Hermione Granger, sixth-year Gryffindor prefect at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was doing what she always did - studying. Of course, she had the best grades in her class, but she refused to let her brilliance go to her head. Right now, she was working on a spell that would allow her to cram all of her books and supplies into her bag, and one that would make the bag itself lightweight so that with everything in it, nothing would be too heavy. She had her bag on the table in front of her, along with her supplies next to it, and pointed her wand at her empty bag, beginning to chant... Suddenly, the lights started to flicker, the ground began to shake...<|im_end|>
A crack appeared in the floor of the unused classroom. Then another, and another...the cracks seemed to glow with an unearthly green light. Then the ground seemed to give way, revealing a yawning chasm that seemed to be filled with that very same light. After only a moment's pause, however, something began to float out of the hole.
The figure before her vaguely resembled a man, if men had skin as black as asphalt, with legs that were jointed like a dog's, and razor-sharp claws on both his fingers and his toes. On his head he wore what looked like an over-sized goat's skull, from the back of which protruded long, tentacle-like hair. Other than that, he was completely nude, and as he crouched on the now-intact ground she could see the tip of his semi-flaccid cock was nearly touching the floor.
For a long moment he said nothing, did nothing but cock his head to one side as he stared at Hermione as if he were looking at a particularly interesting moth. Then she could hear a voice in her head, a strange, echoing tone that seemed to come from every direction at once:
Hermione Granger...<|im_end|>