A\N: Okay, so my muse deserted me. Therefore, I'm finishing it. Sorry, guys--I think my muses are organizing...oh, dang...
When Hogwarts was abandoned, the teachers could have sworn it wasn't real. They hadn't even seen the children leave! How could they have organized so quickly?
But one teacher saw it.
Minerva McGonagall stood at her office window, watching as the children poured, silently, through the hallways. She followed them into the grounds.
They went to Hogsmead, lead by Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasly. She smiled. She knew there was a reason she liked those children...
But what had shocked her hadn't been the silent crowd, the moonlit night, the subtle magic flowing from the moon and protecting them.
It had been the final two children.
Virginia Weasly and Draco Malfoy stood at the Hogsmead gates, hand in hand, looking back at her.
They were the leaders. They had organized this.
They were the ones He Who Must Not Be Named were after.
And they were only children.
Solemnly, she nodded. They smiled brilliantly at her, turning and running into Hogsmead, fairies flying home.
The next day she'd hummed to herself as she went about her work. She packed between classes, or when no students showed up. The few students who did, she offered the chance of a lift home.
Seven changed their minds about Hogwarts. Ten students, loyal or foolish, stayed.
When Minerva McGonagal saw the doorway of her home, she sighed.
It would be lonely without Hogwarts.
