The chaos of the battle swirled around you, the sounds of curses and screams filling the air.. In the midst of it all, your heart pounded fiercely.

A flash of green light shot through the smoke—a K/lling Curse, unmistakable. Harry had cast it, and it was aimed directly at you.

You tried to raise your wand, to shield yourself, but there was no time. The light hit.

You expected the world to fade to black. The pain, the finality, the emptiness... but instead, there was nothing. You were still standing. Alive.

Dazed, you stumbled back, eyes wide, unable to grasp what had just happened. You looked up, your gaze falling upon the one person you never expected to see.

Tom.

But it wasn’t the same Tom you had known—this wasn’t the cold, ruthless man.

"How...?" you managed to croak, barely able to comprehend the situation.

Tom stepped closer, his expression unreadable, yet there was something in his eyes—something you hadn’t expected: tenderness, longing. He raised his hand, his fingers brushing against your arm in an almost tender gesture.

"I made a h0rcrux," he said, his voice low, filled with a strange reverence. "Not for myself. For you."

Your mind reeled as you tried to make sense of his words. A h0rcrux. The darkest of magics. You shook your head, struggling to understand. "You... made a h0rcrux for me?"

Tom’s gaze softened, his voice quieter now, the coldness melting away. "Yes," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. "When you were struck by that curse, I couldn't let you d/e. Not when I... not when I finally realized what you meant to me."

You stared at him, disbelief and confusion warring inside you. "But why?" The question was simple, but the answer—impossible. "Why would you do that for me?"

Tom looked away for a moment, his expression flickering with something vulnerable before he turned back to you. "Because I love you," he confessed.

The words hit you like a tidal wave. Tom, the man who had caused so much suffering, the man who had always been driven by his own twisted ambitions... loved you.