Knockturn Alley was just as ghastly as she remembered it. Like all color had been sucked out of the sky and cobblestones and painted signs, leaving everything in murky shades of grey. A low hum of voices hung in the street, and as Hermione peered around the corner of an abandoned apothecary, worry gnawed at her mind. She hated being here. Hated bringing Sirius here. And yet, it was the only place she could think of to stash Lucius while going about their mission.