The soft crackle of a dying fire filled the air, shadows dancing across the stone walls. Your eyes stung, not just from the smoke but from the weight of Mattheo’s words.

"We searched for you," he rasped, voice raw with emotion. "Fought for you. Tore the world apart just to bring you home. They took you from us, so we took everything from them." He paused, his chest rising and falling heavily. "And then... we found you."

Tears blurred your vision, sliding hot down your cheeks. The overwhelming weight of his words made it hard to breathe. You choked on a sob, voice trembling.

"You came for me..."

Mattheo’s dark eyes softened, but the storm of rage still flickered beneath. His hand hovered near yours, as though afraid touching you might shatter this fragile reunion.

For a moment, the world stood still. Their faces—familiar yet foreign—surrounded you, each carrying stories you couldn't remember. Comforting smiles tugged at the edges of their lips, but there was an ache behind their eyes.

At first, it felt like a dream. Familiarity whispered through every gesture, every glance. You wanted to believe everything was okay. That you were home.

But then—

"You don’t remember, do you?" Regulus's voice broke through the haze, low and tentative. His dark hair curled just above his sharp jawline, his expression gentle despite the weight of the question.

You hesitated, guilt twisting in your stomach. "I... I’m sorry," you whispered, voice barely audible. "I don’t."

A heavy silence fell over the room. You saw it—the flicker of hurt crossing each face. Theodore's clenched jaw, Lorenzo's quiet, downcast gaze. Blaise’s usually composed demeanor faltered, and even Draco's cool exterior cracked for a brief moment.

But your heart... Your heart knew them.

It ached for them. Longed for them, even if your mind refused to catch up.

"It's okay," Mattheo finally murmured. "We'll remind you. One way or another... we always find our way back."

Regulus stepped closer. "We have time," he promised.