I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING TO DO WITH HARRY POTTER, THIS IS JUST A HOBBY!
A/N. Hello! Back again! This time get ready for the long haul! I hope to gift you all with a big fict (I hope!). Please bare with me as I will be writing it as I go along. This will be my first attempt at a time turner fict... ish... well yes it is hahah. So! At first it's cannon ish, then... Non cannon, then AU I guess hahah. Please enjoy this first chapter! Leave loads of reviews! Be nice!! I love reading all of your thoughts!!! Ok then... Lets get started!
The Game of What If
The halls were empty.
The corridors were empty.
The castle was empty. Well... Not completely, but nevertheless it all still felt empty.
There were a few that remained, from what was a long, sorrowful, war.
They had won. Good had won. Evil defeated. But at what cost? Too many sacrifices made for the ominous phrase "The Greater Good".
Yes the war had been won, but all that were left of the survivors were just shells.
Shells of hero's.
The sparks gone.
The fight gone.
All hope? Gone.
The rebuild of the castle was long and strenuous. Everyone was tired, everyone was unmotivated and everyone was still mourning. Every single witch and wizard lost someone close to them, be it related or not, to the 'Greater good'.
However the minestry painted a bright happy picture over theese, now lost, survivors, labelling them all as heros. However they didn't feel like hero's, they were just pawns in the big game of chess controlled by Dumbledore and Voldemort.
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McGonagall sat as new Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She sat in the same office all the other head teachers had after all the past years. But it wasn't the same, she thought the title would be bestowed upon herself upon happy circumstances. However it was the complete opposite, there was no joy and novelty to it all now. There was an air of melancholy that covered the castle and engulfed the survivors within.
Her eyes scanned across her new office. But she knew that it would never really be her office in her eyes.
"You know Minerva, I find that sweets usually help lift a down mood. Or talking to an old friend?"
She sighed, "Oh Albus, I wish it were that simple. Things are not how they were, and honestly Albus? It's scary feeling so empty. You can feel it, I'm cirtain the castle can feel it too, the positive, optimistic Hogwarts is turning, cold, dark... and empty." She could feel her head fill with heaviness and rested her hands on her cheeks.
"But Minerva, We won..."
Her head whipped around to stare at the twinkly eyed wizard, sitting in his portrait. "BUT AT WHAT COST ALBUS?!" All the emotion that she had been holding back for so long, was now crumbling at the seams. "We lost too many good wizards Albus, for just one evil one to fall... For some that never even got a proper chance to tell their story."
"Severus." The old wizard replied.
"Yes. Belive it or not I miss that misery guts." She sighed. "I wonder what the war would of been like if we knew what was going to happen? What if some of those lives could of been saved?" Minerva got up to leave contemplating those scenarios.
"What if indeed Minerva."
She hummed in agreement before leaving the office, not noticing that Albus had also left his portrait.