Young Malfoy giggled behind his hand, but his mirth was short lived. A strong wind appeared suddenly, rattling the windows on the house and disturbing the birds out of the trees. Hermione could hear the call of her Granny as she told Young Hermione to hold her horses while she found her glasses... but Young Hermione had disappeared and in her place was a dark, murky-looking cloud of blackness. It dipped and swirled around the house, growing at a rapid rate. 