It was the morning of Samhain (The End of Summer), the sun rose slowly, the colors of red orange and yellow spread across the horizon as Harry sat outside wrapped up tightly watching the sun illuminate the sky for the day to begin. He was enjoying life at the school but couldn't help but be bitter about how he couldn't go home to spend Samhain with his family. The Veil would be at it's weakest tonight, the one thing even magic couldn't control was the Veil between the living and the dead, This was the only time that the Veil would be lifted, tonight at midnight, allowing those who still celebrated Samhain, a moment of being able to feel the souls of departed loved ones or ancient ancestors as they passed by, it was the time for celebrating the deceased and feasting in their honor. Not that Harry truly had anyone to "feel’ their energies, his Mother and Father were both still around, he had never met his Father's parents so harbored no feelings of sentiment for them (but he knew his Father always felt them), and his Mother's parent's were still around. but despite that he still enjoyed the feeling of magic surrounding them when they celebrated. Unfortunately since Muggle-borns had been integrating with their world they had lost the true meaning of Samhain, and it had been swapped out for the muggles Halloween. Harry and Hermione had always celebrated Samhain the correct way along with their friends and their families. From the sunrise of 31st October they wouldn't eat, keeping their bodies empty until the dinner feast, where they would pray out to the spirit world before allowing themselves the delight of roasted meals. At midnight as it moved from 31st to the 1st, they would light a candle each in a circle and send their prayers and wishes via their magic into the flames from the candles for the other world to receive, and they would celebrate tonight even if Dumbledore didn't approve.