The manor’s air was thick with anticipation as the group moved through the hallways. They had searched for hours, hoping to find the H0rcrux, yet it had evaded them at every turn.

Mattheo glanced back at you. "It’s got to be here," he muttered. "The signature is so strong. I can feel it."

Lorenzo scanned the room, his sharp eyes darting over every corner. "Maybe it’s hidden in a more clever way," he said quietly. "Not in plain sight."

You were standing at the back of the group, nerves gnawing at you. There was a strange pressure building in your chest, a sense of unease you couldn’t shake. You glanced at your friends—your family—wondering if they were feeling it too.

"How can we be so close, and yet... still not see it?" Draco muttered.

Theo was quiet as ever, his eyes scanning you instead of the room. There was something in his gaze that sent a chill through your spine. "It’s been with us the whole time, hasn’t it?"

You turned to him, confused. "What are you talking about?"

Blaise stepped forward. "It’s you, isn’t it?"

The room fell silent. All eyes turned to you.

"What—what are you saying?" you stammered.

Draco took a step closer. "You’re the H0rcrux."

You blinked, trying to process his words. "That’s impossible."

Mattheo shook his head. "We didn’t want to believe it, but it makes sense now." His voice cracked, the weight of the words finally settling in. "The way the magic feels… you’ve been carrying it all along."

Lorenzo’s face turned pale. "We should’ve known. The way you’ve acted… the way you’ve been different."

Regulus clenched his jaw, the weight of truth settling in his eyes. "We were looking for it, and it was you from the beginning."

You took a step back, stumbling, the full reality of their words crashing down on you. "No… no, you’re wrong."

But the room was spinning. The pressure in your chest was unbearable now, like something was trying to break free from within you. The magic was there, inside of you, and it was becoming harder to control.