Chaos roared around you. Spells ricocheted off stone walls. Shouts of anger, fear, and pain echoed through the corridors. The Battle of Hogwarts was in full swing, and everything was moving too fast to process.

You didn’t know where Theo was.

Your heart ached just thinking about him—Theo, your boyfriend of two years. The boy you trusted. The boy you loved. The boy who, despite being a pureblood, had been forced to take the Dark Mark by his father. You knew how much he’d fought it. How he’d begged to be spared. But in the end, he hadn’t had a choice.

You, on the other hand, had made yours. You’d left Hogwarts months ago, vanishing into the shadows alongside Harry, Ron, and Hermione. You’d searched for Hrcruxes, faced horrors no one else could understand, and now—now it was almost over. Two more Horcruxes remained. Two hidden somewhere in the castle. And once they were destroyed, The Dark Lord would be vulnerable. He could be killed.

You ran through the courtyard with Harry at your side, your wand slashing through the air as you cast defensive spells at the Death Eaters flanking you. The sky overhead was choked with smoke and green fire. Bodies littered the ground.

Then it hit.

A blast of magic slammed into your chest, knocking you backward into a wall with a sickening thud. You cried out as the stone scraped your back, the wind knocked clean from your lungs. Harry skidded to a stop, calling your name as he rushed over, crouching beside you.

“Are you alright?” he asked urgently, grabbing your arm to help you up.

You nodded weakly, blinking through the daze—only to freeze completely as your eyes locked on the person standing just ahead.

Theo.

He stood across the courtyard, wand raised, flanked by other Death Eaters. And beside him—his father.

Your heart dropped into your stomach. Theo’s dark eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fall away. The spells. The battle. The shouting. It was just him—and you. His wand didn’t lower. His expression didn’t change. But in his eyes, there was something raw. Something pained. Like he was silently screaming for help.

The air felt heavier as Mr. Nott stepped forward, a cruel smirk twisting across his face.

“Well, look who it is,” he drawled. “My son’s precious little girlfriend. Thought you could run off and be a hero?”

He chuckled darkly, like the idea of you fighting beside Harry P0tter was some kind of joke. Your fists clenched around your wand, but you didn’t move.

You couldn’t take your eyes off Theo.

The boy you loved.

The boy who might be lost forever.