friends, then, ofcourse you already knew this, back to Ginny. The two of them had been going out for about a month now and he liked the thought of her on top of him, or so it had been in his dreams. Oh but he could dream, none the less. Well, seeing as how he was up and so wanting to shove a snow ball in Ron's face, he got up out of bed. Unfortunately, he was out of snowballs, but had a very bad smelling sock. He picked it up, its fragrance coming to his nose. Eww it was Fred's alright. It was fresh too. So, without further ado, he rolled up the freshly wet sock and shoved it in Ron's mouth. Snickering madly, Harry took his clothes into the bathroom where he commensed to undressing for a quick shower. He still smelled of brooms and sweat, but it was a smell he wouldn't trade for the world. He smiled as the water was immensely warm and calming as he stepped into the shower. He washed his hair, then his body and other ''areas'' and soon, once he was done, stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a large towel and wrapped it around his waist. He picked out his hair with a comb, styled it to the best of his ability, then dressed in a plain white shirt, blue jeans and a pair of hiking-type lace up boots. Soon the boy was ready to go. He walked out of the bathroom, laughing out loud abit as Ron still slept with the vile stinking sock in his mouth. Harry grabbed his wand off his bed side table, stuck it in his back pocket, then went out the door.

The common room was surprisingly empty and not even Mione was in here cozying up with one of her wretched novels. Crookshanks was here though and spitting profusely as Harry caught his eyes.
"Oh shut up you miserable cat."
He said, which only sent Crookshanks spitting and hissing like mad. He rolled his eyes, then proceeded out the door. He had his thumbs clinging on to his belt loops as he came down the hallway, humming a tune he had heard Ron whistling in his sleep. He didn't know where everyone was today. The weather was lousy so his mood was understandably so. The halls were empty and so were the classrooms that lined them. His feet instinctively carried him to the Library where he knew he was about to find some body. He came across the oaken floor, eyeing madam Price as she gave him a glare like no other. He soon found his target, bushy hair and all. He snuck up behind her, hoping to frighten her out of her mind as he said in a raspy voice that was not his own.
"Hello there Mione."
He tore away after bending down by her ear, then sat in a chair next to her, eyes gleaming in a certain mischief he only held on certain occasions.
"You look alittle..I don't know..frustrated? To put it lightly?"
He said, looking abit concerned on her behalf.

[Hermione Granger]

"Hello there Mione."

At first, the bushy-haired girl thought it might have been Malfoy, but the voice had said 'Mione' not 'Mudblood' or 'Granger' so it couldn't be that prat. But the voice didn't sound too familiar. It was, like a deeper, more raspy, version of someone's voice she knew. But, she wanted to guess a bit before turning. Let's see ... Neville? No, he couldn't speak like that and not stutter. Dean? No ... he wouldn't come all the way to the library just to do that. Seamus? Maybe ... but she had a feeling that the body behind her wasn't that of Seamus? Ron? No ... that only left.

"Harry!" She, gleefully, jumped into his arms for a hug, and was surprised to not smell feet and brooms about him. Instead, he smelled like fresh pine. A nice smell, Hermione might add, compared to his previous smell she'd more than once had the displeasure of being around. Reaching a hand up to his damp, ebony hair, Hermione grinned. "Aww, you've taken a shower, Harry! I'm so proud of you! I'm guessing Ronald is still in the Common Room?" She asked, a hint of bitterness in the young girl's voice.