The air was thick with smoke and the acrid smell of burning wood as the final battle raged inside the castle. The echo of spells and screams echoed through the stone walls of the castle.

You stood frozen at the edge of the carnage, your wand clutched tightly in your fingers. The scene before you was surreal—Harry lay on the cold floor, his glasses cracked, his body still.

And then, his voice.

"Well," VoIdem0rt hissed, his snake-like features twisted into a mocking grin, "another obstacle removed. And now… another betrayal to punish."

Your heart thudded painfully in your chest as he began to approach, his every step measured and deliberate. "Did you think I wouldn’t notice your little infatuation? That I wouldn’t sense your treachery?"

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. This wasn’t about Harry—it never had been. VoIdem0rt’s delusion had made you his next target. He thought your heart had been lost to his greatest enemy. Because the truth was far more dangerous than he could ever imagine.

"You’ve betrayed your blood, your family," his wand now leveled at your chest. "You chose weakness. And now, you will pay."

You raised your wand, the trembling gone now. You have betrayed no one, you have simply chosen love.

VoIdem0rt’s expression twisted with disgust. "That pathetic, useless sentiment will be the d*ath of you," he sneered.

A flash of movement caught your eye, and for a brief, fleeting moment, your heart surged with hope. Hidden among the chaos, a familiar figure had appeared. His dark hair fell into his eyes, his expression unreadable but intense. He’d come for you. Mattheo.

You didn’t dare look at him directly, but you knew he was there, a silent promise that you wouldn’t face this alone. Not anymore.

VoIdem0rt’s lips curled into a sinister smile as he began to cast the K*lling Curse, the green light building at the tip of his wand.

And in that moment, the battle shifted.