Heavy panting, I gripped onto the desk. My pale hands, attempting to keep me standing. A sheen of sweat on my skin at the forced transformation made it grip properly. My white hair draped over my head. Slick wet from the sweat. My head started to pound, like a nail slowly being hammered into my brain. There was a song being played, in an attempt to sooth the oppressive magic. But it was not nearly strong enough to beat down Death’s own magic. Eventually, I yelled. "WHY ARE ALL THREE DEATHLY HALLOWS IN ONE PLACE!"