Bertie was looking for inspiration. After recently spending two weeks in St Mungo's due to nasty magical bug alongside The Welsh Green Itch the Ravenclaw had exhausted his creative spectrum. With nothing to do by lay there Bertie had found himself writing crime novels, romance novels, novels about Hogwarts, novels about his friends, poems, plays about love, plays about crime, plays that could only exist in the imagination of Bertius Peter Nogard. The list was endless and now his mind was stuck. Frozen as though trapped in an icy Tundra where his imagination had been smothered by an avalanche. No matter how hard he tried to come up with something to write his mind was blank. For the first time Bertie was experiencing writers block.
After his final class of defence against the dark arts Bertie separated himself from the rest of the fourth year Ravenclaws and in stead of heading up to the common room decided to walk. He wasn't walking anywhere, merely following the direction that his feet took him on his search for inspiration.
After circling the third floor, going up to the fifth, past the music classroom then down a set of spiral stairs he'd never seen before Bertie found himself once again on the third floor landing. Then, something caught his eye. One of the double doors to the trophy room was open - wide open. Not that there was anything wrong with a wide open door but the Trophy Room was usually locked.
Taking the opportunity to have a look around the brown eyed boy swallowed then headed into the room. As he entered a flame ignited in a nearby torch besides the door, casting the room in an orange glow.
The windows were tall and narrow, set in deep arches meaning that the light from outside wasn't entering all that easily. Silver plates and golden trophy's were in a concealed in glass cases. Along the Walls were wooden shelves, each populated with shields and rewards. A suit of armour watched as Bertie made his way around the room.
There were awards for special services to the school, talisman's for students that had achieved top grades and an entire wall dedicated to the annual gobstones tournament with trophy's dating back as far as five hundred years. It was incredible how huge the room was. The blank canvas that was Bertie' mind had been splashed with colours of reds and greens, blues and yellows. The empty feeling inside his skull was gone and his mind was racing with thoughts.
This room was a Mark of Hogwarts' History. Students, most of whom were dead, had at one point been just like Bertie. Curious and keen. Some of the trophy owners would have gone on to great things, their first award at Hogwarts being a stepping stone before their Order Of Merlin. Back then, the first year who received the 'most promising transfiguration student' would have had no idea he would invent the self soaping sponge. It was amazing to Bertie, how time flew by, yet nothing really did change. People continued their way of lives as normal as though the entire world was trapped in a cycle, orbiting a certain way of life.
Walking further into the room the Ravenclaw finally reached the far wall. A large chimney breast with a grande fire place stood proudly at the heart. Around it, however, were plaques. From floor to ceiling there were gold and silver names plaques. Examining the one nearest to him his beady brown eyes read the inscription:
Pavarti Patil
Gryffindor Student
Survivor Of The Battle Of Hogwarts Where She Fought To Protect Her School.
2nd May 1998
It was almost a memorial for all the people who had fought in the legendary battle of Hogwarts over twenty years ago. That was before even Bertie was born, gosh, his Mum would have been a student then had she not been a squib.
Immediately Bertie began to search for his aunt and uncle's names, wondering if they had fought at the battle of Hogwarts.
Remus Lupin
Ex- Gryffindor Student
Ex- Defence Against Dark Arts Professor
Fallen Hero Of The Battle Of Hogwarts Where He Died Fighting To Protect His School Alongside His Wife Nymphadora.
May They Both Rest In Peace.
2nd May 1998
Bertie gulped. Besides Remus Lupin's plaque was a plaque for a Nymphadora Lupin. His wife. It was hard to believe there had once been at battle at Hogwarts, a gruesome battle so gruesome that people had plaques in honour of all those who died and survived in fighting to protect the school. They fought for the future generations. If it weren't for them Bertie probably wouldn't be stood there today, staring at the many names of those who sacrificed their lives or were willing to.