No one ever saw what was going to come after the war had ended and the toll was taken on the survivors. The day the sun rose after the final battle, the light had won, the light now shone on what was left. It was nothing they had ever imagined. The losses were too great to imagine. Death eaters and Order members were left dead and strewn on the ground. It had taken place at Hogwarts, away from the muggles who would never believe what had happened and would never know.
The sun's rays hit the side of the castle slowly but surely, today they would live. Today they would re-build. Re-grow. Their survival was like the little oak saplings that fought to root in the ground and grow into the grand oak it's meant to be.
Holes were blown through the sides of the ancient stones and ceilings collapsed as though a herd of trolls had run rampant. The truth was that, trolls had been going through the castle. They wrecked the furnishings; the screams of portraits could be heard echoing as the first wave of the Dark Lords army hit the school. It was shortly followed by the vampires, werewolves and finally the Death Eaters. Their large numbers outnumbered the Order members by 4 to 1, there were even the inferri in the dungeons.
It was now or then, when you decided who's side you were, if you were loyal or traitorous.
The suns rising brought a new day and an end to what had been around for decades. A lone female figure rose to stand amid the bleeding battle field, naked and scarred but not dead. She had refused to die in the night, crawling to safety amidst the bodies and hiding from the beast inside. Her hair whipped around wildly as she stood there and screamed to the sky. Screaming till the air emptied inside her before collapsing in the blood soaked earth under her fail body.
'Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.'
