Hermione stood in an unfamiliar room. Tall and grand, with dark wooden floors and heavy chandeliers. She was holding an unfamiliar wand as an equally unfamiliar incantation spilt from her tongue. Her magic flared up and unleashed, burning brighter than it ever had before. She panted from excitement and exhaustion when someone began to clap. "Very good,’ a silky, hoarse voice hissed "you improve fast. Not long until you have unlocked your full potential.’. She didn’t even flinch upon seeing those blood-red eyes.