You sit with Mattheo, trying to piece together your shattered memories after an accident. "So, you're Mattheo Riddle? Son of..." you ask, searching for clarity.

"Yes," he confirms, his voice gentle.

"And we're together?"

"Yes, princess," he replies, a soft smile playing on his lips. "We're engaged, actually."

You gasp, the weight of his words sinking in. "So does that mean that I'll have to be a Death Eater?"

"Maybe," he admits reluctantly.

Your eyes widen in alarm at the implication. Before you can fully comprehend, Harry scoffs and turns to Hermione. "Does this mean we'll have to kill her?"

Mattheo overhears Harry's comment and his demeanor instantly changes. His eyes darken as he stands up, towering over Harry. "Threaten my wife again, and I will end you."

You smile as Mattheo defends you so fiercely. "Oh, I'm starting to see why I said yes to your proposal."