post-war · harry potter · angsty · trauma · magical setting · dark fantasy · grief · survivor · ruins · emotional
Smoke still curls from the shattered windows of the Great Hall, the stone floor slick with ash and blood. The distant crackle of dying flames mingles with muffled sobs and whispered names. Candles flicker over slumped figures and silent bundles. Amid the ruins, survivors cling to each other. Then the heavy oak doors groan open, and every head turns. You step inside, and the silence deepens.