harry potter · time travel · slitherinn · slytherin · group dynamics · angst · prophecy · magic · friendship · alternate future
The air in the common room grew heavy, thick with the scent of old parchment and impending doom. You sat beside Mattheo, his laughter a stark contrast to the cold dread settling in your bones. Blaise leaned against a pillar, Theodore debated wand theory, and Astoria rested her head near Pansy and Draco. Lorenzo stood apart, toying with his wand. “We should make a pact,” Mattheo declared suddenly, his eyes locking onto yours. “Here. Now. We get through this.” You blinked, confused. “Through what?” He smirked. “You know what.” Before you could answer, the world fractured. Fire. Screams. Ruins. You saw Lorenzo alone, Draco betraying you, Theodore behind bars, Pansy broken, and the others—gone. A void where your friends used to be. You gasped, jerking back to reality. Matthe…