The air in Sever*s ’s office was suffocating, laden with tension as he paced before you, his dark robes billowing with each step.

“I gave you one rule,” he hissed. “Just one! A simple instruction that even a first-year could comprehend. Stay… away… from these boys!” He stopped abruptly, his gaze narrowing. “Which one of them is it?”

Your throat tightened, your heart pounding like a drum. There was no point in lying—not to your father.

“Mattheo,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

The name hung in the air like a detonated curse. For a moment, Sever*s’s expression was unreadable. Before you could say another word, Mattheo, who had been leaning casually against the doorframe, bolted down the hall.

Without another word, your father turned on his heel, his wand already in his hand.

“Don’t k/ll him, Father,” you pleaded. “Please!”

Sever*s didn’t respond. His dark silhouette disappeared through the doorway.

The silence that followed his departure was deafening. You turned back to the room, where the others had been silently observing the unfolding drama.

“Of course he will,” Draco said.

Theodore added with a smirk, “And all of this, just because Mattheo can’t keep his d/mn thing in his pants.”

Your hand instinctively moved to your belly, a subconscious gesture that didn’t go unnoticed.

You're pregnant.

Lorenzo straightened up. “We can’t just sit here. We need to help him.”

Draco scoffed, shaking his head. “Do you really want to mess with Sever*s? If that idi0t had listened to me, he wouldn’t be in this situation.”

Their words faded into the background as a surge of panic gripped you. You couldn’t wait for them to decide on a plan. Without a second thought, you darted out of the room, chasing after your father and Mattheo.

The castle's hallways seemed endless as you raced to the courtyard, where Sever*s stood with his wand raised, poised to cast the K/lling Curse. Mattheo, usually full of bravado, appeared pale and defenseless, his hands feebly raised.

What are you going to do?