Looking around, I could tell there were scars. Walls had fallen, and there were bloodstains on the floor. I could feel the uneasy tenor of a building about to fall, collapsing from the inside out.
Hogwarts had suffered through the ages. It started out innocently enough, in the beginning. All that learning in one building seemed almost too much for the young castle. And yet, it survived. It survived through the years of witch hunts. It survived through the ages of discriminating witches and wizards. It survived poor students, rich students, arrogant students, suicidal students, lack of students and too many students. It had even survived mean spirited headmasters and evil headmistresses.
Hogwarts held many secrets, that much was true. Hogwarts saw all and knew all that went on inside it's grounds. No one would have guessed the Chamber of Secrets was real, that there was a Room of Requirement, or that it had as more secret passageways than there were houses. It was spectacular. It was profound. It was magical. It was almost as if it could think for itself.
It was all that, and more. It was home to two boys, two and a half generations apart. They both were orphans, and they both grew to be men. When they were men, they would decide the future of the whole wizarding world. Hogwarts had fostered both of them, one good, one evil, and that was a heavy blow. No one would have thought… No one could have thought… No one could have dreamed about the scars those men would leave on the magical community. Man and woman, elder and child, all scarred through the two orphan boys of Hogwarts…