“We will fight this,” she said. “Together.” Draco’s gaze locked onto hers, the storm inside him still raging—but now… it had direction. “We will bring back the boy you were,” she continued softly. “The one they tried to destroy.” His jaw tightened. Memories flickered—fractured, buried, but not gone. “You are not what they made you,” Selene said, her hand finding his again. “And we will not let the darkness win. Not over you. Not over any of this.” For a moment, the shadows around him stilled—not gone, but quieter, as if listening. Draco leaned closer, his voice low, controlled—but no longer empty. “They are beneath the keep,” he said. “Watching. Waiting.” Selene nodded. “Then we prepare.” A faint, dangerous resolve settled between them. War was no longer coming. It had already

