Hogwarts wasn’t the same.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOdsRTxYZwy
Not after the war.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJF5LiEWVGE
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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOnYxowbGyr
Not Harry.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZp2fF9666B
Not the Boy Who Lived.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdNJWiZsoSl
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBnKtMWCreT
Faded.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcxKNXafnsg
But watching.
The war had ended.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCviUwpZbnI
But not for her.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTizfptV97f
Not for Hogwarts.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyi5PxLROKK
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.
