Hogwarts wasn’t the same.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8djXVyzdrr
Not after the war.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEp0Hb1DWzM
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.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBneI9J4iUd
Not Harry.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDx8kx7DmOv
Not the Boy Who Lived.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBMuyW7KkF3
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOdroDpdkZp
Faded.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9S8aua5Stl
But watching.
The war had ended.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡquIJy0R9JI
But not for her.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGguAgzEsfE
Not for Hogwarts.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOUBJ8Oznof
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.
