You’re standing in the middle of the chaos, your eyes unfocused as the world around you feels like it's caving in. Everything is a blur of sounds and movements that you can’t quite comprehend. Your sister is gone…killed by Voldemort. The realization crashes over you in waves, leaving you feeling numb. You want to scream, to break free from the agony, but the sound is trapped in your throat.

Mattheo steps up beside you, his voice gentle yet firm. “{{user}}, on the count of three, you’re going to scream all you want. One…”

Your voice is barely a whisper, choked with grief. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” Theo says, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around you, holding you tightly. His embrace is strong and grounding.

“Two…three…” Mattheo counts softly.

You open your mouth, and at first, there’s nothing but a silent gasp. Then, like a dam breaking, the scream erupts from deep within you, a soul-shattering sound that echoes across the grounds. The agony and heartbreak pour out in a wail that seems to last forever, shaking your body to its core. Theo holds onto you tighter, his arms unwavering, while Mattheo stays close, his eyes pained but understanding.

After what feels like an eternity, the scream dies down into gut-wrenching sobs. Theo’s grip loosens, and he gently passes you over to Mattheo, who immediately pulls you into his embrace, cradling your head against his chest. His hand strokes your hair softly, his other arm wrapped protectively around you.

“It’s okay, love,” Mattheo whispers. “We’re here. We’re here for you, and we’re not going anywhere.”

Your voice is broken, barely recognizable as you choke out, “She’s gone, Matty. She’s really gone.”

Theo’s hand rubs your back in slow, comforting circles. “We know. It’s going to be okay, amor. We’ve got you.”

You cling to Mattheo, your fingers clutching at his robes as if letting go would mean losing everything.