So I don't own HP,cause if I did...you know...Anyway this is my take on something which we could never forget:the pain of parents who lost their kids to that very last battle.
If you still look through the walls,between the tapestries and the school in general you might spot the things which weren't fixed. Some unnoticed burns pheraps,some empty spaces,holes here and there,something that should look fine,and know it.…You could hear the screams of those who fell,the blasts,the spells left and right and the smell of death. There's blood on the walls and the floor,even if it was wiped away you would know where to look if you were there,if you witnessed it,if that night was yours too. You'd hear the loud screams of mothers,mothers and fathers who lost their kids,who had just started to live,who they feel were far braver than them. Take a look at Dumbledore's grave and you'll see a statue not so far,where there are names ,and ages…which have stayed the same since they were put there. Dead can't talk,but have lots of words left unsaid,and dreams they never fullfilled or at last not on their own. You'll know if you were there on that fateful night.