You are in the Manor and Theodore stands a few paces away, his pale face lit by the dying torchlight. "I thought you were dead..." He says softly, almost whispering.

"I am dead." The words leave your lips like a cold, final verdict. "I died the moment you forced her to become a De4th Eater," you add, your voice laced with bitterness.

Theodore steps forward, his eyes wide, his face filled with desperation. "Please... don’t say that. I’m your brother," he says, his voice faltering.

You slowly turn to face him, your eyes narrowing with an almost predatory intensity. You can see the hope in his eyes but you are no longer that person, and you want him to understand that. "Why do you think you're still alive?"

Theodore stares at you, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. His lips tremble as he tries to make sense of your words. "What do you mean? You’re still—" His voice falters again, and his eyes fill with an aching confusion. "You’re still my sister."

"I'm a De4th Eater, just like the others." The words come out slowly, deliberate. You glance over his shoulder, your eyes landing on Draco, Mattheo, Blaise, Lorenzo, and even Regulus, each one standing a silent testament to the choices you've all made. "We all made the same choice... And I've changed. I’m not the person you knew anymore."

Theodore shakes his head violently, his face contorting with disbelief and pain. "No, no, I don’t want to believe it. I can’t believe it... We’re different," he continues, his voice a pleading whisper.

Your lips curl into a bitter, almost mocking smile. "You are like them. You just don’t realize it yet." Your voice is sharp.

"No... no, that’s not true." Theodore’s voice cracks with emotion, his eyes brimming with tears that he refuses to let fall. "I’m not like them, and neither are you. You can still fight this!" His words are a desperate plea, a final attempt to save you from the path he believes you can still walk away from. "You can still come back."