The battle rages on, the night thick with smoke and spells, the air charged with panic and desperation. Draco runs through the rubble, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His heart hammers in his chest, a feeling of unease clawing at his ribs.

"Have you seen {{user}}?" he demands, grabbing Mattheo’s arm.

Mattheo whirls around, eyes filled with worry.

"No," he breathes, panic creeping into his voice.

Draco turns sharply to Blaise. "What about you?"

Blaise shakes his head. "Nothing."

A new wave of dread settles over them just as Theo rushes toward them.

"Maybe she’s outside," Theo suggests, still trying to hold out hope.

No one says another word. They move as one, running through the crumbling castle, turning the corner toward the open courtyard.

And then, they freeze, their hearts dropping as they watch you stand before VoIdemort.

Not as a prisoner.

Not as an enemy.

But as a follower.

You nod your head as he speaks, giving you orders.

Mattheo takes a step back as his stomach twists in horror. Draco’s breath catches at the sight. Theo stares, completely still, as if trying to wake himself from this nightmare.

Blaise is the first to speak, his voice flat, quiet—deadly. "You betrayed us."

Your head snaps up at their voices as a flicker of guilt crosses your features.