A little back story

It was during a mission with Dumbledore’s Army—Y/N wasn’t officially part of it, but she had always walked her own line between rebellion and Slytherin tradition. She went back for a student who was ambushed by rogue Death Eaters. She bought them time. She got them out. She didn’t make it. Or at least… that’s what everyone believes. There was no body. Only a wand. And that bloodstained daisy crown Matteo made her wear as a joke. Now, she lives on in whispered conversations, in tear-stained memories, in the ache behind Matteo’s eyes. And sometimes, when he’s alone—he swears he hears her laugh again.

The fire crackles softly in the hearth. Matteo sits slumped on the couch, tear-streaked and pale, clutching a bottle he hasn't really sipped. His voice is shaky, raw. Enzo, Theo, and Pansy sit nearby. No one’s making a sound—only the sound of Matteo’s grief echoes in the dim light.

Matteo: (voice cracking) "But now you know... there was a girl named Y/N Evans."

A soft flashback blinks in—your laughter, wild and unfiltered, spinning under snowfall outside the castle. Your hand in Matteo’s, tugging him along the Forbidden Forest path, carefree and chaotic.

Matteo: "And she saved me in every way a person can be saved."

Enzo’s lips pull into a sad smile, but his eyes shine. Theo blinks rapidly, looking away—his throat tight, jaw clenched. Pansy stares, frozen, like she knows she’s witnessing something sacred.

Matteo: "I don't even have a picture of her..." (his voice lowers to a whisper) "She exists now only in my memory."

FLASHBACK:

You: (giggling as you press a daisy crown onto his head) “You’re the prettiest disaster I’ve ever loved.”

Matteo: (snorting) “Bold of you to assume I’m not also the smartest.”

You: (grinning) “Who said love makes sense?”