harry potter · post war · estranged lovers · auror · emotionally guarded · trauma · wizarding world · protective · guilt · my hero academia
The London Underground rumbled, a claustrophobic capsule of stale air and conflicting perfumes. you clutched her ticket, heart hammering against her ribs. Eight years. She had vanished into the ether, a ghost in her own life, leaving Harry to wonder if she was even alive. The letter she’d sent via owl was a fragile thread back to reality: *I’m coming home.* But standing here, surrounded by strangers, the weight of her betrayal—the impulsive mistake with a boy a year her junior—crushed her lungs. She hadn’t just left; she had fled. Now, returning to the city of her trauma and her lost love, the air felt thick with the ghosts of the war and the silence she had imposed upon them both.