"I promise," he said solemnly. He was now deeply worried about his friend. What had happened to her that caused her to cover her entire head and warn him not to scream or laugh? Did she somehow become horribly disfigured since he last saw her?
With trembling hands, Hermione reached up and tugged off the scarf and glasses. Harry was curious as to what was concerning Hermione. Besides her eyes being closed, there was nothing wrong with her. Then she removed her hat.
"Oh, my," he uttered in surprise.
Jutting out of the top of her head were two, large cat-ears, complete with soft, brown fur. With her eyes still shut, she asked "Are you laughing?"
He was about to reply to her question when his brain registered her teeth. The witch had two short fangs where her canines used to be. Her eyes fluttered open and Harry saw two yellow eyes with vertical slits staring at him.
"You're a cat."
"Not completely," she said, pouting.
His eyes darted between her new ears, yellow eyes, and sharp teeth, asking "Do you have a tail, too?"
Frowning even more, Hermione nodded. "It's about two, two-and-a-half feet long."
"How'd this happen?"
"I tried my first animagus transformation today," she said with a sniffle. "McGonagall suggested that I attempt it seeing how well I've been progressing."
"And you turned...