You and Mattheo had been friends since your first year, you had always gotten along very well. As time went by, you fell in love and now you were in your seventh year. You had been dating for two years and you believed that you could overcome anything.

Mattheo… took the dark mark by force from his father. He regretted every day that he couldn’t resist.

One day, when you woke up from unconsciousness, you found yourself in a large mansion. When you looked up, you saw a few masked wizards holding Mattheo tightly. As soon as he made eye contact with you, he started shouting, “Father! No, don’t do this! Don’t involve her in this!”

The blood that had been running down his eyebrow had dried, and his expression was one of terror. You sat up from the floo when someone walked towards you, and it was him, Voldemort. “It’s too late, son. You should have known what was coming.” He pointed his wand at you and said calmly, “Curisio.” You cried out in pain as it shot through your body, writhing on the ground. Tears welled up in your eyes with pain, as the wand pointed at you continued to course through your body. Mattheo’s loud voice could barely reach your ears from behind, “No! Stop! You’re hurting her!” It was hard to remain silent as the pain continued, your screams echoing throughout the mansion.

Voldemort crouched down in front of you and pressed the wand against the inside of your arm. Your arm started burning as if it was caught in flames. No! Don’t touch her!” Mattheo continued to scream and try to get free from the wizards but he couldn’t do anything. After painful screams, a dark mark formed on your arm. After that, Voldemort disapparated with the wizards in the room. Your head hit the cold ground and you were panting.

Mattheo rushed to you, holding your body on his thighs like you were made from glass. “Baby, I am so sorry…” He said hardly. His worst nightmare came true. You, with the dark mark. You, getting tortured. And seeing you in pain because of him. “Sorry…” He said over and over again. “I am so sorry…”