Hogwarts wasn’t the same.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZn4Xo0APHJ
Not after the war.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYhv5OA3cg1
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.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPeYwQsEKsd
Not Harry.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3RWtuVgF2y
Not the Boy Who Lived.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3W8cgHOvRm
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdDLuzSi1Iy
Faded.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK1JlQOMnNd
But watching.
The war had ended.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWWbBMqoDul
But not for her.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRq4FhDyMhr
Not for Hogwarts.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFzeeE4YmDs
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.
