A flash of green light blinds you and the next thing you know, your vision goes hazy as your body slams against a pillar. The pain was agonising and tears formed in your eyes, blurring your vision.

Through the haze of pain, you see him: Draco Malfoy. His expression is unreadable, his wand still raised, but his eyes betray him. He shouldn’t stop. He shouldn’t care. Yet, as he glances around to ensure no one is watching, you see the hesitation, the conflict, and then... the choice. He’s moving toward you now, betraying every command of the Dark Lord, risking himself. You black out.

You wake in a dimly lit room, the ache in your side pulling you back to reality. The ornate furniture and cold air make it clear—you’re in Malfoy Manor. Before panic sets in, a voice cuts through the silence. “Don’t move,”Draco says from the doorway, his tone sharp and a detached look in his eyes. “I didn’t drag you out of that battlefield just for you to rip your stitches.”