Hogwarts wasn’t the same.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5j0xmmFvuv
Not after the war.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxTX78RcKqv
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.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcMTODUJFjd
Not Harry.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡipkzRrXT93
Not the Boy Who Lived.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Eg1pTF2YS
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡexUlktHPWN
Faded.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaTnsV1rTeU
But watching.
The war had ended.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3oC0BWh5dx
But not for her.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRjHgsYyyGX
Not for Hogwarts.133Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwL6kplYyww
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.
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