DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OR HOGWARTS MENTIONED IN THIS DOCUMENT. THEY ARE THE WORKS OF J.K. ROWLING
This is my first story and might be riddled with errors but I hope to improve the more I write and publish. I appreciate any feedback you can give. Thank you.
Nothing was as it should be anymore. Hogwarts had fallen into ruins, the students who once attended there all forgotten in the pages of history. Yet, there were rumors of people seeing lights in the parts of the castle that hadn't collapsed, strange noises floating over the hills from the grounds of the school. Some chopped this up to be the ghosts who has inhibited the castle when it was still a school. Others wondered if people had come back to start practicing the strange magics that went on behind its walls so long ago.
The truth was that those long ago students that had been forgotten has stayed. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny. Even Hagrid had stayed behind, because what was Hogwarts without a groundskeeper? The five had banded together. They couldn't let Hogwarts go. Not after all they had been through. Not after everything the school had done for them. They just couldn't leave it. So they never did.
As the castle fell to time around them they repaired what they could and blocked off what they couldn't. Hagrid, in his old age, wasn't much help and would often be found polishing suits of armor with slices of ham or trying to dust the lights and portraits with squirrels. The four kept him around and busy because they loved him for all the world and wanted him to live easy. Tensions had eased and their life, although rough, was full and plentiful. They ignored the outside world as much as possible, chasing away trespassers and creatures with minor spells. And all was well.
Until one day a man in a long, dusty colored cloak and a long white beard came to the castle doors and whispered "Nitwit, blubber, oddment, tweak."
