You always knew that dating Enzo could bring problems someday.

But you hadn’t expected this.

For two years, it had been everything — laughter in quiet corridors, stolen kisses in the Astronomy Tower, whispered secrets shared beneath candlelight. He was everything you weren’t supposed to want… and everything you couldn’t stop loving.

But now?

Now you were on opposite sides of a war.

He hadn’t chosen it — not fully. You knew that. He’d been forced into it, branded by his father’s legacy and expectations. Just like you had been. Dragged into the darkness. Marked. Changed.

You hadn’t seen him in two months. No letters. No secret meetings. No word at all.

You knew why.

But that didn’t stop it from hurting.

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Screams echoed through the castle, spells slamming into stone, tapestries catching fire as chaos tore through the ancient walls of Hogwarts.

You sprinted down the corridor, breath ragged, wand gripped tightly in your shaking hand. Fred and George ran beside you — wands raised, eyes sharp, adrenaline pounding in every step.

A blast shattered the archway ahead, and you skid to a stop—

Death Eaters.

Four of them. Masks off. Wands up.

Your instincts kicked in. You moved forward, chin lifted, wand ready to strike—

And then you saw him.

Enzo.

Your breath caught.

He wasn’t wearing a mask. Just his cloak, his wand drawn—but his hand was trembling. And when his eyes met yours, it felt like the battlefield disappeared.

You couldn’t breathe.

His face was pale, jaw clenched, but his eyes… gods, his eyes. They were full of it—

Sadness. Guilt. Longing.

“Lorenzo,” one of the Death Eaters beside him said, voice oily and amused, “isn’t this one yours?”

He smirked as he looked you up and down, and something inside you snapped.

Your wand raised a little higher, fire flickering at the tip.

“Say that again,” you said coldly, eyes narrowing. “I dare you.”

Fred shifted beside you, stepping in just slightly, protective. George mirrored him on your other side.

But your gaze never left Enzo.

And his never left you.

He looked like he wanted to say something—anything—but no words came. Just that ache in his expression. The same ache that was slowly unraveling your heart from the inside out.

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The war raged around you. But in that moment, it was just you and him, standing on opposite sides of everything… and still desperately wishing you weren’t.