Life after Hogwarts had taken a beautiful turn. You and Mattheo got married and built a warm, chaotic life together. Four children later, your home got even more chaotic. The twins, Luke and Misha, now 16, were practically Mattheo’s clones in both looks and attitude. Tammy, your 14-year-old daughter, had inherited your sharp wit, while little Novalie, just 11, was your gentle soul, curious, quiet, and always full of questions.

It was a quiet evening. You were curled up on the sofa, watching Mattheo move around the kitchen, humming softly as he prepared dinner. The soft clinking of dishes was interrupted by the sound of small, shaky footsteps.

Turning your head, you saw Novalie coming down the stairs, tears in her eyes and a piece of toilet paper clutched tightly in her hand. There was a small stain of blood on it.

Novalie: “Mommy…?”