DISCLAIMER: I don't own Potter.
Little thought that popped into my head tonight. Its about the spot Fred died, and what it becomes years later.
Up To No Good.
The spot would have been unrecognisable if you didn't know what it was, and non of the students now walking the corridors of the school did. But there was one spot, down a piece of corridor and just around the corner from a long tapestry on the third floor which had become marked over the years with scrawls and the signs of many students.
A small piece of swamp marked this patch, a swamp which it was said had once sat on the fifth floor corridor, though over the years no-one could quite remember why that was, or how it had been moved. It was just one of the other oddities of Hogwarts, this little patch of swamp and the graffiti of years past to mark it. Most of it was unintelligible scribblings, and non of it meant anything to any of the students passing through those corridors now. In fact many just took it for granted and hardly noticed it, saw it as just another part of their strange school.
There was just one person left alive within the school who truly understood what this spot meant, what it had been, and this was the elderly Headmistress. She was at least 120, and had worked in the school for longer than most could remember, longer than lots of the students could remember back in their family lines. She was the only one who still visited the spot with love, still remembered why it was marked that way, and insisted on the current caretaker keeping it there rather than trying to remove the graffiti which covered the spot.
Proffessor Hermione Weasley could remember right back to her childhood in Hogwarts, before this place became so significant, and it was her who had requested that the swamp be moved to that spot, and had also helped with the enchantments to do so. It was her who still visited the spot and remembered, and thought back to a time long gone. It was she who would walk this spot, pass three times backwards and forwards before the tapestry and then enter into the room that would appear, to pay her respects still to those lost and to remember. And then she would leave, and walk onwards and around the corner to the new bit of wall, and the scribbles that covered it. And she would stand there and reflect and think, and often she would talk to him as well.
To many the unintelligible graffiti meant nothing, but to the current headmistress of Hogwarts one phrase always shone out above the others despite it being buried under years of other messages. For in broken scrawled writing, in the spot she had watched her husbands brother carve it so many years ago, were just ten words.
"I Solomly Swear That I Am Up To No Good"