Hogwarts wasn’t the same.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcK293R4mfv
Not after the war.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVDypfvmQbt
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.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5eGrFkNTG5
Not Harry.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0N1W00OHxY
Not the Boy Who Lived.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRKqLvUs5nw
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwerrGLkrDO
Faded.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiy13XSWfSn
But watching.
The war had ended.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE5KYXsZeJL
But not for her.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqpp11nR4MU
Not for Hogwarts.1244Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtY0GbzsP37
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.
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