Harry looked out over the battlefield. Of all the things he had ever witnessed, this was the worst. Of all the times facing Voldemort, this was the most devastating, even though he did not bodily bear it's burden.
What hurt the most was what was happening on the battlefield below and what had happened on those before.
After Harry had graduated, he had begun the campaign against Voldemort, determined to rid the world of his evil. He hadn't dreamed that he would begin a war that has lasted five years and was still not over.
This was the last battle. It was the last battle, because Harry had come to a decision, one that would drastically change the course of the war, no matter how much he dreaded doing it. So, Harry had come to this hill to think it over and make sure that his was the right think to do. Looking down, he knew that it was. The whole wizarding world fought in this battle. Families turned against each other for split loyalties. His friends had all died in the course of the war except for Hermione. Harry was therefore alone. It was time to put an end to this. I was time to turn himself in and fight against Voldemort wand to wand.
Harry disapparated to Hogwarts.
Harry apparated onto a field just outside of Hogwarts. From a distance he could see the magnificent castle rising up from the hills. The castle no longer gave off an air of welcome, but that of caution, which surprise him as he was expecting the gloomy atmosphere of evil to surround it as Voldemort had taken it a year ago.
Cautiously, the young man made his way to the main entrance of the castle. A murmur of voices came from within and Harry got the shock of his life as he opened the doors.
Walking every which way, students darted, books in their arms and chatting with friends, on their way to class. Harry was shocked. The school hadn't been running since Voldemort's take over, why were there laughing students?
Quickly, Harry stopped a group of students, surprised to note that they were Ravenclaws.
"Who is the headmaster?" He asked them. The boys looked at him as though he'd lost his mind.
"Why, Professor Granger of course!"
"Granger?" Harry exclaimed. "If you would excuse me, I need to talk to her immediately." He said and headed for the headmaster's office. He didn't hear the quiet question behind him: "Her?"
The way to the large gargoyle was so familiar, that Harry didn't pay attention to where his feet were carrying him. As he came to his destination, he stopped and realized, that he did not know the password. It wasn't like it was by Dumbledore, where he could guess the password. Knowing Hermione, it would be a password which no one would be able to guess at.
Casually leaning against the wall, Harry decided to wait. He didn't know how long he had been waiting when a young man came his way and stopped before the gargoyle. All he knew, was that the cold had seeped through the walls and had imbedded itself in his bones.
"May I help you?" The young man asked him.
"Yes, I would like to speak with Professor Granger. It is important." Harry told him.
"Please, follow me." The young man said before he turned toward the gargoyle and muttered the password.
Soon they were in the office which saw totally different from the last time he had been in there, about 2 years before. One great difference was that the portraits of the headmasters no longer hung on the walls.
"Where are all the portraits?" he asked the young man who seemed startled at the question.
"Not many people know that at the time of Dumbledore, the walls were covered with these portraits. Unfortunately, they did not survive Voldemort's time here." HE said sadly. "Who are you? You are no pupil at this school."
Now it was Harry's turn to be surprised. "Of course I am not a pupil, I have been fighting in the war these past five years."
"War? Which war? There hasn't been a war for 20 years."
"Are you kidding me? Who are you and what is going on here?" Harry demanded irritated.
"My name is James Granger, headmaster of this school, I must insist you introduce yourself likewise."
"I am Harry Potter and I want some answers."
"Harry Potter? You can't be, Potter knows that he is not welcome within these walls."
"Huh? Why is that?" Harry asked, truly puzzled.
"I do not allow dark lords to endanger my pupils."
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