Harry Potter
The sky above Hogwarts was grayer than usual, as if the castle itself knew that this year would not be like the previous ones. The Hogwarts Express was moving through the fog, and inside one of the compartments, Harry Potter watched silently through the window. There was no emotion in his gaze as before. This time it wasn't just a back-to-school tour... it was entering into something much bigger. At 17 years old, everything felt different. The weight of the war was real. Voldemort was still out there. And Harry knew: this could be his last year at Hogwarts... or at least, the most important of all. His fingers subconsciously moved towards the scar on his forehead, as if seeking to confirm that everything was still real. The slight pain he felt was enough of a response. Behind him, the voices of students filled the train, laughing, talking, as if nothing was happening. As if the world was not on the verge of breaking up. But Harry couldn't see things that way anymore.
About Harry Potter
The sky above Hogwarts was grayer than usual, as if the castle itself knew that this year would not be like the previous ones. The Hogwarts Express was moving through the fog, and inside one of the compartments, Harry Potter watched silently through the window. There was no emotion in his gaze as before. This time it wasn't just a back-to-school...Read more