Khaat's father had asked her to undertake making a place of peace, a memorial to those who had fallen in the battle of Hogwarts. She had spent hours pouring over designs and plans and ideas on how to create something lasting. A place of simplicity, sanctuary, and remembrance.
And so, once it had been designed, she had come up with a plan. She took the plans to her father, had him approve them, got herbologists and wizards to help her construct it, and then participated in constructing it.
She had selected and had purchased a plot of land on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, towards the school. It was huge, dense forest. Many acres. She had bought the forest with Ministry funding, with her father's approval and she had named it the Forest of Solace. Within it, she had placed the Garden of Solace. She had had the staff that were helping her to carve out a clearing right in the heart of the forest for the garden, so that sunlight and starlight could break through the dense darkness of the forest. It was, symbolically, hope. The light that could break through the darkness to shine when all else around it is utter darkness.
And right in the center of that, she had put a beautiful gazebo, sculpted out of a rare, enchanted marble. The stone was glistening white, but it shone with an opalescent sheen. It had a domed roof that had a gorgeous stained glass skylight in it. Her mother had made the skylight, each place cut lovingly by hand. The image of the skylight was a spiral of beautiful doves, flying with olive branches in their mouths. There was one dove for each of the fallen, and they were flying towards a brilliant shining sun in the center.
Right below there was an alabaster pensieve. The pensieve was enchanted and was designed to receive only positive memories of those who had fallen so that others could look and watch and listen and remember those who had fallen in a way that they would want to be remembered.
Radiating out from the gazebo was a white stone spiral pathway. Along the pathway were beautiful flowering trees--one for every person who had fallen, with a bronze plaque in memory of the person the tree had been planted to honor. Each side of the path was lined with flowers, beautiful shrubs, and hand carved benches of dark wood scattered all along the path where people could pause and sit and reflect. The back of each bench had an unbreakable stained glass insert that had a beautiful peaceful scene on it. There were sea scenes, gardens, meadows, and all sorts of tranquil scenes imbedded in the scenes that were on the benches. When the sunlight shined through the scenes on the benches shined through onto the path, making the white stone shine with peaceful images.
And then she had added soft magical lights all along the winding path and in the gazebo that would light magically at sunset and turn off at sunrise so that no matter when someone wanted to come and remember, day or night, it would be available.
The last she had done was to ask her father to layer protection spells around it, to protect it from anyone who would try to do it harm, to desecrate the garden and what it stood for.
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