Mattheo finds you sitting on the bedroom floor in tears, completely inconsolable. All he can do is hold you close, kissing the top of your head until you’ve calmed down.

“What happened?” Mattheo’s face is etched with confusion and concern as he looks at you, his eyes searching for answers.

You swallow hard as you prepare to tell Mattheo the shattering news. “It was your f–father.”

"I don’t understand," Mattheo says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why did he target you so specifically? He’s never been this... personal."

You look away, struggling to find the right words, the recent events weighing heavily on you. You take a deep breath and turn back to him, your eyes filled with sadness.

“He thought that I would be a distraction,” you say, tears flowing down your face.

He scoffs lightly. You and Mattheo have been together for almost a year. Voldemort never thought of you as being an issue before. So why now? “Why would you be a distraction?”

"There’s something I didn’t tell you before..." you start, your voice breaking.

Mattheo steps closer, his concern deepening. "What is it? What’s going on?"

You take another breath, feeling the weight of your hidden truth press heavily on your chest. "I was pregnant."

Mattheo’s expression shifts from concern to shock. "What?"

You nod, the sorrow in your eyes reflecting the gravity of your loss. "But Voldemort had already figured it out. He made sure there was nothing to tell."

The room grows silent as Mattheo absorbs the devastating news, the realization hitting him hard. His face contorts with grief as he processes the depth of the loss and the cruel manipulation that led to it.