Hogwarts lay in ruins. The roofs were completely gone and so many walls had crumbled, others barely remained with huge, gaping walls blasted into them, the top floors all sunken and bashed in by some extreme force. Windows had been blown out; even the courtyard had not been spared. The Quidditch field was gone entirely—she wouldn't have been surprised if it had been burned to the ground. Since the last battle that had taken place there, it had never been rebuilt and lay in neglect, in piles of rubble. The Gryffindor towers had fallen, their bases the only parts that remained, looking very much like melted candles that were down to their last days. There, she, Harry, and Ron had become close friends; there, they had celebrated the winning of House Cups, Quidditch wins...there, they had slept in the Common Rooms, too tired to trudge up the stairs to their dormitories, they had argued over assignments and snuck food, and talked to Dobby and discussed their problems.