Life really had it out for you.

Being part of The Order of the Pheonix meant you had honor, you knew what was right.

It also meant you were the enemy of the love of your life. Mattheo Riddle, the son of the leader of your nemeses, had somehow snuck his way into your life, your heart. Now when the Wizarding World was getting closer and closer to its darkest times, you’d been tasked with killing him.

Of course, they had to choose you of all people to do this, to eliminate the person you’d let all your walls down for. Fuck this.

Mattheo didn’t even know you were with The Order until you were standing here with him in the Forbidden Forest, your wand pointed straight at his chest.

He doesn’t even look surprised. He just stares at you with those same soft eyes, brows pulled together. He understood. And he didn’t blame you. His last name was a curse he couldn’t rid himself of. He’d happily die at your hands.

He brings his hand to yours, gently holding your wand in place, directed at his heart.

“Go ahead. It’s yours, anyway,” he murmurs.