I'm considering writing a sequel to Destiny of a Savior, I have the idea. I'm just afraid I'll draw it out too far, that maybe I just should leave it as it is
Nevermind, enjoy
When Hogwarts was built many, many years ago the founders thought they had built something that would last forever. Ghosts that had roamed the earth for much longer knew this wasn't true. They had also thought that what they built would last forever and it hadn't. Sometimes this had been their own faults, sometimes it had simply been the passing of time that had diminished them to nothing.
The roman empire hadn't lasted, Atlantis hadn't lasted and neither had much else. These ghosts had become so indifferent to the passing of the time and the destruction of beauty that when the battle of Hogwarts took place they merely watched and sighed. Did it surprise them that Hogwarts remained? No. They had seen victories before and they were temporary, something else would come along and swallow everything eventually.
This was true for Hogwarts as well. Maybe it stood a hundred, a thousand or a million years after the battle, the ghost didn't keep track of time, but eventually Hogwarts too disappeared. Most of these ghosts didn't hold much alliance to the place and they wandered on to a different thing that would not last.
As the castle laid in ashes all ghosts but one left. This one ghost stayed with Hogwarts, what was left of it, and mourned what it once had been. Of all the ghosts that had been watching her he was the only one who had still felt allegiance to her. He couldn't say he recalled what that allegiance had been. Time even destroys ghosts, making them forget what they once had been. He remembered she was something he held very dearly, but that was all, a vague feeling that he recognized somewhat. He felt very young, as if he had died but the child.
Then the last signs of Hogwarts disappeared. As time passed, maybe another hundred or thousand years later, the last signs of Hogwarts had vanished. The last rock was removed, the last foundation was covered with moss and grass and the castle was gone from memory, never to be uncovered by mortal man, if the race still existed. The ghost sighed deeply, or something that resembled it.
He decided that since no sign of Hogwarts was left it was time for him too to leave the place behind. He was hesitant though. Whenever he did an effort to leave the place seemed to ask him to stay. To give her warmth the way she had given him when he was cast from home.
His ethereal body nestled in the grass where the great hall had once been. He felt warm, he felt like he could see the candles, feel the warmth, the chatter from the students. An old and warm voice addressing those sitting there, he missed that voice, it made him so sad. He felt like eleven years old and at the same time so grieved.
He knew he had ruined it for himself, hatred and irrationality had ruined the time he had spent at that place. He wished dearly he had done everything differently. It was nothing he could truly grasp, there was just a wish to do everything differently. Had he maybe the candles would be burning still, elsewhere, with others who had sat in that great hall. But he hadn't.
Hogwarts didn't care about the mistakes he had made, she welcomed him equally warmly as anyone else and he felt connected to her in a way he never had before now that they both had seized to exist.
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