After a large breakfast, the two walked to the old castle. In the untouched battle site, a plaque was erected to commemorate the bravery of Hogwarts students.
For all who stand before this site of tragedy,
remember. The Saviors of the Wizarding World.
Who defied all and saved all, by the death of
Tom Marvolo Riddle
They read it in solemn silence, as this was the first time they had ever seen the plaque, and wondered who had put it there. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry happened to glance a shadow, and well known shadow at that...
He had heard rumours of his spirit, but had never seen it himself. The shadow loitered around half hidden behind one of the many pillars supporting the once-immense courtyard. It faded the more Harry looked at it, so he walked towards it, cautiously at first, then in confident strides, until he stood at a respectful distance. He bowed down before the spirit and it said, "Help, will always be given at Hogwarts, to those who look for it..." And then faded into nothingness. Ginny walked up to Harry and put her arms round his shoulders. "I know what we do." Said Harry. "We have to look around the castle."
"What for?" Replied Ginny, uncertainly.
"I don't know."
The pair walked, hand in hand, into the old building and couldn't see any sign that people had tried to restore the brickwork. Or anything else, for that matter. They carefully strolled down the corridors they remembered so vividly, until they stopped, quite suddenly. The torches were lit. Not the magical ones in the third floor corridor, but ones Mr. Filch was always complaining about. (They would never light in the winter, or something). The second thing they noticed was the hurried footprints on the floor - leading to the dungeons. Two figures came out of the dungeon and locked the door, then, after a quick look around, disapparated away. Harry and Ginny tip-toed silently to the door and peered in...
"MUM!" Cried Ginny, and after several attempts at pulling and pushing frantically at the door, Harry pulled her away, sat her down gently, and blew it open. Molly, George, and Percy all came flooding out of the dungeon in to the relative bright light and everyone hugged everyone tightly and swore at their captors a lot.