Calls of greeting and normal start of the year type things were all quite. The subtle glances of the seventh years looking at empty seats where fallen classmates would have sat. Seats that would remain empty out of respect for the dead. That was my first year Welcoming Feast. Silence and mourning.
It was supposed to be a joyous feast. Coming back to the newly built school. The fear no longer being a constant threat. But there were people dead and the ministry's was still in shambles. No one would talk about this so called 'great war'. Only that Harry Potter defeated the so called 'dark lord' and that this so called 'Lysa Leftt' was going to lead the wizarding world into a new age of light.
I wanted to know the truth. I thought this as I walked the empty halls to my dormitory. The truth an elusive thing that when asked for, I was told I wasn't ready to hear it. That I was too young and should keep the innocence that I had. Or what I had left. I mean war will affect everyone, even eleven year olds.
A seventh year, that often carried a camera, knew my struggles and told me that if I really wanted to know to truth that I should look for Room of Requirements. He told me where it was and told me how to enter.
So there I was, standing in front of a the giant door that lead to the Room of Requirements. The answer that it gave me, the safehaven I was told to look in, was tapes. Black tapes, that said S.D.R. and directions of which ones to listen to first.
I put the first tape in the dusty old reorder. It went static for a moment before someone spoke. "Shut up guys." Someone shouted but was muffled, probably because there back was turned.
Someone clears their throat,"Erm, is this thing on?"
"Yes that's what the green light means, Harry." Said someone else patronizingly.
"Do, do they mean Harry as in Harry Potter?" I muttered.
"Err, yes. I knew that."
"No you didn't!" Shouted someone with a feminine tone and strong scottish accent.
"Anyway…" Continued yet another voice
"This is the story of how I died." Said Scottish voice.
"YOU. DIDN'T. DIE." Said the 'Anyway…' voice.
"Plus that's copyright to Disney." Piped in another person
"I know it is."
"Okay, Harry continue." The 'Anyway' voice prodded.
"Right… what am I supposed to be talking about anyway?" Harry questioned.
"How you defeated Volkswagen (lol) I mean Moldy, I mean voldy… I mean you-know-who!" The 'Anyway' voice reminded the confused savior.
"His name is Voldemort or you know, Tom." Harry said bluntly.
"I know. I'm just use to calling him something else."
"Well… the story...umm where should I start?"
"Alright maybe I should start."
"This is the story of how Harry died." The Scott said excitedly.
"You weren't suppose to start."
"I know." The Scott said still excited.
"I'm just going to start a new tape. Beginning with our backstories. We were important parts of the war."
The tape whirred and then stopped. What was that? That was the start to the truth?
