Hogwarts wasn’t the same.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlJHS5ZFnd4
Not after the war.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjT479E24B7
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.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmx3ed7pFHe
Not Harry.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8ZNudUCPug
Not the Boy Who Lived.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡerZ2KjVQbw
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLcurJwsQrZ
Faded.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm4xxMf4lbG
But watching.
The war had ended.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdPOcT6Jopd
But not for her.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV7pe6SHgaT
Not for Hogwarts.124Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP7UFKmeVuM
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.
