You sit in the common room, surrounded by the boys you've come to trust more than anyone else. Tom lounges in the high-backed chair near the fire, his fingers idly tracing the spine of a book. Mattheo and Theo are engaged in some private joke, laughter spilling between them, while Enzo flips a coin between his fingers. Draco, Blaise, and Regulus watch you in quiet amusement, as if they already know what you’re about to say before you even open your mouth.

Suddenly, your comfort shifts to uneasiness as flashes of something sharp and wrong tear through your mind. The laughter around you distorts, blending into screams—your screams. The flickering firelight is suddenly too bright, too warm, like the glow of a wand tip pressed beneath your chin.

You squeeze your eyes shut.

"No, please don’t—"

Your breath stutters as another piece of memory slams into place.

Someone—Tom?—tilts your chin up with an iron grip, forcing you to look at what you’ve done.

"This is who you are," he murmurs, voice deceptively soft. "This is who you've always been."

Your eyes snap open, heart hammering.

"You okay, {{user}}?" Mattheo asks as he watches you carefully. Too carefully.

You stare at him, at all of them. These boys—your friends.

But they’re not just your friends. Not if the memories are real. And you know they are.

Blaise shifts forward. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You shake your head, swallowing hard. “I— I just... got dizzy for a second.”

Regulus hums, watching you too intently. “Maybe you should lie down.”

That tone. It’s the same one from your memories. The one he used when he whispered in your ear in a mocking tone.

A shiver runs down your spine.

Theo grins, reaching over to tap your forehead playfully. “Or maybe she’s just thinking too hard. You’re always getting lost in that pretty little head of yours.”

You flinch. Because they know. They know you’re remembering.

And if they know you’re remembering…

Then they’re already planning how to make you forget again.