Hey guys, this was written for a few challenges on HPFC. The details are below.
Gryffindor, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Slytherin... All that seemed pointless now. Amongst all the wreckage on Hogwarts grounds, the house that each body belonged to was indistinguishable from the next. Professor Minerva McGonagall could only shake her head at the waste of life, and they were all so young as well. She knew that there would be no respite from all of this for quite a while. Hogwarts had to close for repairs and families needed time to grieve. How could a victory that was highly sought after by so many be so hollow?
Minerva turned away from the shattered bowls that had once been filled with colorful gems. She spotted a flicker of cobalt down near the opposite wall and gently picked it up. The ancient counter was smooth and cool to the touch, and the headmistress couldn't help but mourn her students' loss of innocence hours earlier. So much blood shed, and for what?
Minerva kept the Ravenclaw counter in her hand as she continued her rounds of the school's corridors that night, encountering various staff and alumni along the way. Maybe someday these halls would be full of students and laughter once again, but for now there were people who needed her help.
Story Beginnings Challenge - Nov 26, #3
Wand Wood Competition - Fir
Latin Challenge - Pereo
One of Every Letter Challenge - P
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