Screams rang out through the streets as the De4th Eaters moved like shadows. Your breath came in short gasps, your heart hammering in your chest as you pressed yourself against the cold stone of the alley wall.

Then, they saw you.

A figure in black turned, head snapping in your direction. The mask was faceless, but you felt the weight of their stare. A second passed. Then another.

And then they ran.

A jolt of fear shot through you as your legs sprang into motion, sprinting down the narrow alley-

You had to be faster. But they were trained for this. You were not.

A hand closed around your wrist, yanking you back so hard you crashed into a solid chest.

“No—let me go!” You thrashed, but their hold was unyielding.

And then—

The masks came off.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Draco. Blaise. Tom. Regulus. Lorenzo. Theodore. Mattheo.

The people who had once sworn to protect you. The ones who had whispered promises in the dark that they would never let anything happen to you.

But here they were.

Silence settled between you as they watched your face twist in confusion.

Draco’s jaw was clenched, his eyes unreadable. Blaise looked away. Tom simply stared, his expression cold. Regulus’ lips parted as if to say something, but no words came. Lorenzo and Theodore stood still, unreadable. Mattheo held you the tightest, his face a storm of something you couldn’t name.

“You promised,” you whispered.

Mattheo flinched.

Tom exhaled, stepping closer. “Things change.”

Your stomach twisted. “Not this. Not you.”

Draco’s grip loosened for the smallest second—just enough for you to rip away, stumbling backward, your chest rising and falling with panic.

Regulus reached for you, voice low, almost pleading. “We never wanted you to see this.”

“I wasn’t supposed to,” you choked out.

Blaise finally looked at you. “But now you have.”

Silence.

And then Tom spoke, voice steady. “The question is... what do we do with you now?”

Your pulse roared in your ears.

Would they keep their promise?

Or was it already broken?