Instantly, in-between them both appeared ghostly copies of themselves at fifteen years old talking to the large snakelike dragon with razor sharp teeth sticking out of her mouth, porcupine needles like a mane about her neck. Almost as soon as came it was gone, a shrill girlish scream from the sink's opening to the chamber calling for her attention as a golden glow shone around Tom who then fell to his hands and knees, ghostly Hermione turning him on his back, a look of panic on her face.