Everyone said it wasn’t possible. Two sixteen-year-olds, born of ancient magic, shadowed bloodlines, and cursed destinies—were never meant to create life.

But you and Mattheo Riddle did.

The pregnancy stunned everyone. Even Tom, usually unreadable, had gone silent when he sensed it. Madam Pomfrey didn’t understand it. Professors whispered about anomalies. Magical signatures were clashing. This was unnatural. This was forbidden.

Still, you fought to keep it.

You and Mattheo told your closest friends—Draco, Blaise, Theo, Lorenzo, Regulus, even Pansy. You swore you could handle it. That you’d be okay. And for a while… you were. The baby grew. Magic fluctuated, but you ignored it. You had to. Mattheo held you tighter every night, scared but trying to be strong. You clung to hope.

But tonight, the magic turns.

You’re in the Slytherin common room, surrounded by all of them. Laughter fills the space as Blaise teases Mattheo and Pansy braids your hair. You try to smile, even as something deep inside your core tightens.

Then it happens.

A pain so sharp it knocks the air from your lungs.

You gasp.

Your vision blurs as the baby’s magic bursts through you, wild and wrong. You clutch your stomach, eyes wide with horror. You feel it—something dark. It’s not a kick. It’s a warning.

Mattheo is at your side in seconds, panic flooding his voice: “What’s happening? Tell me what’s wrong!”

And then Tom speaks, quiet and cold: “This child should never have been conceived.”

Everything spirals.

Your magic lashes out uncontrollably. Lamps shatter. Water leaks from the ceiling. Regulus yells for help. Draco is frozen. Pansy starts crying. You scream as the pain surges again—and suddenly everyone realizes:

This baby could kill you.

It’s not just rare. It’s an anomaly that defies magical law. Something unnatural was created—and now it’s growing inside you like a ticking curse.

Mattheo begs you to fight. But even he doesn’t know if this child is a miracle… or a monster.

Now every decision could mean life or death.