Hogwarts wasn’t the same.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0483uZQX0V
Not after the war.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ78Q4Cl42ud
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.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7BVs0c1Dc1
Not Harry.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvY366d3MP9
Not the Boy Who Lived.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7BSeKeT4AS
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRMZ4Rje8Vw
Faded.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpxcgKgFJGK
But watching.
The war had ended.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡltC3Rvx7eU
But not for her.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiQ3THw5w4m
Not for Hogwarts.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtQT3nKZ7jT
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.
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