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The trees were sporadic; scarce. Hermione could see through them several feet in front of her in nearly all directions. Even before Molly Weasley told her the location of the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, she could tell that the trees surrounding her weren’t the ones she knew.
There were so many things Hermione had looked forward to when she was reunited with her friends. Unexpectedly, the first thing she noticed was their clothes. The variety of colors and styles. A mixture of bright colored jumpers and muggles trousers, rather than the Death Eater uniform robes of black. Of all the emotions she anticipated, they were all replaced with the overwhelming feeling of being exposed...