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SilverTiger · 02-08-2019, 07:44 AM

The moments surrounding the battle had been as surreal as anything could have been. Watching her mother kill Bellatrix Lestrange in her defense, all the many losses that they’d all gone through. Thinking Harry had been killed only to find out that the slender thread of hope that they’d all been wrong that she’d found herself clinging to as Neville had made his first stand was more true than anything she’d ever considered in her short lifetime. He hadn’t been dead, and they’d all been the victors in the end. He had been the victor.

And yet Hogwarts had taken the brunt of the battle, and Ginny had found herself wandering the remains of the corridors she remembered from not so long ago as the ruins should have promised. She’d known the others were headed for the Great Hall. She’d seen the familiar ginger hair of George disappear through the remnants of the doors what seemed like moments ago, but the seventeen-year-old had wanted a few minutes to herself. They’d all lost so much. It was nearly unfair, in her opinion.

That was why she’d found herself looking for any of the secret passageways from the twins’ and then Harry’s map, only turning back when she’d verified most of them had in fact been mostly collapsed. Odds were the one that had brought Harry back the first time was charred beyond belief, too, but she hadn’t trusted the staircases to hold her long enough to get to the seventh floor. Instead, she’d turned her steps toward the Great Hall, stepping around the last pile of stones in time to hear Professor Flitwick’s suggestion. “That sounds alright to me, Professor,” she said, echoing Harry even as she acknowledged that she’d stopped near him.

This really didn’t feel like Hogwarts right now. Not the Hogwarts she remembered.

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SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,196 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arienne Morgenstern Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Third Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict The moments surrounding the battle had been as surreal as anything could have been. Watching her mother kill Bellatrix Lestrange in her defense, all the many losses that they’d all gone through. Thinking Harry had been killed only to find out that the slender thread of hope that they’d all been wrong that she’d found herself clinging to as Neville had made his first stand was more true than anything she’d ever considered in her short lifetime. He hadn’t been dead, and they’d all been the victors in the end. He had been the victor. And yet Hogwarts had taken the brunt of the battle, and Ginny had found herself wandering the remains of the corridors she remembered from not so long ago as the ruins should have promised. She’d known the others were headed for the Great Hall. She’d seen the familiar ginger hair of George disappear through the remnants of the doors what seemed like moments ago, but the seventeen-year-old had wanted a few minutes to herself. They’d all lost so much. It was nearly unfair, in her opinion. That was why she’d found herself looking for any of the secret passageways from the twins’ and then Harry’s map, only turning back when she’d verified most of them had in fact been mostly collapsed. Odds were the one that had brought Harry back the first time was charred beyond belief, too, but she hadn’t trusted the staircases to hold her long enough to get to the seventh floor. Instead, she’d turned her steps toward the Great Hall, stepping around the last pile of stones in time to hear Professor Flitwick’s suggestion. “That sounds alright to me, Professor,” she said, echoing Harry even as she acknowledged that she’d stopped near him. This really didn’t feel like Hogwarts right now. Not the Hogwarts she remembered. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥