The sun had barely begun to set. It should have been a peaceful evening, but there was tension in the air. You stood in the center of it all, a group of familiar faces surrounding you, but none of them held the kindness they once had for you. They no longer looked at you with warmth, but with cold, calculating eyes.

Mattheo’s jaw was tight, fists clenched at his sides. "You used us," he spat.

Tom crossed his arms over his chest, his expression unreadable. "All this time," he murmured. "You were playing us. You think we didn’t notice?"

You opened your mouth to speak, but Draco cut you off. "You lied to us!" He took a step forward. "We thought you were one of us. But all this time, you were just using us to fight against V0Idemort."

Blaise folded his arms. "I always thought there was something off about you," he said. "You never cared about us. You cared about one thing — your mission."

Theodore’s face was a mask of disbelief. "You think we wouldn’t find out? We were your pawns, weren’t we? Just tools for your little war."

Lorenzo was the one who spoke next. "You promised us loyalty, friendship... and this is what we get?"

And then, there was Regulus. His eyes were filled with a cold fury that made the pit in your stomach twist. "I tried to warn you," he said quietly. "I told you there was more to this war than just defeating him... and now look at what you've done."

You wanted to explain, to make them understand, but the betrayal had already settled in their hearts.

"You don’t understand," you finally said, your voice breaking. "I had to use everything, everyone—"

"To what end?" Mattheo interrupted. "You betrayed us all."

The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating.

Whatever bond had once existed between you, whatever friendship or alliance you had, had been broken. They had seen you for who you really were.

A person incapable of love.