Hermione left them to go upstairs. Once she knew they were gone, she ignored everyone in an emotional outburst and walked back out of the front door. The sun, that had been previously shining bright, was now hiding behind dark clouds, shadowing the sky. There must have been a storm coming. She sat outside on the grass for a few moments, trying to compose herself. She wiped her tears aways and sniffled weakly. She started feeling stupid for letting everything eat at her. She looked up at the sky, taking a deep breath with her eyes closed, breathing in the fresh air and calming her mind. When she opened her eyes the sight she saw made her gulp hard. She was still looking up, when directly towards her, she saw five distinct smoke trails. Death Eaters.