The chaos of the Battle of Hogwarts raged around you, the air thick with smoke and the deafening sounds of spells colliding, walls crumbling, and distant cries of victory and despair. The Great Hall had become a battlefield, littered with shattered tables and the wounded lying in makeshift shelters.

Suddenly, Voldemort's dark, malevolent voice boomed across the castle, echoing through every corridor and shattered window.

"Enough!" he commanded, his tone dripping with mockery and triumph. "I have a surprise for you all… a betrayal from within your ranks! Come forth, my loyal servant. Show them the truth."

Every gaze turned to you, the weight of a thousand stares pressing down, the air growing suffocatingly thick. Time seemed to slow as you stepped forward, each movement heavy with the inevitability of what was to come. Disbelief etched itself on the faces of your friends and comrades, their expressions shifting from confusion to horror as realization dawned.

Voldemort’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. "There stands your traitor!"

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, followed by a wave of shock and disbelief. Harry Potter, standing near the front lines with a group of battered students, looked at you with wide, disbelieving eyes. "No… it can't be true!" he cried, his voice cracking. He stepped forward, hands trembling. "This has to be a lie! Tell him he's lying!"

Around him, familiar faces—Hermione, Ron, McGonagall—wore expressions of disbelief, their eyes filled with a mixture of betrayal and denial. Some shook their heads, refusing to accept the accusation, while others stood frozen, their minds struggling to comprehend the revelation. It felt as if the very foundation of their world had been shattered.

Tears of frustration and confusion welled up in some of your former comrades' eyes, while others stared at you with a mix of betrayal and rage. But the most painful sight was the look in Harry’s eyes—a desperate hope that this was some kind of cruel trick.