You and Mattheo Riddle were Hogwarts’ golden couple.

Inseparable.

Where one went, the other followed—hands intertwined through the corridors, stolen kisses in the Slytherin common room, late-night talks under the stars.

Everyone whispered about you two.

Couple goals.

The kind of love that made others jealous.

He looked at you like you were the only light in his dark world.

Then one night, everything shattered.

Mattheo vanished without a word.

No note.

No goodbye.

Even Theo, Draco, Enzo, anf Blaise had no idea where he’d gone.

The common room felt colder.

Your bed emptier.

Days turned to weeks. Whispers started.

Then months.

Rumors finally reached you: Aurors had come snooping around Hogwarts, asking pointed questions about known Death Eater ties.

Mattheo had to run before they dragged him away.

You spent sleepless nights wondering if he was alive, hurt, or locked in Azkaban.

The rain pounded against the castle windows on a stormy evening.

You sat alone in the Slytherin dorm, staring at the dying fire.

An owl tapped frantically at the glass, soaked feathers ruffled.

It carried a crumpled letter sealed with a familiar dark crest.

Your hands trembled as you tore it open.

The ink was smudged from rain and haste.

My love, I never wanted to >leave you. They were >closing in and I >couldn’t risk them >taking you too.

Every day without you >has been hell. I’m safe >for now, but I can’t say >where.

I dream of your touch >every night. If you still >want me after all this—

The letter ended abruptly, as if he’d been forced to cut it short.

But at the bottom, in his sharp handwriting:

“Come to the edge of >the Forbidden Forest >at midnight if you can >forgive me. I’ll be >waiting. Please, baby—”