They fought for you. Searched for you. Tore the world apart just to bring you home.

The door bursts open. Footsteps echo. They find you—weak, bruised, but alive. Your head lifts, eyes meeting theirs.

Tom kneels first, voice barely above a whisper. “We found you…”

Your breath shudders. You barely believe it. “You came for me.”

Lorenzo is closest. You collapse into his arms first, and he holds you like he’ll never let go. “You’re safe now.”

Relief. Guilt. Love. It’s written all over their faces as they take you home.

At first, it feels like a dream. The warmth of Blaise handing you tea, Lorenzo’s effortless jokes making you laugh, the quiet, steady presence of Tom by the fire. Everything should be okay.

But cracks begin to show.

The first time is small—calling Theo by the wrong name. Then it’s forgetting how you met Regulus. Hesitating when Mattheo reaches for your hand.

Regulus notices first. His voice is soft, careful. “You don’t remember… do you?”

You want to. You need to. But the memories are missing, slipping through your fingers like sand.

Your eyes well up. “I… I’m sorry. I don’t—”

And later, alone in the quiet, you stare at a photo of them. Of you.

Your voice barely breaks the silence.

“They feel like strangers… but my heart… my heart knows them.”