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Imagine

Imagine Hogwarts after the battle.

But imagine Hogwarts' students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.

Imagine a tiny little first year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whome Fiendfyre comes easily. The second year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing curse. The third year who perfectly brewd poisons, hands shaking, wishing for tye courage to spike the Carrows' cups. The fourth year who throws away all of their teacups, their palamistry guide books, because what use is Divination if it didnt see this coming? The fifth year who can barely remember what OWLs are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. the sixth year who cant manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix's.

Imagine the seventh year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first years who will fall asleep in the history of magic while their story is told.

Imagine the muggle-born first years left alive, if there are any. Imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was the Death Eaters and being tortured.

Imagine the students who went home to their parents and showed them what they had learned: Dark Curses, hexes, Unforgivables; that muggles are filth, animals.Who, still cant tranfigure a match into a needle - but mum, theres a hex that can make you feelas though you're being stabbed with thousands.

Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as a home.

Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again - the lack of muggle borns, blood traitors, hald bloods, dead and gone - the lack of pure bloods. the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgivables.

Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.

Imagine a student who cant walk past a certain classroom, who cant walk into the Great Haal, who cant walk through the hallway without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the schoo-wide discovery that the carriages arent horseless anymore. that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.

Imagine memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes - in every other corner, hallway, classroom, every other step you take on the grounds.

Imagine the students destroying Snape's Portrait, using the curses, the hexes even Feindfyre they've been taught to weild. It has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi permenantly. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct)

Imagine the students unable to trust each other - everyone informed on everyone. Your best friend can turn you in.

Imagine the guilt that everyone carries. (It should have been me. Its my fault s/he is dead. I told on them. Its all my fault.), the students incapable of meeting each other's syes because its my fault your your best friend, your sibling, your housemate, you boy/girlfriend is dead.

Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self snapped wands of the living.

Imagine the students who are never able to produce a patronus.

Imagine the Boggarts being removed from the cirriculum Riddikkulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth and the seven years. Because their friends and their families dead will never, ever be funny.

Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.

Imagine the students who leave the wixen world - hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because theres nothing left for me there.

Imagine the students who never use magic again.