Hermione had managed to reorientate herself among the many dark figures around her. Bellatrix had remained close to her side, along with her sister, Lucius and Fenrir. A group she knew well. Other death eaters were close to the dark lord who although only a fair few feet away, carried a powerful energy around him as he moved through the crowd in and out to make a few adjustments before he made his attack. The sheer silence around them as they organised themselves was eerily quiet. They all knew that Hogwarts school was ready for their attack and had only been waiting since the boy who lived had made a grave mistake to attack members of the new age rebellion. Before long everyone had found cover away from sight completely and were awaiting orders. Recruits were ready to attack, mounted on brooms ready to fly overhead and onslaught those who stood between them and the castle doors. The Dark Lord himself had his wand raised, ready to send the signal for them. Another moment passed and the green lights shot into the sky, followed by possibly hundreds of recruits launching into the sky in a giant gist of wind at the castle. Already sending spells at towers that had been silhouetted with shadows of those ready to defend. Within a matter of minutes, explosions, bright lights and fire polluted the dark sky. Flashing reflections into the woodland where the dark order had hidden. The sounds of those explosions, spells, screaming, fighting and creaking buildings were heard from the woods and brought many smiles, laughs and cheers between the next onslaught.