          A wary growl from Crookshanks tore her attention away from the yellowing pages. The large tomcat was seated on her windowsill, staring straight at her with narrowed eyes. She opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong, not that he would answer, when a shock went through her body. Hermione jumped at the sensation and dropped the book, feeling as if someone had pushed their magic through her body. It felt... familiar, almost as if she should know the magical signature.