Hogwarts wasn’t the same.1235Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8x1XbSUqdX
Not after the war.1235Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMIs9Rew5R6
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.1235Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡap3IJitpnQ
Not Harry.1235Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9eMCr1KeA6
Not the Boy Who Lived.1235Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqGgjBdDi0T
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.1235Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQeYpJTHXGa
Faded.1235Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyxZN2kLbNZ
But watching.
The war had ended.1235Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo4BDbBg4zv
But not for her.1235Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQkzbrU9Mzp
Not for Hogwarts.1235Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVSm1JkZ8IM
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.
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