Tattered black cloak swirling behind him, Harry was silent as he walked through the ruins of Hogwarts’ main courtyard. He felt a small shiver as the feeling of passing under a cold shower washed over him, the only tell-tale sign that he had passed through what remained of the wards. Or was that just the rain finally getting to him? Harry remembered being in the courtyard, fighting side by side with Ron and Hermione as they tried to get to the Shrieking Shack where they knew Voldemort and Nagini had been hiding. It was in the courtyard where most of the fighting had taken place. Strangely enough, though the bodies of the fallen defenders had long since gone, the remnants of where people fell remained. Bloodstains on the walls and ground looked as fresh as if they had been spilt just yesterday in spite of the harsh weather. Voldemort probably cast a spell to preserve the aftermath of his greatest victory, thought Harry numbly. The courtyard’s fall had only been the beginning of the end.