Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure –
But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.
Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.
Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.
Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured – by their classmates –for having been born.
Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle – but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)
Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.
Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again – the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone – the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?
Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.
Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.
Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes – in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.
Imagine the ghosts.
Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield – it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)
Imagine the students unable to trust each other – everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.
Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.
Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.
Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.
Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.
Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.
Imagine the students who leave the wixen world – hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.
Imagine the students who never use magic again.
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(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)
Reblogging this kickass post by the equally kickassbecause everyone should read itI had never ever thought of this before. probably horribly true.
But on one point I disagree- do you imagine that the parents and older magical, non-ministry people would allow the ministry to chuck children away for unforgiveable curses they were forced to do under duress?I can think of some Molly Weasleys, some Narcissa Malfoys, that would burn the Ministry to the ground first
So I scrolled past this originally…then saw it again and I have to respond.
Harry Potter is about the triumph of the human spirit. Look around the world, wars and death occur daily. Real life things happen in war that are more gruesome than some of the stuff in HP, and yet those people carry on.
Why? Because those moments up there are temporary, in time they will slowly fade. Will they go away forever? No. Will some days and weeks be hard and unforgiving? Certain noises or places triggers? Yes.
But think of the groups that would spring up the following year, support groups. People talk about those they loved that died, or the survivor guilt. How the whole school, no matter the house would pull together to give people hugs.
How when someone struggles to cast a spell, enter a room, and starts crying, how no one will mock them or question it as they all have been there. How the more motherly students would usher them away to get some comfort food from the house elves.
How the Professors would move slow in studies and be more forgiving when their skills are lacking, offering tutoring, or just a listening ear for students who need it.
How every year going forward the Battle of Hogwarts memorial night would be held in the great hall. It would start off somber, but as people remembered the good times of those they love that are gone, there would be laughter, some crying, but the strength of friendship would grow stronger.
The ghosts of those who remain I don’t think would be vindictive. I see them trying to help friends move on, helping lost new students around, or the other side, being pranksters and getting people lost. Those ghosts are heroes, so yes a violent death, they fought and died knowing they fought for the right cause.
Not to mention a statue, or plaque, or something that remembers each victim put on the grounds of the school.
I post this not to contradict the OP, but to merely point out in writing that those bad feelings above do happen and are terrible, but there is also good things and ways that people move on in time. If we did not we couldn’t function. Grief is crippling, I know. But time, love and friends help heal it little by little, let us never forgive that.