Hi everyone! This is my first ever submission and my first time writing any kind of fan fiction. I got into a creative mood so I thought, why not? This takes places after the Battle of Hogwarts as Harry remembers certain aspects of his time at school, before he fought the Dark Lord. I hope you like it! Please feel free to leave feedback, thanks so much! :)
Even though the battle ended almost a year ago, Harry never forgot a single detail of the ordeal. Despite everything that happened, from the numerous deaths of his loved ones to the destruction of the castle to the pinnacle moment of defeating The Dark Lord Voldemort, his mind never complicated or jumbled any of his thoughts. A blessing and a curse, he knew, because although he never forgot the details, it was those same details that plagued him. They played with his mind and kept him from finding closure. Perhaps that's why he returned to the school so frequently; to walk the familiar halls that he once traveled as a student, when life seemed all the more simpler.
The newly repaired corridors looked exactly as they had looked the first time he laid eyes on them; the massive hallways were huge. He remembered that they seemed to envelope the entire group of first years that both anxiously and excitedly scurried off the boats his first night at the castle when Professor McGonagall met them at the doors to the Great Hall. Professor McGonagall, he thought, in his situation would never be reeling as much as he was. She was strong, Professor McGonagall. She didn't take any lip off of anyone, no matter who they were. He thought about the several times she stood up to Umbridge his 5th year and how she, in Dumbledore's absence, held the school together.
Harry could recall one time specifically when McGonagall had reached her breaking point and almost cursed her; Umbridge was yet again interrogating the various teachers and had found some sort of rare, and apparently dangerous, Mongolian root hidden deep inside Professor Sprout's apron pocket. Deeming it a threat to the school and a clear sign of Professor Sprout's inability to safely continue educating the young generation of witches and wizards, not only did she threaten to fire the poor woman, but personally see to her incarceration in Azkaban Prison as well. As it turns out, she was asked to grow the root as a favor of Madame Pomphrey to cure some second years who had accidentally overdosed on some Weasley Products. There was no real danger at all if they were handled correctly, as Professor Sprout always made sure to do, but Umbridge would not have any of it. As Umbridge was introducing yet another updated list of school rules to the student body, a furious McGonagall threw open the doors to the Great Hall, stormed straight down the center aisle, and strode right up to where Umbridge was standing. Neither woman flinched as they stared each other in the eyes. That is, not until McGonagall spoke with more than a hint of sarcasm. "My dear Dolores, it is at times like these when I wish casting unforgivable curses could, in fact, be pardonable." She then calmly placed a piece of the root onto the podium before her, turned, marched down the center aisle, and strutted back out the giant wooden double doors. The entire room was silent, with the jaws of both the students, professors and Umbridge practically on the hall floor below them.
Yay! So that's it for now unless you all would like to read more. I have a couple more ideas in my head for other memories, but please let me know what you think :)