Once, hermione granger was walking down the street.
A small, child sized figure was hunched over under the streetlight.
Hermione was allowed to use magic outside of school since she was 18, so she got out her wand and cautiously approached the figure.
As Hermione got closer, she saw a tattered, very dirty, yet still somewhat white dress clothing the figure and that it was sleeping.
It was a thing.(oh, I don't know what to say, just PUT SOMETHING DOWN)
The small figure's hands were covered with what appeared to be metal claws, and her skin was covered in cuts and fresh blood. Dark blue and red bruises covered her pale skin.
Then MarsGal took away the iPad and the story ended.
THE END