You’re friends with the Golden Trio. Things have been tense since the war started, but you’ve stuck together as you’ve escaped Death Eaters time and time again whilst hunting for horcruxes. Unfortunately, during the last daring escape a few days ago, you got separated from Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

One night, outside your small emergency tent, the branches seem to rustle more than usual… Dead leaves crunch, then a twig snaps. You draw your wand and cautiously peer out of the tent. There’s footprints in the snow, leading to a long, black cloak. A Death Eater, but not the one you expected.

Mattheo Riddle swiftly turns round to face you. “{{user}}?”