The light of the full moon afforded Hermione’s eyes more vision than she’d typically expect at midnight. She could clearly discern the rolling hills in the distance, the lake that peeked out through the valley between them, the tree line marking the edge of the Dark Forest. As the strange sound faded away, she could make out the shape of a mysterious creature, moving at a blistering pace. Its fur was dark, its tail was long, and it ran on all fours - but its proportions were strange.