Hogwarts wasn’t the same.100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXdQ9CVsBIN
Not after the war.100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7wJBMMclmZ
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.100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7YRNOmGh7l
Not Harry.100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAFEU0z4iwy
Not the Boy Who Lived.100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqbglO7kRTD
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO9NIldBv6I
Faded.100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNKar3eV3Ez
But watching.
The war had ended.100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvXIo9ejvsO
But not for her.100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVOvFBhrvdS
Not for Hogwarts.100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvfCta3rNRO
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.
