This was going to be the start of Hermione Granger's last year at Hogwarts but for the last few months there had been a progressive amount of drama, darkness, crimes and many more unspeakable happenings around the wizarding world. As time had continued, there had been curfews put in place in major towns and cities. Diagon Alley had been put under observation by the Ministry of Magic (M.O.M), and the use of spells was supposed to be at a minimum for everyone. Meaning that those who had the gift of magic were torn from their posts and were forced to slave away when in previous times, a wand would have managed even the simplist of tasks. These were dark times indeed. Even during the day, the amount of people who were breathing were halving as the days went on. the Skies, pitch black and shadowed, were reflecting the dark mood and fear of the towns and cities effected.  Muggles outside of the magical reality believed it was an ongoing storm or weather anomaly. In reality it couldn't have been further from the truth.