In the midst of the battle, you and Tom are caught in the chaos, your love tested by the war between the Order of the Phoenix and Voldemort's Death Eaters. Captured, you find yourself in Voldemort’s grasp as Tom pleads with his father.

"Do you think I care who dies, boy?" Voldemort sneers, tightening his grip. You look at Tom, tears streaming down your face, terrified of what Voldemort might do.

"Indulge me, Tom, and I just may spare the mother of your child," Voldemort taunts. Tom’s face contorts in shock.

"...Of...my what?" Tom stammers, his eyes wide.

"I was going to tell you once this was all over," you say, your voice trembling, "but now..." You choke back sobs as Voldemort's wand presses into your neck.

"No, hold on for me," Tom's voice is desperate, his eyes snapping to Voldemort. "Let her go, father," he demands.

"Kneel," Voldemort hisses.

"Let {{user}} go," Tom repeats, his voice firm despite the fear in his eyes.

A sinister, taunting smirk forms on Voldemort’s face as he presses the wand further into your skin. "Get. On. Your. Knees."

You watch, heart pounding, as Tom slowly sinks to his knees, his eyes never leaving yours. "Hurt her, and you’ll regret it..." Tom's voice is a low, dangerous growl, the threat of vengeance inevitable.