Hogwarts wasn’t the same.1242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM27wLRnpFO
Not after the war.1242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9G9f9W9BO2
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.1242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkIIpkxzaQh
Not Harry.1242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv4VKqEo0Ui
Not the Boy Who Lived.1242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSVbVbQTJeK
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.1242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkIr41mYMzS
Faded.1242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH9jVqgeI3K
But watching.
The war had ended.1242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡloUxE91Z48
But not for her.1242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx0hLBd2B5T
Not for Hogwarts.1242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTXRtRl03w8
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.
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