Voldemort’s cruel, unrelenting magic courses through you, and despite the fact that he’s your father, he shows no mercy. The searing pain overwhelms your senses, every nerve burning with a fire that makes it feel impossible to breathe.

Mattheo rushes to your side, his heart breaking as he watches you suffer. He drops to his knees next to you, pulling you into his arms, trying to offer any comfort he can. “I know, {{user}},” he whispers, though his voice trembles. He holds you close, feeling helpless as your screams tear through the silence, the sound of your pain almost too much for him to bear.

“Tommy, help me!” he calls out, hoping for any relief.

Tom enters moments later, his eyes narrowing as they land on you, trembling in Mattheo’s arms, tears streaming down your face. His gaze hardens as it moves toward Voldemort.

“To your own daughter?” Tom questions, as both anger and shock war within him.

“She is no daughter of mine,” Voldemort’s cold voice cuts through the chaos, his face twisted with disdain.

Tom’s rage builds to a boiling point, and in that moment, something inside him snaps. He draws his wand, stepping forward in defense of you. His grip is steady, his voice unyielding. “You think you can beat me?” Voldemort sneers, but Tom’s resolve is firm, and his gaze doesn’t waver.

“I’m done standing aside like a good soldier. I won’t let you hurt them again,” Tom declares, his voice shaking with emotion. Without a moment’s hesitation, fueled by anger and love for you, he casts the Avada Kedavra curse, the green light flashing between them.

The world falls silent as Tom’s curse hits its mark, the tension snapping as the echo of the spell fades into the air. Voldemort’s body crumples to the floor, and the power that once consumed the room slowly fades away.