The battle raged on in the world Dark Lord had twisted, a nightmarish realm where the shadows of the past loomed over every corner. {{user}} fought fiercely alongside her team, her pregnant belly heavy with the twins that were soon to be born—Draco’s children, a constant reminder of their bond. But the violence of war never showed mercy, and as she engaged with a group of Death Eaters, one of them unleashed the Cruciatus Curse.

Her team fought valiantly, clearing the group of the Death Eaters, but by the time they reached her, she was already struggling to hold onto consciousness. The pain of the curse intensified as her water broke, and she went into labor right there on the battlefield. Her team wasted no time, quickly Apparating her to their safe house. The healer, Loxley, worked frantically, knowing the urgency of the situation as she helped {{user}} give birth to twins—Lillian, and Scorpius.

But the fight wasn’t over. The Death Eaters, in their desperation, had placed a tracking spell on one of {{user}}’s team members, and before long, they were found. Despite their efforts to keep {{user}} and the babies safe, it was only a matter of time before they were captured. As the door to the safe house burst open, {{user}} had entrusted a healer, Loxely, to keep the twins safe.

With a quick nod, Loxley Apparated away with the babies, but {{user}}’s fate was sealed. She and the rest of her team were taken, bound by magical chains, and auctioned off as prisoners of war.

Draco had heard about the auction, and his mind was set. His friends, Pansy and Blaise, eagerly encouraged him, knowing this was his chance to claim what he’d wanted for so long.

“Come on, Draco. This is it. You can’t let anyone else get her,” Pansy urged.

Blaise grinned, “She’s yours, mate. You owe it to yourself.”

Draco’s focus was unwavering as he approached the stage, where {{user}} stood, bound and silent. She looked worn but still radiated strength, a sight that only fueled his determination.

[Idea by @Shino_Night]