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A/N: This quote got requested ages ago, by amsii, but I kept rewriting it xD

Title: Battle Scars
Genre: Uhm... no clue xD
Rating: K+
Warning: Slight AU.
Pairing/Character: Rose/Scorpius
Word Count: 590

I walked through the open gates, taking in the sight of the ruined Hogwarts castle. I gripped Scorpius's hand as we stepped towards the building in awed, sad silence. Before we had even reached the castle, the stench of dried blood and death hit my nose and I scrunched it up, the smell making me want to gag. But still, I felt a sense of peace.

Finally we reached the castle and it was time to explore. My fingers trailed alone the uneven stone walls, some of which were knocked in and had fallen apart. Blood splattered the walls and the floor, dry for a very long time, staining what could once be called a beauty.

"Rose," Scorpius said uneasily, but I shushed him, wanting to experience what was left of the castle in all it's glory.

After the war, the school was broken beyond repair, and so kids were shipped off to Wales or Ireland to attend Wizarding schools there. It was hard on everyone, or so I'd heard. And, as I wrapped my hand around the banister, lifting my feet up the stairs, I understood why the destruction of the school was such a blow. It was so beautiful, even when half-knocked down, and I could imagine the castle in all it's glory. It must have looked amazing.

Scorpius and I walked through the halls, jumping over broken floorboards and holes in the stairs. Scorpius seemed on edge, nervous, eager to leave, but I loved it. The castle held such power and magnificence, holding dignity even in such states. It created an aura of safety and protection, even though one wrong step could send you falling to your end.

"Rose," Scorpius said quietly from behind me as I pushed open an intact door to a classroom. "Why did you bring me here? Or, perhaps a better question – what did you come here for, anyway?"

I looked back at my boyfriend, hand brushing away the dust on a student's desk. I smiled a sad smile and pulled my attention back to the desk, writing my name in the dust. "I love old things. They make me feel sad."

Scorpius's confusion was obvious, even without looking at him. As I walked forward, stepping over broken desks and running my fingers along the ones that still stood, he asked, "What's good about sad?"

I laughed lightly at his question, crouching down to examine a strange object in a jar. It was a purple goo that bounced around, still full of life. Scorpius leant against the wall beside me, waiting for an answer. Picking the jar up into my hands, I spared him a glance and a smile as I said, "It's happy for deep people."

"Well, deep people are crazy, then. Can we go? Please?"

I huffed, put the jar back on the shelf, and stood up. Crossing my arms, I looked at him pointedly. "We are going nowhere. You can leave, but I'm staying. This place is so beautiful."

"More like creepy."

"Shut up, Mister. We can talk later." I raised myself onto tiptoes and kissed Scorpius on the cheek. "Go." He frowned, but apparated anyway.

As I left that classroom and walked along the halls, I hugged myself as if trying to contain my excitement. This place was amazing.

"What did you come here for, anyway?" ~ "I love old things. They make me feel sad." ~ "What's good about sad?" ~ "It's happy for deep people." - Doctor Who.

A/N: Sorry about the crappy ending.

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