Hermione stepped into the silent courtyard, feeling unsure. She tried to get angry, to become brave and fearless. But all she felt was fright and sadness.  Hermione looked around herself. She expected Death-eaters to be standing guard at the entrance or patrolling the grounds. All she heard was the whistle of the wind. She eyed the large wooden doors. For the first time in her life, she didn’t want to go inside Hogwarts. Hermione took an unsure step before freezing.