Like a sweet post-battle melody, the wizarding world tries to guide its wounds towards healing, clinging to the fragile promise of a new equilibrium.
In the wake of the Battle of Hogwarts, ten years of calm have passed, giving the impression of a fr...
Have you ever thought that life could end now, that maybe it wouldn't matter?
To have received enough love and to have given as much, to know that your presence on this earth would have at least had some impact. Had I reached a point where the end would not be meaningless?
Recent events had turned my reality upside down, and the darkness of my life seemed to reflect the uncertainty of my situation. My thoughts swirled, carried away by the tumult of emotions.
Physical and emotional exhaustion overwhelmed me, adding an unbearable weight to my heart.
Yet a glimmer of resilience persisted, guided by Mattheo's worried calls that seemed to float in the void, both real and uncertain.
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I slowly opened my eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the dim light in the room. Trying to stand up, I was overcome by weakness and a searing pain from the wound on my head. My hand brushed the sore area, revealing a faint trace of blood.
How long had I been unconscious?
The cold ground accentuated the reality of my situation. Moving cautiously, I glanced around me. The room, with a gloomy atmosphere, seemed to be the main hall of a manor or castle.
The only light came from candelabras and candles.
A scream of horror escaped my lips as I looked up to discover a huge painting of Voldemort enthroned in the middle of the room.
The sinister presence of the one called the Dark Lord cast a menacing shadow over the place, adding a new dimension to my anxiety.
The situation was taking a darker and more complex turn than I had imagined.
"Val, look at me."
My eyes quickly went to Mattheo, tied to a chair, his face marked with traces of blood. In his eyes I could see a range of emotions - worry, fear, insecurity.
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Those eyes that had looked at me with such love and understanding now seemed to reflect vulnerability and anguish. My heart sank as I saw the state he was in, a deep anxiety taking root within me.
