Bonus - 21

Sound buzzes persistently in my ear.

My head is spinning, a sour taste on my tongue. All I can register is heat, beating down relentlessly upon my back, right through whatever sheer outfit I must be wearing. My face is pressed against dirt...or maybe that's sand. It's burning hot, whatever it is, it coats the inside of my mouth, turning it uncomfortably dry, only accelerating my thirst.

Memories flood into my mind all at once, making me wince. I'm not exactly sure where I am, as that was never a part of the plan. All I know is I'm no longer with the Moon, but on immortal soil.

We executed the plan what felt like days ago, but was only seconds. We got everyone together, they harnessed their magic, and here I am, Hermione, having taken my place. The magic still vibrates through me, my own having been stilled to the point I doubt it works anymore.

I force myself to look up.

I'm in a desert. Red sand slopes up and down for miles, glimmering with golden specks under the relentless sunlight