It was a quiet afternoon in the common room. You were curled up on the couch, lost in a book, when your phone buzzed on the table next to you. A familiar rush of unease swept over you as the memory of Draco, your ex-boyfriend, came rushing back.

You sighed, reluctant to answer, but curiosity won out. "Hello?"

A voice, dripping with malice, greeted you on the other end. "Well, well, well... If it isn't her," Draco sneered.

You rolled your eyes. "What do you want, Draco?"

"Want?" His laugh was sharp, filled with a spite you hadn’t heard in months. "I don't want anything from you anymore, darling. But I do think it's time you realize how little you matter to me."

Your heart skipped a beat. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, I’m sure you’ve been too busy with your new friends to notice, but I’ve had a lot of... conversations with my father lately. He’s quite disappointed in you."

Before you could respond, the line went dead, and you were left with nothing but the ominous echo of his words. But that wasn't the end of it.

Minutes later, you heard the sound of your phone buzzing again, this time a text message. With a sinking feeling in your stomach, you unlocked your phone to find a message from an anonymous number:

"I took your favorite necklace. Hope it’s worth the price of your freedom."

Your blood ran cold. The necklace Draco had given you when you first started dating... the one that meant more than anything after everything had ended.

You rushed to your room, hoping it was just a sick joke. But when you entered your dormitory, the scene before you confirmed your worst fears. The drawer where you'd kept the necklace was open, and it was gone. But it wasn't just the necklace that was gone.

Your things had been rifled through. Clothes were strewn across the floor, and your most personal belongings—things only Draco would know about—were disturbed. You couldn’t believe it.

As your mind raced, trying to process the invasion, your phone buzzed again. Another message:

"Just a reminder of who’s in control."