Hogwarts wasn’t the same.95Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHvb2hyB7Br
Not after the war.95Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0fimQrqoju
Not after the screaming had stopped.
The stone walls still stood, but they whispered now — not Latin spells, but names. Names that echoed down the halls like the ghosts who carried them. Names of those who never left. Not really.
She walked between the ruins, seventeen and hollowed out, wearing a robe that didn't quite feel like hers anymore. Her fingers gripped a book like it was a shield. Not because it offered answers, but because it was the only thing that hadn’t fallen apart.
Some nights, she swore she could see him.95Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyORO5nhutu
Not Harry.95Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKsmuOXrP7Z
Not the Boy Who Lived.95Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBC7CiyDpDv
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.95Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjqi35aWjZE
Faded.95Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1jiUWsfe3z
But watching.
The war had ended.95Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPsSQFSa7Ja
But not for her.95Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrFjZnsdvh8
Not for Hogwarts.95Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGs0KrA9thK
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.
