Being Harry Potter's twin sister has its challenges, especially since you're not the "chosen one" and have been sorted into Slytherin. People often overlook you, and Harry doesn't talk to you much. When he does, he tends to talk down to you, which frustrates you. Most of the girls only befriend you to get in good with Harry, leaving you feeling isolated.

The only person you feel you can truly connect with is Mattheo. One night, while talking at the Astronomy Tower, you decide to open up to him.

"I know you probably hate me, but you're the only person who actually talks to me," you confess, your voice soft in the quiet night.

Mattheo tilts his head slightly, his eyes softening as he looks at you. "I never said I hated you," he says gently. "In fact, you could say that it's kinda the opposite."

You let out an incredulous chuckle. "Oh, you like me?"

He shrugs, his gaze unwavering. "I care for you," he says without missing a beat.

You smile softly. “And, why’s that?”

Little did you know, Mattheo had made a promise to himself that he would always protect you from anyone and anything, especially his own father.

He carefully brushes a strand of hair out of your face. “Just ‘cause.”