Hogwarts wasn’t the same.494Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3dm6vJoG18
Not after the war.494Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfbb9tgh83p
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.494Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpzzf7c03xr
Not Harry.494Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmRdvoqE7Om
Not the Boy Who Lived.494Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMw0WB0ZUwQ
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.494Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbuPfXvUZx5
Faded.494Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdEy0hRZtpG
But watching.
The war had ended.494Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo0F5GasEvj
But not for her.494Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFZ2nhwUni0
Not for Hogwarts.494Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2miqTXaRgD
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.
