Hogwarts wasn’t the same.321Please respect copyright.PENANAW8S85rGtbH
Not after the war.321Please respect copyright.PENANA8nRcPA7oel
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.321Please respect copyright.PENANApPMhcWuoXU
Not Harry.321Please respect copyright.PENANAWFp2KFDCZX
Not the Boy Who Lived.321Please respect copyright.PENANApJtGAWTjqe
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.321Please respect copyright.PENANApeW8PfdFTA
Faded.321Please respect copyright.PENANA4edW7nS06D
But watching.
The war had ended.321Please respect copyright.PENANAowGcbOuQxi
But not for her.321Please respect copyright.PENANASYfwpOrU9h
Not for Hogwarts.321Please respect copyright.PENANAiTQ0D9rUKw
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.