Hermione hesitated, as she stood in front of the large gates. Despite her racing heart, her feet remained tied to the ground and it took her immense strength to take the first step. One followed by another, and she reminded herself that she was the brightest witch of her age and there was nothing to be afraid of. Except for Voldemort, psycho Death Eaters and a bunch of idiots who believed in blood purity above all. 