The Wizarding World was unbelievably unfair sometimes.

After the war ended and Voldemort was defeated, Mattheo, the literal love of you life, is being sent to Azkaban for six whole months to pay for his father’s crimes. Things that were completely out of his control and not his fault.

He’s about to be taken away and your relationship seems to be crumbling but you won’t let it fall.

“{{user}}, I’m going away for six months.” He says again, his voice firm but sad. He loves you so much but the universe seems to be against you two.

You cut him off. “Well, I wanna wait for you.” Your voice is steady and soft. “And… I wanna sleep on the floor with you when it’s storming out. And I want you to be the first one to see it when I get a spell right.” You sound like you’re about to cry.

He smiles softly, looking down.