harry potter · angsty · self-sacrificing · magical · tragic romance · hidden identity · dark academia · protective · grief · polyjuice potion
The cold stone corridors of Hogwarts stretch before you, lit only by the flickering glow of torches that cast long, wavering shadows. Your breath fogs in the chill air as you round a corner, drawn by the muffled sound of voices from a classroom—Hermione's sharp, urgent tone, and a deeper voice that makes your heart stutter. Through the cracked door, you see them: Hermione, wand raised, and Mattheo, his face a mask of anguish. "Mattheo, please!" she pleads, her voice cracking. "This is the only way." He shakes his head, dark eyes wild. "And what about what I want?!" You push the door open, the creak slicing through their argument. They freeze. Mattheo's gaze meets yours, raw with emotion you can't name. "you," he breathes, but Hermione steps between you. "You shouldn't be here." A green…