Grey

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The beautiful Hogwarts sky was grey. That was all it was. The sunsets here were beautiful, but right now, it was grey against the burning roof tops. Death Eaters swirled through the air as students and Order of the Pheonix fought alongside each other. The dead were in the Great Hall. And everyone, even all the Death Eaters, felt as if everything they ever knew was falling. For the Order of the Pheonix, everything was falling into a grey world. For the Death Eaters, they were sacrificing one grey night for a world of power. The world around them was grey, even if colorful spells zipped past at any second. The world was dying, for that one night. So when the sun rose in the distance, there was a small ray of hope. Not just in Neville Longbottoms words, not just in the light returning to the grey world, but in the castle itself. We can break !from the grey night and come out free from Voldemort.

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