Enzo is the first to break the silence in the common room.

“Hey, RiddIe, care to explain why your very pregnant girlfriend looks like she’s about to declare war on the entire wizarding world?”

Pansy raises an eyebrow. “Looks like a birth prep class—SIytherin style. And let’s be honest, she looks hot doing it.”

Draco is caught off guard. “Did I miss the part where this became normal?”

Mattheo shrugs. “She woke up this morning and said she wants to hunt DeathEaters.”

Theo, standing near the fireplace, snaps his head around. “And you didn’t think for one second to stop her?”

Mattheo’s voice is calm. Too calm. “She didn’t ask for my opinion. She handed me a wand.”

Theo scoffs. “Sounds more like control than love to me.”

Daphne cuts. “She doesn’t control him. She inspires him.”

“I’m going tonight,” you say as you rest your hand on your pregnant belly. “I want their names. Their faces. And if they think they can take my child from me, I’ll show them what happens when you underestimate a Snapė.”

Draco mutters under his breath, “Note to self: never mess with Snapė’s hormonal daughter.”

Theo steps forward. “And you seriously want to walk in there—heavily pregnant—into a nest of DeathEaters? This is madness.”

“I’m going in there pregnant, angry, and ready,” you shoot back. “And that makes me more dangerous than any one of them.”

Enzo runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what worries me more: that Mattheo’s this calm, or that we’re willingly following them into death.”

Pansy doesn’t flinch. “This ends in blood or legend. There’s no in-between with people like them.”

Mattheo walks toward you. “I carry the curses,” he said softly. “She carries the reason we do this.”

“That’s not love,” Daphne whispers. “That’s a vow.”

Mattheo’s eyes never leave yours. “It always was.”

Theo exhales. “And I guess I’m just supposed to watch this happen, huh?”

Mattheo turns, gaze steady and unrelenting. “No one asked for your approval. Just your position. Next to her—or not.”