You’re curled up on one of the green velvet sofas in the Slytherin common room, lazily flirting with a boy whose name you barely remember. Your smile is playful, your laugh soft—just enough to keep him hooked.

But something shifts.

You feel it before you see it: a stare. Heavy. Unrelenting.

Your eyes flicker across the room—and land on Theodore Nott.

He’s leaning against the far wall, half in shadow, but his gaze is fixed on you. Not casual. Not curious. Intense. Like you’ve just stabbed him and he’s trying not to bleed.

You furrow your brow slightly. Why does he look at you like that? You’ve never been close. If anything, he’s always been cold, unreadable. A mystery you never cared to solve.

What you don’t know is that a month ago, you and Theo were in love.

Secret, stolen moments. Soft touches. Whispers in the dark. You were his entire world.

But his father—cold-blooded, powerful, a loyal Death Eater—found out. Called you a weakness. A threat. And promised to kill you if Theo didn’t let you go.

So Theo made the only choice he could. He obliviated you.

Erased every kiss, every promise, every I love you.

You don’t remember any of it. But he does. Every detail.

And now, he watches you laugh with someone else, pretending he’s a stranger—while his heart quietly breaks all over again.