Hogwarts wasn’t the same.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVckA29TLEl
Not after the war.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeNlIRW9gD5
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.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡknSPDyavfL
Not Harry.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwIsvCmpQWn
Not the Boy Who Lived.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsLOBaU14Ft
The one who never should’ve come back.
A shadow with red eyes in the distance.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKl9cDeEIv4
Faded.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO4rhcqeCXn
But watching.
The war had ended.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgBIirsxavG
But not for her.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmr9uq3n3Es
Not for Hogwarts.1226Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmw8jC3Lgpk
Not for the story that was never supposed to be told.
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