A cackle floated over to them from the darkness, and the shadow moved closer. As the figure  moved into the light, Hermione gasped softly. A woman stood before them. She wore a long, tattered black dress. Her black curls were long and wild, even more so than Hermione’s. Her eyes sparkled with mad glee in a face that was darkly beautiful, and her alabaster skin was stark against her dark clothing.