This is my first HP FF so be nice
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Chapter 1
In the grounds of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry stood an obelisk, a black memorial to the second war hero's. Yet 200 year's after there death the names of these hero's are all but forgotten, they only ever seemed to appear in History of magic notes or on the lips of ghosts. Discussing how it was odd that the names of those who had not died that night were included on the obelisk. It was simple really if you had not died physically you died mentally, magically gradually becoming insane. For the survivors lost everything, their friends, their loved ones, their family, their belief and eventually their sanity.
This was soon to change; a huge feast was planned by the headmistress, to celebrate the 200th anniversary of the defeat of Voldemort. There would be readings from ghosts, from diaries, from archived newspapers, from medical records. For this headmistress's great, great, great, grandmother had died in the war, and her name had been Minerva McGonagall.
The celebrations have Begun