The room was dimly lit by the faint glow of the fireplace, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. You stood at the threshold, your heart aching as you gazed at Theseus. He sat at his desk, completely unaware of the decision you had already made. His brow furrowed in concentration as he reviewed reports, oblivious to the storm raging within you.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You had sworn to stand by him through everything—his work, his dangerous missions, the weight of being the Head of the Aurors. But you hadn’t expected the dark turn your life had taken, the visions that plagued you relentlessly since you were a seer, threatening to tear your mind apart. And then he had come.

Grindelwald had offered what no one else could—a way to control your visions, to make sense of them, to harness their power. You knew Theseus would never understand. He couldn’t. He had sworn his life to the Ministry, to stopping men like Grindelwald. And you… you couldn’t bear to drag him into this darkness.

You took a deep breath, feeling the cold of the night pressing in through the open window behind you. The time had come. There was no turning back now.

Theseus glanced up at you, offering a tired but loving smile, unaware of the storm about to descend. “Everything alright?” He asked softly, concern flickering in his eyes as he noticed the tears threatening to spill from yours.

Your voice had caught in your throat, and you had to force yourself to move, to take that final step toward him. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you raised your wand. “Obliviate.”

The word left your lips before you could stop it, your wand casting the spell with a soft glow. His eyes widened for a brief second before the magic took hold, his memories unraveling in front of you.

He blinked, looking around the room, then at you, with no recognition in his eyes. He didn’t know you anymore. You were nothing but a stranger. “I—” He hesitated. “Can I help you with something?”