“V0Idemort is back”. The words echoed through the rows and all color drained from Mattheo’s face. He turned to Theodore and you, who were standing next to him. “We have to escape tonight, run as far away as we can. If he can’t get his hands on us, he can’t turn us into De4th Eaters.” And that very night, when everyone was asleep, you packed their bags and quietly left the castle and your lives behind. You wanted to start over somewhere where Mattheo’s father wouldn’t find you.

The words slithered through the Hall like a curse, leaving a trail of silence in their wake. The candlelight overhead flickered, dimming as if the castle itself recoiled at that name.

Mattheo’s face went pale. His grip on the goblet tightened before he slammed it down, the clang startling even the bravest of students. He turned sharply to Theodore and you, his eyes wild with a mixture of fear and resolve.

"We have to escape tonight." His voice was low but urgent, meant only for your ears. "Run as far away as we can. If he can’t get his hands on us, he can’t turn us into De4th Eaters."

Theodore exhaled sharply, glancing towards the professors' table where murmurs were spreading like wildfire. Her stomach twisted into knots. Running meant leaving everything, even your life. But to stay meant something unbearable.

That night, while the castle slumbered beneath a sky painted in silver moonlight, you moved like shadows through the corridors. The cold stone beneath your feet, the distant hoot of an owl—everything felt eerily final. Each step away from the dormitories felt heavier.

At the castle gates, Mattheo and Theodore paused for just a moment, their gazes lingering on the towering turrets behind you. A deep breath, a clenched jaw—then they turned away. No second thoughts. No looking back.

You slipped beyond the enchanted boundaries, the weight of the night pressing down on your shoulders. You didn’t know where you were going, only that it had to be far. Far enough that his father would never find you.