Molten silver eyes flashed iridescent through the curtain of rain pouring down around them, pinning her bodily in place with their intensity. His Veela form was infinitely more exquisite than the images her memory provided from that night, years ago. His dark, raven wings stretched wide, the dramatic black feathers fanning to their full span, preparing to launch into attack. Hermione forgot to breathe. She’d only seen him fully transformed once before. It appeared the Veela had already taken over all higher functions.