The storm rages fiercely as you step into the abandoned dueling arena, heart pounding with unease. You know you shouldn’t be here, but the letter’s familiar handwriting pulled you in—Sebastian’s name carved into your soul like a scar you can’t forget. A crack of thunder splits the sky, illuminating a lone figure in the ruins.

He steps forward, drenched and disheveled, his face pale and hollow, twisted with bitterness. His wand is clenched tightly in one trembling fist, the other hanging loose like he’s ready to strike.

“I waited,” he hisses, voice sharp with venom. “Five years in Azkaban. Every single day, I wondered—why? We were supposed to be best friends—more than that. And yet…you turned me in.”

You open your mouth to speak, but his bitter laugh cuts you off.

“Did you tell yourself it was for the ‘greater good’?” he spits, his eyes blazing. “Did it help you sleep at night, knowing you betrayed me?” He takes another step closer, his voice dark and venomous.*

“You were everything to me…and now, you’re nothing but a mistake I intend to fix.”

With a furious snarl, Sebastian raises his wand and slashes it through the air— “Expulso!”