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Ollie moved briskly through the dim hallway of the Dauntless compound, her shoulders tense and her boots thudding against the concrete floor. The chill in the air made her pull her jacket tighter. Something felt... off.

She passed under the flickering overhead lights when suddenly:

Hands.

Rough and fast — grabbing her arms, shoving her back into the wall. A sharp cry left her lips as three masked men surrounded her.

"What the hell? Get off me!" Ollie snapped, twisting violently as one tried to grab her wrists.

Gasps echoed through Hogwarts as Ollie was ambushed, her family and William frozen in horror, their worry etched into every wide-eyed stare and clenched jaw.

She managed to land a kick into one of their legs, sending him stumbling back. Another tried to grab her from behind, but she elbowed him sharply in the ribs. They wrestled her toward the hallway's end, where the sound of roaring water echoed louder — the chasm.

She fought like hell.

"Let GO of me!" she screamed, clawing at the hands dragging her.

In the struggle, her fingers caught the edge of a mask — she yanked.

The mask fell away.

"Al?" she breathed, her voice breaking with disbelief.

Al looked away, saying nothing.

"What," she spat, trying to pull back — but they were stronger. They dragged her closer to the edge.

"Do it!" one barked. "Get her over!"

Her boots scraped desperately against the floor as the black drop of the chasm yawned before her.

"HEY!"

A voice like thunder cracked through the hallway.

Four appeared like a storm, eyes blazing. Before Ollie could blink, he was in motion — he shoved her behind him, between the wall and his body, shielding her from the ledge.

She stumbled back out of the way, her heart pounding, breath ragged.

Four turned on the masked men with brutal efficiency. One lunged — Four knocked him out cold with a single blow. The second swung and missed, catching a knee to the gut and then a punch to the face. The third tried to run, but Four tackled him, slamming him into the wall.

Silence fell.

All three attackers lay unconscious.

Four turned to Ollie, who was now sitting against the wall, arms wrapped tightly around her knees, shaking slightly. She looked up at him, her usual fire dimmed but not gone.

"You all right?" he asked, his voice rough but gentle.

She nodded once, eyes sharp and wet. "Yeah... yeah."

But as he looked into her eyes — vulnerable, betrayed — he realized something with cold certainty: one of her deepest fears wasn't pain or death.

It was betrayal.

And it had just come to life.

He reached out a hand, steady and sure. Ollie took it, letting him pull her to her feet.

Four glanced once more at the unconscious figures behind them, then looked back at her with quiet intensity.

"Come on. Let's go." he said, his voice low but protective.

And without another word, they walked away from the edge — together.

Lily clutched James's arm, eyes wide with fear. "James — did you see that? They were trying to throw her over the edge!" James's jaw tightened, his voice low and furious. "If Four hadn't shown up when he did..." He exhaled sharply. "She's just a kid. Our kid."

Ollie sat quietly on the edge of Four's bed, her knees pulled to her chest. The dim light caught the angry bruises blooming across her arms, the shallow cuts on her hands, and the tear in her shirt from the fight. She didn't flinch when the door creaked open — she was too exhausted for that.

Four stepped in, took one look at her, and crossed the room without a word. He grabbed a jumper from a small drawer and handed it to her gently.

"Here, put this on," he said, his voice soft.

"Thanks," Ollie mumbled, taking it and tugging it over her head.

"You'll be safe here," he added, kneeling by a basin as he soaked a cloth. The metal clattered slightly as he wrung it out.

Ollie winced as he gently took her hand, the blood and grime from the night still fresh.

"Sorry," he said, meeting her eyes.

"It's okay," she whispered. "I can't believe it was Al..."

Four kept working, his jaw tight. "You're moving up through the ranks, and he's falling behind. It makes him hate himself... and it makes him hate you. He's afraid."

Ollie sighed, brushing hair from her face. "Everyone's afraid."

Four sighed, wrapping her hand. "But fear does something strange to people like Al." He looked at her, more gently now. "But not you. Fear doesn't shut you down — it wakes you up. I've seen it."

There was a pause between them, the quiet buzzing in the walls filling the space.

"You should lie down," Four said, standing and stepping back. "Get some sleep."

Ollie looked around, skeptical. "On your bed?"

He gave a small smirk. "I'll take the floor."

Four and Ollie shippers couldn't help but giggle, clutching their hearts at the sweet moment — the jumper, the bandages, the floor-bed offer... it was everything.

James crossed his arms with a scowl, muttering to Lily, "I don't care how nice he is with bandages — I don't want him anywhere near our daughter."

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A/N

I wrote another chapter be proud of me 😘
I also keep forgetting William is a character and I need to give him more screen time
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