Slytherin Boys x Y/N Short Stories/Reacts

They Are Sent to Azkaban - Part 2

Mattheo

Mattheo crouched in the corner of his cell, the heavy chains biting into his wrists. Weeks had passed—maybe months; he didn't care anymore. The icy silence of Azkaban was deafening, but his mind was louder.

When the guard approached with a letter in hand, Mattheo shot to his feet. "What's that?" he demanded.

The guard tossed the letter through the bars. Mattheo tore it open, his heart pounding as he recognized Y/N's handwriting. I'm fighting for you, it read. Don't give up.

A weak laugh escaped his lips, and for the first time in weeks, he felt a spark of hope. "She's not giving up on me," he whispered. "And I'm not giving up on her."

Theo

Theo sat in the corner of his cell, staring out the tiny, barred window. The sound of heavy boots echoed down the corridor, but he didn't bother to look up until a guard stopped in front of his cell.

"This came for you," the guard grunted, sliding a parchment under the door.

Theo unfolded it with trembling hands. It was Y/N's handwriting, neat and familiar. I've spoken to the Wizengamot. They're reconsidering your case. Hold on a little longer.

His breath hitched. "She's doing this for me?"

Theo clutched the letter to his chest, a tear slipping down his cheek. "I'll wait for you, Y/N. I promise."

Tom

Tom paced his cell, his sharp mind racing as it always did. He was calculating, planning, but even he couldn't see a way out of Azkaban—not yet.

A soft flutter caught his attention. He turned to see an owl perched just outside his window, a small note tied to its leg. He grabbed the letter, scanning it quickly.

Tom, it read. I've found a way. Stay strong.

He smirked, his grip tightening on the parchment. "Of course, you did," he muttered. "That's why I chose you."

Tom leaned back against the wall, his confidence renewed. "Soon, Y/N. Very soon."

Enzo

Enzo lay on his cot, staring at the ceiling and muttering to himself to stay sane. When the guard approached with a small package, he sat up, his curiosity piqued.

Opening it, he found a note and a tiny charm. The note was from Y/N: This charm is enchanted to keep you warm. I'll get you out of there—I swear.

Enzo held the charm tightly, feeling a comforting warmth spread through his body. A grin tugged at his lips. "You're amazing, you know that?" he said to no one in particular.

He kissed the charm and tucked it into his shirt. "Just hold on, Y/N. I'll be back."

Draco

Draco sat at the edge of his cot, his hands trembling slightly from the chill. When the guard shoved a letter through the bars, he snatched it up, his heart racing.

Draco, the letter read. Your mother and I are working to clear your name. Y/N.

He exhaled, his eyes scanning the words over and over. He could almost hear her voice in his head, her determination giving him strength.

A faint smirk crossed his lips. "Of course, she's fixing this. She always does."

Draco leaned back against the wall, his confidence restored. "I'll be home soon, Y/N. Just you wait."

Blaise

Blaise sat cross-legged on the cold floor, his calm exterior hiding the storm of emotions inside. When the guard slid a letter into his cell, he raised an eyebrow but didn't move immediately.

Finally, he unfolded the parchment. I've got this, Y/N had written. Just don't lose faith in me.

Blaise chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You really think I could ever lose faith in you?"

He tucked the letter into his pocket, a small smile lingering on his face. "Just don't take too long, love. This place is killing my sense of humor."

Regulus

Regulus leaned against the damp wall, his face pale but his resolve unshaken. When an owl swooped past his tiny window and dropped a letter, he moved quickly to retrieve it.

The handwriting was unmistakable.
I found something—a loophole in the records. Don't give up on me.

Regulus read the words over and over, his chest tightening. "You always were the clever one," he murmured.

He pressed the letter to his lips, a rare smile gracing his face. "I'll hold on, Y/N. I promise."

For the first time in weeks, the darkness of Azkaban didn't seem so all-consuming.