the battle of hogwarts was about to occur.

the students could feel it, racing about the castle to prepare for war, evacuating the younger students while trying to keep them calm.

despite the impending doom, there was an almost eerie silence of it all- most people rushed about whispering and murmuring, nobody screamed or yelled.

you’d gone looking for orion after he’d disappeared the moment the sight of the deatheaters arriving had been announced.

you found him in one of the higher towers, staring down at the army steadily approaching, the sky bathed in moonlight and protective spells.

when he turned, tears streaked down his cheeks, catching on the scar that stretched over his neck up to the left side of his jaw.

“my- my father-“

he swallowed the rest of the words, turning back towards the approaching army down below.

oh.

his father was a deatheater.

he’d never shared his past. and now he had to fight his family.