To the impractical eye of a muggle, Hogwarts was nothing more than a crumbling warehouse, desolate, with absolutely no signs of life. Little would this muggle know, that a fight was breaking out in the grounds of the unseen castle. Not a little scuffle, as you would have thought, as it was coming from a school, but a full on battle, the final crescendo of a war.
A war that if lost, would destroy everything. Everything you know to be true, everyone you know, and life as you have always known. This muggle would have been blissfully unaware of everything. Oblivious to the fact that this war of blood had been going on longer than they have ever lived. Oblivious to the fact that this war would cost them everything if won by the wrong side. The side that didn't like muggles and muggleborns. The Deatheaters.
No, this war must been won by the right side, the good side. The side that were, as the battle stood currently, clearly losing. In more ways than one, and the heavy casualties they had sustained weren't helping. Students dying, for their people, as well as the people who would never know of their losses. Dying to protect something, their school, their families, and their rights to freedom.
The muggles would never know what would go down that night. But the wizards would, whispered down to each generation, but unlike last time, it was with no more fear when parents told their children about the wars that had started over the purity-and in many cases impurity- of blood, and the idea that one man had of living forever.
But they were protected, they were saved. Specifically, Harry Potter had saved them. The boy who lived, the one who'd stopped You-Know-Who countless times before, had stopped him for good. Wizards and witches would remember his name; and this was in fact, the only way to live forever. To be remembered by others.
And they were remembered. Everyone who had gone down fighting, people who'd died for each other. Everyone who had fought, who fought with valour. Everyone.
History being written in that school, which had once been a place for magic, considered the only safe place left, the place that had become a battlefield.
And the muggles were, and still are, as oblivious as ever.