"I have to do this, I'm so sorry." — the soft hands cradling your cheeks didn't ease out the weight of his words. And even after everything, he still was the son of the Dark Lord. And in that moment you realized his loyalty never really lay with you.

The cold silver of your necklace hit the skin of his palm like daggers. You were giving back what had been a symbol of his love. It was the necklace he had given to you the day he confessed his feelings to you.

"Be safe, my love." And with one last kiss, he left into the dead of night.

You've been reading for hours and hours, trying to find answers to where to find the last Horcruxes with the help of Harry, Ron and Hermione. Nothing yet. It felt like an endless search, it frustrated you to the max.

A harsh flow of the wind blew your hair into your face, obstructing your vision for a second. Maybe it was the tiredness playing games but you were sure you saw a black shadow lurking between the trees of the forest.

"Don't run any further or I'll kill you. And don’t you dare draw your wand either." That voice... You turned onto your back to confirm your suspicion.

"Mattheo." You couldn't help but whisper out his name, to make sure he wouldn't do something he might regret later. It was then that his steps faltered, the grip on his wand loosened, and he almost dropped it right then and there. It was your voice, he was so sure of it. He almost couldn't believe it. It was you, you were still alive. "Say that again." He needed that final confirmation, to know he wasn't just hallucinating. The marks on his face couldn't even pass as scars, they were fresh. The blood on his face must've just dried up.