Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

A/N: This is what I think will happen on the fiteenth anniversary of the Final Battle.

Minerva McGonagall walked through the empty halls of Hogwarts. It was the fifteenth anniversary of the down fall of Voldemort, otherwise known as the Final Battle. The halls were empty due to many of the children being in Hogsmeade to enjoy the holiday.

Minerva stopped as she reached the last classroom on the top floor. Slowly, she opened the door and peaked in. In the back stood many familiar faces, all of them with dark looks upon their faces. Minerva smiled encouragingly at them, but none responded.

The first woman that Minerva saw was Hermione Weasley. Her long brown hair was as frizzy as ever, but her eyes no longer held the happiness they once did. Her features were no longer ones of an innocent child. Her eyes held pain and hatred. Her feautures were tainted and impure. But still she carried on, she didn't have much choice. She and Ron were married a few years after graduation. They had four children before Ron died two years ago in an Auror raid. A few remaining Death Eaters were located, and Theodore Nott was the one to kill Hermione's beloved husband.

Next to Hermione stood Harry Potter and his wife Luna. Harry had been crying, you could see it in the way his eyes glistened and his cheeks shined. He was looking at Minerva with a lost look on his face as if he still couldn't fanthom why so much blood had been shed to rid the world of evil. Next to him, Luna stood looking out the window. Her eyes were filled with an undescribably sadness. Her long, drity-blonde hair was pulled back into a knot, but strands fell down into her eyes. She brushed them away furociusly, as if trying to blame them for all the deaths.

Bill and Fleur Weasley were off to the side along with Fred and Angelina. Fleur was leaning against Bill who was holding her tightly and leaning against the wall. Fred sat open legged on the floor with Angelina in his lap. All of the Weasley's were crying, even Molly, who was sitting on one of the old, wooden chairs.

Remus stood next to Harry, his back against one of the old desks. He was holding Hestia as she cried into his chest. His eyes were wet with unshed tears, and Minerva knew that tonight a werewolf would be crying bitterly in Scotland.

And last, but definately not least, were Draco and Pansy Malfoy. Both had been spies for the light during the second wizarding world war. Draco was staring into the dark abyss of space while Pansy looked like she had a splitting headache. They were sitting nearest the window, and Pansy was even sitting on its sill. Minerva watched them for a moment before she began to speak.

"I know that none of you wish to be reminded of those you have lost," she began. If only Dumbledore was still here, he could make them smile,she thought. Then a wave of sadness overtook her at the thought of her old mentor and friend, "But this is a joyous occasion. It is a celebration of the day Voldemort was defeated."

"Of the day Ron died," Hermione interjected, yes Ron had died on the thirteenth anniversary of the Final Battle.

"Of the day Ginny died," Harry and Luna said simutaneously.

"Of the day Charlie died," Bill observed. Fleur squeezed his hand comfortingly.

"Of the day Gabrielle died," Fleur stated. It was true, Gabrielle had taken quite a liking to her brother in law, Charlie, and had died at his side in the battle.

"Of the day George and Percy died," Fred pointed out. A small tear left his eye.

"Of the day Katie died," Angelina continued, looking away at the mention of her best friend.

"Of the day Arthur died," Molly whispered before breaking down into sobs again.

"Of the day Peter died," Remus said, even thoguh he shouldn't care, Peter's death left him all alone.