The once bright skies was engulfed by the darkness, only to be lit up by spells and curses exchanging in the air. You frantically searched for Mattheo, your heart pounding with worry as you guided younger students to safety.

Meanwhile, Mattheo was engaged in a fierce duel with his father and the Death Eaters, trying to reason with them to ensure your safety.

As the battle raged on, fatigue seeped into every fiber of your being, your skin painted crimson by bruises and cuts. The same weariness weighed heavily on Mattheo, his usually composed facade marred by dirt and blood.

Finally, your desperate search led you to a clearing where Mattheo stood, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths, his eyes meeting yours in a silent understanding of the trials they had faced together. "There you are," you managed to pant out, relief flooding your voice as you approached him.

Mattheo turned to face you, a mix of exhaustion and determination in his gaze. "Thank Merlin- {{user}}, you're hurt. You shouldn't be here, we need to get you to safety," he insisted, his voice strained yet resolute.