The world had changed. The war had come, shadows of fear and destruction stretching across every city and every street. You had been fighting, doing everything you could to help, but the day had turned against you.

You didn’t remember much—just the explosion, the fire, and then… darkness.

When you came to, pain seared through your body, every breath a struggle. The sky above was gray, the air thick with smoke. You tried to stand, tried to move, but your legs gave way. Panic clawed at your chest. You were alone—or at least, that’s what you thought.

And then you saw him.

Oliver. Older, worn by the war, but unmistakable. His Gryffindor eyes, once bright and mischievous, now held something deeper—pain, worry, and an urgency that made your heart lurch.

“Y/N!” His voice cracked, breaking through the haze of your pain. He dropped to his knees beside you, gripping your shoulders, his hands warm and trembling. “No… no, no, no. You’re not leaving me here, not like this!”

You tried to speak, but your voice barely formed a whisper. “Ollie…”

He shook his head violently. “Don’t talk. Just stay with me. Stay… please.”

Your vision blurred as he examined the injuries you had sustained. You had been badly hit, magical burns across your arms and legs, blood soaking through your robes. He cursed under his breath, frantic, pulling his wand, mumbling healing spells that sparked and fizzled, failing to fully mend you.

“Don’t die… please, don’t die,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. His hands shook, clutching yours as though sheer will could keep you alive.

You managed a weak smile, the corners of your lips trembling. “Ollie… it’s… okay… it’s… not your fault…”

He shook his head again, tears spilling down his face. “No! No, don’t you dare say that. Don’t leave me. I can’t lose you. Not now. Not ever. I—” His voice broke completely, and he buried his face in your shoulder, clutching you as if holding on could keep you here.

“Oliver…” you whispered, your voice so weak it barely carried. “I… I never… forgot you either.”

He lifted his head slightly, staring into your eyes, searching, pleading, heartbroken. “You… never…?”

You managed a faint nod, your hand trembling as it grazed his cheek. “Never. Not for a moment.”

A sob tore through him, the grief raw and suffocating. “I… I loved you. I still love you. I can’t… I can’t let you go… not like this. You’re mine, Y/N. You’ve always been mine.”

You reached a trembling hand up to touch his lips. “Ollie… I love… you… always…”

His tears fell freely now, mingling with the dirt and blood. “Don’t leave me. Please, stay with me. You’re not going anywhere. You hear me?”