Hogwarts wasn’t the same.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7ZxQoVPSQC
Not after the war.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTEIJlAbDpe
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.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxE6VJBxIrU
Not Harry.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFbbD9hl0O3
Not the Boy Who Lived.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG8zAh9D9Cx
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV8DvERNomS
Faded.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLTmIp5cFTP
But watching.
The war had ended.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeYp4LP28lJ
But not for her.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSWd5UYi4GQ
Not for Hogwarts.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7WX8Fcs8is
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.
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