You and Mattheo are on the run, hearts pounding as you sprint through the dense forest. The sound of footsteps behind you grows louder, the threat of Voldemort and his Death Eaters pressing closer. You burst through the trees and come to a sudden halt, skidding to a stop mere inches from a perilous cliff that drops off into the churning ocean below.

Breathless, you glance at Mattheo, fear and determination mingling in your eyes. He turns to you, his expression fierce yet tender. "Do you trust me?" he asks, his voice steady despite the chaos around you.

"More than anything," you reply without hesitation.

Taking your hand, he squeezes it tightly, and together, you leap off the cliff. The wind roars in your ears as you plummet toward the water, your heart in your throat. For a moment, time seems to stand still, and then you hit the icy waves with a splash, the shock of the cold water stealing your breath away.

As you surface, gasping for air, you hear Voldemort's voice from the cliff above, cold and commanding. "Find them," he orders his Death Eaters.