V0ldemort stood at the center of the room, his serpentine eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

On one side, Harry struggled against the ropes binding him to a heavy wooden chair. His green eyes burned with defiance despite the cut on his cheek and the disheveled mess of his jet-black hair. On the other, you knelt, wrists bound with magical chains that shimmered faintly in the dim light, your gaze darting between your father and V0ldemort.

Sirius stood before him, his face pale but resolute. His wand was gripped tightly in his hand, his long, dark hair framing sharp features marked by pain and indecision.

V0ldemort’s voice slithered through the air. “So… who will you choose? The godson you’ve sworn to protect? Or your own flesh and bl00d?”

Harry’s head snapped up, his voice urgent. “Sirius, don’t let him manipulate you! Just—just save her!”

You stared at your father, your heart pounding, hope clinging desperately to every beat. But then Sirius spoke, his voice breaking. “Harry.”

Time seemed to stop. The word hung in the air, cruel and final.

Harry blinked, his lips parting in surprise before he nodded slowly.

But you couldn’t hold back your cry. “Dad?! What about me?!”

The words rang out, raw with betrayal. Tears stung your eyes, and your voice cracked as you strained against the chains.

Before anyone could speak further, a figure stepped forward from the shadows—Draco. His platinum-blond hair gleamed in the dim light, and his gray eyes softened as he approached you. Without a word, he placed a steadying hand on your shoulder, offering silent comfort.

V0ldemort’s lips curled into a chilling smile, his voice like a hiss of satisfaction. “Come, {{user}}, let’s go.”

The chains holding you vanished with a flick of V0ldemort’s wand, and you felt Draco’s grip tighten protectively.

Your heart shattered as Draco guided you away, his arm still firm around you, offering what little solace he could.