What appeared before Harry and his three friends-or rather, five people, counting Peter, who was immobilized-was a girl with black hair and black eyes who looked sixteen or seventeen.
She was very pretty, but...
She bore a seventy-percent resemblance to Harry.
Or, to put it another way, she bore an eighty-percent resemblance to Harry's mother. But her black hair and eyes made her look more like Harry overall.
If not for the obvious swell of her chest, Hermione and Ron would definitely have thought she was a larger version of Harry.
"Hermione, darling, what are you doing here? And Neville, weren't you..." The girl walked over, smiling, but suddenly stopped halfway through her sentence. Then she narrowed her eyes slightly. "Who are you?"
"I should be asking you that. Who are you?" Hermione glared fiercely at the Slytherin girl before her. What had she just called her? Hermione, darling?
Ugh, just hearing it was so gross.
"Not talking? Then I'll have to use force!" Harry's Lookalike raised an eyebrow and flicked her wand. Still without any incantation, dozens of tough vines suddenly sprouted from the stone floor, binding the four youngsters tightly and leaving them completely unable to move.
"Ah!" All four were startled. They tried to struggle, only to discover that the vines had turned to stone, pinning them firmly in place and preventing them from moving so much as an inch.
"What are you going to do, you Slytherin?" Ron demanded anxiously and angrily.
"Hmm, you impostor really are quite like the real little Weasley. Such an annoying mouth." The girl frowned slightly and pointed her wand. Ron found that he could no longer open his mouth and could only make muffled nasal sounds.
"Y-you... who are you? I've never seen you at school." Hermione watched the girl