CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Does it look like anyone here is even remotely okay?"
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Y/N POV
Days passed, then weeks. The whole wizarding world was trapped in mourning. The once lively corridors were now filled with silence, only broken by the occasional quiet whisper. People drifted through the halls like shadows, lost in their thoughts. The vibrant life of Hogwarts had faded, replaced by grief and a weight that seemed unbearable.
Albums Dumbledore was dead.
I made my way to the girls' lavatory, my steps echoing against the stone floors. The moment I stepped in front of the large, ornate mirror, I froze. My reflection was unrecognizable. My disheveled hair hung limp around my face, barely concealing the dark circles under my eyes. Tear streaks ran down my cheeks, still fresh. My once bright eyes were dull, lifeless. I couldn't see myself anymore — only a ghost of the girl I used to be.
For five long seconds, I stared at the person in the mirror, a stranger whose parents had become Death Eaters.
A girl who stood by and did nothing.
Then, I couldn't look anymore. I turned sharply and left without a second glance. I couldn't bear to face the truth.
As I walked, my thoughts drifted back to first year, when life was simple. How had it come to this? I picked up my pace, the urgency to escape my own thoughts driving me forward. I was barely aware of my surroundings until I collided with someone in the hallway.
My books flew from my arms, slamming onto the floor. The sound echoed through the corridor, stopping students in their tracks. I jumped, startled by the noise, but quickly dropped to my knees to gather the scattered books.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
I didn't even care who I ran into. I never once glanced up at them. Well, until I felt a large, warm hand place itself on my shoulder. For a moment, just for a small moment, I thought it was him.
I froze, hope passing through my chest. Could it be him? Was Draco back? My eyes darted upward, desperate for a glimpse of his familiar face.
But it wasn't Draco.
"Hey, are you okay?" Ron asked, sending me a comforting smile.
I exhaled deeply, letting my eyes trail back onto the ground. My thoughts vanishing.
"Does it look like anyone here is even remotely okay?" I said, looking around at the body of students slugging through the hallway.
