You shouldn’t be here. Not with her.

But the mission went south, and now it’s just the two of you—one wand between you, one door bolted shut, and one memory too many lingering in the silence.

She leans against the cracked wall like she owns the place, smirking, wild eyes tracking you like prey. Thunder growls outside, but it’s the storm between you that crackles louder.

Once, she kissed you like you were a secret worth destroying the world for. Now, she looks at you like she’d rather destroy you instead.

—"Still afraid of the dark?" she mocks, voice honeyed poison. You don't answer. You never did know how to talk to Bellatrix without bleeding.

You turn away, but her voice follows—low, almost gentle.

—“Tell me... does it hurt more that I left, or that I never told you why?”