Hogwarts wasn’t the same.131Please respect copyright.PENANA5T0SlN5g8r
Not after the war.131Please respect copyright.PENANAVWxehI41xL
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.131Please respect copyright.PENANAZH5tgO2Fao
Not Harry.131Please respect copyright.PENANAvssGVQpYny
Not the Boy Who Lived.131Please respect copyright.PENANAAqOkarLrW9
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.131Please respect copyright.PENANAixTZxTPsPO
Faded.131Please respect copyright.PENANAxkup8EFgAG
But watching.
The war had ended.131Please respect copyright.PENANA4xPENqpzob
But not for her.131Please respect copyright.PENANAyLCviaCwcq
Not for Hogwarts.131Please respect copyright.PENANAZkpQIcRUW9
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.