Hogwarts wasn’t the same.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtE8mFVT8jk
Not after the war.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡirTfIz54uT
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.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrz6kDIr9Xn
Not Harry.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNX4wqsmttm
Not the Boy Who Lived.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcYHA5FFwFk
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzuk8Mm2NdB
Faded.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdSwOP7Z45B
But watching.
The war had ended.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEfxYvQI5Pt
But not for her.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXwczw0O5kT
Not for Hogwarts.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjdTq3QOBlF
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.
and then Add to home screen.