Hogwarts wasn’t the same.1220Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhhB9qmI9J2
Not after the war.1220Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmKJPaGcMud
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.1220Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSOlytSuTph
Not Harry.1220Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6FbI6EBaTJ
Not the Boy Who Lived.1220Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6QLq6wUxBy
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.1220Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbun5MvM2dY
Faded.1220Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeKXrzp8JXL
But watching.
The war had ended.1220Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgkn8Ts5d2E
But not for her.1220Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwEeWvYV7J6
Not for Hogwarts.1220Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlq0qJpBgvd
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.
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