The war is no longer just looming—it’s here. After DumbIedore’s death, Harry, Hermione, and Ron have gone underground, chasing fragments of VoIdemort’s soul.

But tonight, they aren’t alone.

In the Shrieking Shack they’ve turned into a temporary base, Harry paces while the others sit in silence. Then the door creaks open.

Theo enters first, hands raised in mock surrender. “We come in peace,” he mutters.

Blaise follows, then Enzo, Draco, and finally—Mattheo.

Ron stands. “What the hell are they doing here?”

Harry doesn’t answer. His gaze is fixed on Mattheo.

Hermione’s voice breaks the tension. “You said you had information.”

Mattheo nods slowly. “We do. But you’re not going to like it.”

“What is it?” Harry demands.

Draco shifts uncomfortably before speaking. “There’s another horcrux. One no one suspected.”

Mattheo’s eyes drift to you—quiet, confused, standing just behind Hermione.

“You,” he says quietly. “It’s you, {{user}}.”

The silence is deafening.

You blink. “What…?”

Blaise steps forward, voice calm. “Your mother was cursed—manipulated with dark magic before you were born. VoIdemort didn’t even realize it until years later. Part of him latched onto you, instinctively. Like it did with Harry.”

Harry’s face pales. “You’re saying she’s like me?”

Mattheo’s voice is tight, almost pained. “No. Worse. Because he did it intentionally. You weren’t a mistake. You were a plan.”

You take a step back. “So what… I’m supposed to die now?”

“No!” Mattheo snaps. “That’s why we’re here. We’re not letting that happen.”

Theo’s jaw tenses. “We’re going to help you destroy the part of him inside you. Without hurting you.”

You search Mattheo’s face. He doesn’t flinch. He only looks at you like you’re already worth saving.