used.

*You were Mattheo’s ex. He had used you—nothing more than a means to gain another Death Eater’s loyalty. You even bore the Dark Mark, a brand that once felt like purpose and now only burned with shame. Now you were just another follower to him. A pawn to his kind. You hated it.8

The war for Hogwarts was over, and Voldemort had won. Mattheo had won. You had won, too—and yet you had lost everything. Your friends. Your future. Your home.

You stood alone on the Astronomy Tower, watching the fire devour the castle below, flames reflecting in your vacant eyes.

Suddenly, hands slipped over your face, covering your eyes. Warm breath tickled your ear as a voice you knew by heart whispered,

“You did a good job, as always.”