I still remember all those centuries ago when my beloved four founders built me I stood high and tall in the clear blue sky away from prying eyes. I have seen the betrayal of friendship, Salazar Slytherin building the chamber of secrets with a monster hidden in the walls of the castle. Many powerful Witches and Wizards have passed through these halls for good or evil. When the four great houses divided then untied on that fateful night. Nothing compares to what I saw on May 2nd of 1998, Hallways that were once filled with laughter and magic of children are now filled with bloodstained silence and young innocent children who had to grow up way too fast laying ghost-like on the floor. I was built tall and strong on the hills of Scotland but now I am broken, I know I will be OK because healing does not happen in one night. I know one day I will hear the sound of children's laughter and magic in the halls, and teachers will stop looking at each other guilty in the faces wondering if there was more they could have done to protect the students here at Hogwarts. The ones that have fought and lived will stop having nightmares and feel guilty for living. I know one day when the survivors pass away and the students just remember May 2nd as a date, some will get it wrong on the exams but I will remember as the day I was rebuilt and lives changed forever.