Prompt - Hollow
The skeleton of Hogwarts looms above Padma, an open dollhouse revealing rooms smashed into one, staircases snapped in half, broken dolls lying where they fell. Around her people move wearily over the scorched grass, clearing bricks and broken glass without making a difference.
A burning, helpless fury is straining the seams of Padma's body, making her want to stamp her feet and wail like she's a child again and doing so will bring over Mother who can fix anything. This can't be fixed though, and so she doesn't know what to do with herself.
Hannah comes up beside her and takes one of her clenched fists in warm hands, rubbing along her knuckles until some of the tension leaks out of her.
"We'll rebuild," she says, linking their fingers together. "We've still got each other, and that's the only thing that can't be replaced."
"Hundreds of years of magic destroyed in one day," Padma says hollowly. "The people who built this place were the finest witches and wizards in history, and the records are almost definitely destroyed. How can that be rebuilt?"
"They taught us well."
Padma looks at Hannah, takes in the hard set of her jaw, the blazing determination in her normally mild eyes. Despite herself, she feels the stirrings of hope.
"Do you really think so?"
With a strength Padma admires above all else, Hannah manages a smile.
"I really do."