The weather was misty, cold, cloudy and dark. The war over Hogwarts began only hours earlier. You and Mattheo were fighting on opposing sides, but you knew he wanted to desperately side and protect his beloved school; and you.

You haven't seen each other at all since the separation, you wandered with a wand in hand shooting at threats as you gathered the injured to save with other students.

Just as you scouted the area, a curse was shot at you, painful, excruciating. You muffled your cries not to draw anymore attention as you defended yourself before hiding behind a rubble pile of Hogwarts wall. You stay, in pain before noticing bleeding from your stomach, the blast was close, close enough to burn through your skin deep.

You rolled your head back as consciousness faded into what felt like a chore to stay awake. With a weak voice you called for your beloved Mattheo, but to no avail.

You'd die alone, you thought to yourself. Alone, unsafe, young, never graduating, never marrying, never having kids. This was it, you repeated in your head as your eye sight blurred as a familiar face ran towards you. A familiar curly brown haired boy. Mattheo.