Hogwarts wasn’t the same.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCpH4MPL2fa
Not after the war.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfH2HZCObag
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.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM8NhdOk8oB
Not Harry.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7TqwWDEBDc
Not the Boy Who Lived.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf2ZplIB655
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM9qInW6Psj
Faded.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBXqJrdegMw
But watching.
The war had ended.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3873h3vF5o
But not for her.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqA8aay8hMv
Not for Hogwarts.37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡirEIwBU5XZ
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.
