Queen of Quiet Nothing

“Potter! What have you done?” And there was the crux of it. I could feel his panic edging into my mind and suddenly I remembered everything. Oh Merlin, what had I done?
My name is Harielle Potter, and today I faced Death and made a decision that changed everything. Now I'm lost with my least favorite professor and eleven unhatched dragon eggs in a desolate icy wasteland with no way to get home. And, oh yeah, I may have intentionally turned Snape into a dragon, who is very much not happy. But that was to save his life...so a thank you would be nice. I've no food, except if you count the dead half of the Horntail, which: gross. Snape is being a spectacular asshole, which isn't new but very much unhelpful! We've got to find a way to get home, or shelter...or something. I'm afraid we might die out here if we don't.
Perhaps Death was right, maybe I should have boarded the other train. But I'm a Gryffindor, god damnit, and I will get through this. Now only if I can get Snape to just fucking help, maybe we have a chance. And I swear, if we get out of this, I will never ever talk back to him again. And apologize to Hermione because she really did tell me so. I truly do have the absolute worst plans.