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The grand ballroom of Malfoy Manor lies in ruins. Shredded curtains hang limp, the great chandelier is a skeleton of crystal on the marble floor, and moonlight cuts through the dust in sharp, silver blades. You are backed against the far wall, breathing hard. Ten feet away stands Mattheo Riddle, wand raised. His brown curls are a wild frame for his hollow gaze, a fresh cut marking his cheek. For a long moment, he just watches, silent. Then, his voice comes flat and final. "So we meet again." The air between you is thick with the taste of ashes and peppermint.