It started like any other day… A hangout with your Slytherin friends, nothing out of the ordinary — until you caught a glimpse of something dark inked into Draco’s skin. The Dark Mark.

When you asked about it, he brushed it off. “Old scar, nothing important,” he said. But his eyes didn’t meet yours.

That night, something felt off. So you followed him.

Through the cold, silent corridors of the castle, you watched as he slipped into a hidden room — one you didn’t even know existed.

You crept closer. Through the crack in the door, you saw them.

Draco. Mattheo. Blaise. Tom. Lorenzo. Theodore. Regulus. Cormac.

Your friends.

“Are you sure she’ll say yes?” Cormac, your ex asked. “She’s powerful,” Draco replied. “She’ll join us. She has to.”

Your heart stopped.

They were planning to recruit you. And no one had told you. Not even the boy you loved.