Isla swallowed her sob.

She kept it so deep down her chest that she thought her lungs would collapse by the violent pressure.

She wanted to cry. She wanted to fall to her knees and scream.

She couldn't do that.

Don't give up now. Don't give up now. Don't give up now.

She couldn't give up, no matter how hard it lived to be. No matter how much she simply wished to surrender and run and find freedom with the two broken souls that kept hers whole — she couldn't.

Blaise didn't have his memories left. Ava was alone to mend for herself. Leo wanted to take his lover's memories away. Mila was pregnant. Theo was sick. Draco was broken.

Isla was lost.

She didn't know how she was meant to keep them all together when she could barely do so with herself.

She was done.

She was done, and she had all the proof she needed with Blaise's vial. She could use this even if it broke her heart. She could use it even if Leo didn't approve, even if he would hate her.

Exhausted as she was in the early morning, she used the last pieces of her strength to apparate herself to the Ministry.

She needed to see the judge in Fred's trial. She didn't trust Mr. Green with this. She needed someone who would take her seriously and not bury the truth any longer, not when she'd seen what he'd done to both Blaise and Ava.

Walking over the street leading down to the Ministry, she halted and watched two figures moving towards her. Her heart stopped beating.

They found her.

Isla didn't even know they were looking for her. She'd completely forgotten the fact that she snuck out and that she left them behind in order to do this on her own.

She didn't know that they'd spent the whole night looking for her. She didn't know that they'd vowed their lives together to make sure she never lost hers.

Isla didn't think about what she put them through, and she couldn't think about it now.

She was tired. Isla was just so tired.

''Clarke!'' Draco growled out, storming towards her like never before. His steps were so aggressive, so severe that the paths of them echoed down the alley, ''God damn witch—''

He slowed down as the light of dawn struck her cheeks, and the cold look on his face was replaced with a startled one.

She'd been crying. The stains of tears still glistened even if she did everything she could to hold it in now.

Malfoy frowned as she shook her head, and without warning, Isla raised her wand towards him.

''Clarke,'' Draco said. His jaw was tight and sharp, and he stared her down, ''Put your fucking wand down, now.''

Isla shook her head again, her hair spilling wildly around her. She refused, ''No.''

Draco looked down at the tip of her wand before his gaze landed on her again, ''No? What the hell do you mean by that? Put your fucking wand down.''

''I can't.'' She kept shaking her head, ready to cry, ''I can't do that, Draco. You know I can't. You'll stop me. You'll stop this, and you'll stop me, and I can't have that right now.''

Her voice was uneven. Cracks and cuts of her aching heart shattered through it.

Theo stepped forward, standing by Draco's side. His eyes blasted in pain while feeling hers. He felt her pain. He knew this was hard for her, but something wasn't right. It was more than what she tried to portray it as.

He could tell that it was more than her wanting to save her friends. Theodore knew that girl like the back of his own hand. This was more than she made it out to be. He was sure of it.

''Please,'' Isla silently begged them, ''Let me do this. Let me fix this.''

''Malfoy,'' Theodore said, not once did he look away from their girl, ''Look.''

Draco snapped his head, looking confusingly at the brunet, ''What?''

''Look through her head.''

''What?'' Isla trembled breathlessly, ''No. Don't. Please.''

''Look.'' Theodore said again, ''Look through her head.''

''Nott, I don't think—'' Malfoy tried but in vain. He saw the clench in Theo's jaw. The way his eyes pierced through Isla. Theodore wouldn't change his mind, ''Don't make me do this. I promised her.''

''She promised us no more lies.'' Theodore cleared, harsher now, ''I want to know what she's planning to do.''

Draco looked back at Isla, ''Clarke. Just tell us, don't make me do this.''

Isla shook her head again. Silent tears fell from her doomed eyes. She didn't want them to know what she planned to do. She couldn't tell them. They would never forgive her for this.

They wouldn't look at her the same once they knew what she had thought of since the day Draco proposed that Leo and Mila should run.

Isla wanted to run.

That was her plan all along.

Isla planned to run.

She hadn't made her choice. She didn't speak of it because she was never going to go through with it in the first place.

Isla was going to disappear.

She couldn't do so until she finished the last piece of their puzzle. She couldn't leave them with the memory of her. They were both halves of her, but she was all of them. She couldn't let them go, knowing that they'd mourn her to death.

She didn't know how to make the last piece fit, not until Leo told her what he planned to do with Mila. He wanted to take her memories away.

That was her last piece.

When Isla was ready, she would make them forget her, and she would vanish from the face of the earth. She found a little town in the south of France where humankind barely existed. She would spend the rest of her days there, alone.

Isla had saved the keys Draco tried to destroy when he found out she was a Weasley because she wanted him to have a home once she was gone. She had them resorted and safely hidden in a box underneath their bed.

Isla knew how important home was to Draco, and she wanted him to have that when she couldn't be the home he needed.

She adopted Golden so Theodore wouldn't have to sleep alone ever again, so that he would have someone to take his pain away, someone to ease the ache of his cursed heart.

Isla had worked on her plan for months. She had plotted and researched. It was final. All being left was saving her friends from a life in misery. She didn't plan for it to happen now. She wasn't ready to let go just yet, but the reality of Mila being pregnant was it for her.

Isla couldn't wait any longer.

She had it all worked out. She knew what she wanted to do, and she was going through with it. This was the last step. This was the reason she didn't use Blaise's memories when Mila wanted her to do so. She needed them to set her friends free at the very end of it.

She was going to bargain their freedom, Leo and Mila's excuse out of the marriage law, and she was going to make sure that they lived happily ever after.

Then, she would go back home to her two boys and pretend like nothing until they'd fallen asleep. That was when she planned to hold them a little tighter.

She was going to tangle her fingers into Draco's hair, and she was going to kiss his forehead. He loved when she did that. She was going to let him nestle up against her neck and breathe her in for as long as he needed.

She was finally going to whisper that she loved him and that she knew how much he loved her. Even if he never said it, she always knew. She was going to whisper that she was sorry, that she knew he'd hate her for this, but she needed to do it anyway. That he would understand because he'd tried to do the same thing to her over and over.

Isla couldn't break their hearts by choosing one of them.

She would cry when she let go of him. Then she was going to turn around and let Theodore bleed her dry of comfort. Replace the pain scoring through his veins with her safety. She was going to kiss him, whisper how much she loved him against his warm skin, how she wished it could be different, how much more he deserved.

Finally, she would free herself from their arms, cast the spell, and take herself away from them. She would be free to vanish.

She wanted them to be free from her too, but that would never happen.

Because they were going to find out now, and they would never forgive her.

''I said, look,'' Theodore demanded. His voice was hard, ''This is more than Mila and Leo, Malfoy. I know it is.''

''Theo,'' Isla whispered. Still crying, ''Please.''

''Nott,'' Draco cleared his throat, looking away from Theo to see her instead. It was still dark around them, the night still crawled as dawn tried to rise, ''Don't—''

''Now.''

Isla looked at the ground. Disbelief rushed through her veins as she tried to think of a way out — what she could do to escape this and overrule the hold they had of her. She could try to run. She could try to sedate them.

Malfoy always caught her, and Theodore ever so stopped her from doing the things she would regret.

''No,'' Isla looked back up at them. Lie, she tried to lie, ''Please. I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything. Don't—''

Draco closed his eyes, and he did what he promised her not to do.

He looked through her head, and his eyes flayed wide the second he caught what she so desperately tried to hide.

''What do you see?'' Theodore asked. His eyes snapped between them as he dragged a nervous hand through his hair, ''Malfoy? What is she—''

It took Draco a moment, a brief moment where he just looked at her with so much betrayal in his eyes. This was worse than when he found out about her legacy.

''Nothing.'' Draco said, so dangerously low that it had her shaking, ''Nothing more than what we expected her to do.''

Isla had filled her head with her plan. That was all she thought about. She couldn't risk him finding out about Theodore and the evilness he had pouring through his veins.

She thought about her plan over and over.

How she wished to leave them as they slept, how she would take their memories away. She was doing everything she could to block his way, not to dig deeper, to simply find what she allowed him to.

Draco took a step back.

''What?'' Theodore shook his head, denial ripped through him like a firestorm, ''There has to be more. That's not all of it. I know it's not—''

''It is.'' Draco's voice was calm, so steady that Isla frowned, ''She has a vial with Zabini's memories, and she was going to hand it over to the ministry to clear Leo's name.''

''No,'' Theodore backed up, knowing that it was far from the truth, ''That's not all.''

''It fucking is,'' Draco swallowed something thick, and he pinned her down with the intensity of his eyes, ''But that's not going to work.''

Isla blinked her tears away.

''I need you to go and get every file the ministry has on Leo.'' Draco said, shooting a severe look over his shoulder, ''Now.''

''What?'' Theodore furrowed his brows, ''What good would that do?''

Draco rolled his shoulders, ''I did what you asked me to. I went through her head. Now you do what I ask you to. Go inside and get everything they have on Leo.''

''But why—''

''Fucking hell, Nott!'' Draco shouted as he aggressively turned around, facing the brunet, ''Just do as I fucking say, and meet us back at the house.''

''No,'' Theo stood his ground, folding his arms over his chest, ''Tell me why, and I'll do it.''

Malfoy frustratingly dragged his hands through his hair, tugging it back before his arms fell to his sides, ''Because I want to know what they have on him. I want to know if they think he'll run and where they think he'll go. I want to know what they have on him so that I can send him to a different place.''

''What?'' Isla picked her voice up, tightening her fingers around her wand, ''Why would you want to know that?''

''Because...'' Draco turned back to her with rage staining his silver eyes, ''He will obliviate Mila, and then he'll disappear.''

Theodore gritted his jaw and looked away, staring out over the shadows in the night as they reflected the ache he felt deep in his soul.

''Do what I asked, Nott. Right now.''

Not wanting to, Theodore lingered for another minute. Debating what Malfoy was asking of him. Somewhere, he knew that his best friend wouldn't ask this of him if he didn't have a reason to do so.

He was still sure that this went deeper than they both led on. He yet needed to trust them. Trust was all he had left. So he nodded, and he spun around, marching towards the ministry.

''No!'' Isla stepped towards Malfoy, ''You can't do that. You can't let him go in there. Leo can't—''

''You don't get to speak.'' Draco cut her off, ''You don't get to fucking speak, Clarke.''

Isla pushed her lips tight, still holding her wand aimed towards him.

Draco scoffed, and in a blink of an eye, he snatched her wand away from her. Draco wrapped both of his hands around it before breaking it in two.

There was a light of magic fading from the middle as he threw the pieces of her wand to the ground.

''Draco—'' Isla gasped, ''What did you do?''

''What did I do?'' He growled out, ''What the hell did you do? You selfish fucking witch.''

Isla had tears in her eyes again. She watched the pieces of her wand on the ground before she dared to look up at him again.

''I was trying to fix this!'' She yelled out, raising her voice, ''I was trying to give them away out! I was just... I was...''

''You were trying to make us forget about you,'' He countered. The width of his shoulders broadened even more as he tensed at his own words, ''You were going to run.''

''To save you!'' She breathed out, still with a high pitch, ''I was trying to do what's right. I was trying to save you two from all of this.''

''By leaving me?'' Draco's voice was even louder than hers, thundering down the street behind her, ''By fucking leaving me?''

Isla closed her eyes, trying to get rid of her tears.

''You said that you're mine,'' His eyes shaded in something pained. He was truly hurt by what she'd planned to do. It felt like his heart was breaking. His pulse was stressed just by the thought of her leaving them, ''You said that you are mine no matter how this ends, and then what? You were just going to walk away? You were going to leave me? Leave him?''

Her hand moved up her body, gripping her own throat to ease the hurtful lump growing in the back of it, ''I can't be with both of you! I can't choose both, and I did what I thought was right—''

''Well,'' Malfoy cut her off once more. Taking a step closer to her, he caught her jaw in the palm of his hand, and he forced her face up, ''Now you'll never be able to do so.''

Isla's chin was shaking against his hand, ''I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just doing what I thought was right. I thought this was what we all needed—''

''What you needed.'' He stated, ''You did what you thought was best for you. Don't you dare stand there and say that you're doing any of this for us.''

''Draco, just listen—''

''I need you.'' He said, harshly and the grip he held her jaw in tensed, ''I need you, and he needs you. You don't get to take that away from us, do you understand that?''

Tears rolled down her pale skin, dripping down to the spine of his hand, ''Draco...''

''No,'' He spat, ''I don't want to hear your fucking excuses. I want you to tell me that this is the last fucking time you pull absolute shit like this. I want you to tell me that you'll choose just like you're supposed to, and that's fucking final, Clarke.''

Her brows twisted. Her face shifted into a confused grimace.

''Tell me that you understand, Clarke.''

''But—''

''Tell me.''

Isla cried out as he tensed his grip on her even more, and he slammed her body against his own, ''Tell me right fucking now, or I swear to God that I will lock you up somewhere and make sure you'll never see the light of day again.''

''I promise!'' She cried out, ''I'm sorry. I'm sorry!''

''You never get to decide this for him or me. What we need will never be yours to decide. I might have done this to you in the past, but that has changed. You're mine. You're his, and you're mine, and you will never take the memory of you away from us.''

There was something in his eyes that darkened.

''I'd rather die with the memories of you than live a life without them. That's how serious I am. That's what you've done to me.''

She nodded. Her hair stuck to her tear-stained cheeks, ''I'm sorry, Draco. I'm sorry—''

''I don't want to hear it, Clarke.'' His tone dropped, becoming something heavy, ''The vial. Where is it?''

Isla felt ice stabbing through her veins at the change in his voice, the way his touch cooled over her jaw. Her eyes stared deeply into his, seeking to find the answer to what he wanted to do. She found nothing. He gave her nothing.

Draco had a high armor around himself at that moment because he knew what he had to do. That vial was what she had left, that was the one piece of evidence she still carried, and he needed to take that away.

Isla could stand there and promise him the world. He still wouldn't believe it. She could get down on her bare knees and beg. He wouldn't cave. Draco knew that she had more cards up her sleeve, and this wasn't the end of it.

She'd lied to him before. He couldn't let her try to leave again. He'd already taken her wand, robbed her of her magic. He needed to take that last piece. He still had to make it absolutely sure that she couldn't use it to bargain with the Minister.

Leo was nothing to him. Isla was everything.

Draco didn't care for the fact that Leo would have to obliviate Mila, that he had to escape and settle down somewhere across the world. He cared for Isla, and that was all he saw.

Malfoy couldn't risk her leaving him, taking herself away from him.

''Why?'' She whispered airily, ''Why do you need the vial?''

''I am going to help your friends.'' He lied, ''I just needed to get Nott out of here. I don't want him to know about what you planned to do, Clarke. He'll break if he knows that you tried to leave us.''

Isla nodded, and without thinking — she reached for the vial that was safely tucked into the hem of her skirt. She held it in her shaking hand, feeling how Draco let go of her chin.

Though she hesitated, she chose to believe him. He'd seen what she wanted to do. There wasn't more to lie about. She tried to trust him.

Isla shouldn't have.

The second she reached that tiny vial towards him, letting it fall to the palm of Malfoy's hand, he stepped back.

''Draco?'' Isla asked, confused, ''Draco, what are you—''

''This,'' He held it up between them, putting the fog in it on full display, ''This is what you need to bargain your way out of here. This could make the Minister give you what you want.''

''Draco...'' Isla raised her hand, gesturing for the vial, ''Don't.''

''This could make him hide you. This could be your way out.''

''This is their way out,'' Isla scowled. The burning tears in the brim of her eyes were threatening to fall again, ''It's for them. For Mila and Leo. For their baby.''

''I don't believe you.'' Draco breathed out with a crack of his heart, ''I wish I could, Clarke. I wish I could. I wish I could trust you with this.''

''Draco, don't—'' She begged him now, pleaded for him not to do what she believed he would do. She didn't have anything else over the Minister. She couldn't help her friends in another way, ''Please. Please don't do this. That's all that could help them be free.''

She was crying again. Draco didn't care.

''Please, Draco. I'll do anything. Just don't—'' She whimpered, silently as the dawn began to shade the skies above them, ''Don't do this to them.''

His jaw tightened, and he looked at her with so much lost hope. He didn't believe her.

''If you love me, Draco. You won't do this.''

''If you loved me, you wouldn't have planned this, Clarke! Why do you think I'm doing it?'' He said, coldly, ''Why the fuck do you think I'm doing this? I'm doing this because I can't live without you, and this could make you disappear. If not with bargaining, the Minister will have you killed for having it.''

He knew this was wrong. He knew that she wouldn't forgive him for this, but he didn't care. Draco had spent a year falling in love with her, and nothing, not even her friends, compared to that.

He couldn't risk losing her. He refused to.

''Please—''

''I won't apologize for needing you, for putting you above everyone else.'' Draco told, and before she could react, he dropped the vial to the ground.

''No!''

She didn't make it.

Isla threw herself to the ground, trying to catch it before it crashed to the stone he was standing on. She didn't have a chance.

The glass shattered, and the fog of what could've been Leo's redemption faded into the last seeps of the night.

Draco Malfoy once again took everything away from her.

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Isla spent the next few days locked up in Theodore's room. She didn't speak to Malfoy, and he barely spoke to her.

She was so mad, so frustrated with what he'd done, even if she, deep inside, realized that he did what he believed to be right.

She lied to them, over and over. She knew there would be consequences. She just wished they wouldn't harm Mila and Leo like it had done now.

He razed the only chance they had of freedom together, and forgiving him for that was hard.

He still lingered. Draco would go into their room, and he stood against the door. Silently glaring at her while she pretended to be asleep.

One night he even walked up to the bed, and he brushed his fingers over her hair while Theodore was in the shower.

Malfoy just needed to be close to her even if he knew she hated what he had done. He placed a kiss on the top of her head before he walked out.

She cried that entire night.

She cried because he hated him. She cried because she loved him. She cried and cried as Theodore did what he could to comfort her.

He ran his fingers over her bare arms, whispering all the things he knew she needed to hear. How much he loved her, how it will work out.

While Draco, he slept on the couch in the living room. He wanted to. He wanted to give her the space she needed to forgive him. What he'd done was inexcusable, even if he had his reasons for doing them.

He laid awake all night with Golden on his chest, and he damned himself. He was scared that he'd lose her over what he'd done. He was terrified that it was the last straw for her, but at least he'd be let down with the memory of her still intact.

He'd be lying if he said that he didn't hate her too for what she was going to do. He despised her for planning to make him forget her.

It was chaotic for all of them, and it was about turn even worse.

Isla stood in front of Leo in the living room.

Tears merged relentlessly from her eyes. She couldn't hold it back. She didn't even try to, knowing it would be in utter vain.

His mind was set.

She even told him about the vial of Blaise's memories, how she wanted to free them with it. He said that it was good that she didn't. He wouldn't have allowed her to. It wouldn't make a difference. He wanted to do this.

Leo wanted to give Mila a chance at a new life, away from all he'd put her through.

Isla apologized for what Draco had done, but Leo only smiled when she did. He said that it was for the better, that she should see it as an act of love.

That Malfoy chose her above everyone.

She wished she could see it that way. He said that she would, once she was ready.

Leo made her promise to forgive Malfoy. He tried to make her understand that she didn't have time to hate him. She had to choose, and she shouldn't spend her last days hating him.

He said she would regret it. She knew she would. She'd never forgive herself if she spent their last days despising him.

Now it was Leo she hated.

Isla hated him so much for doing this, even if she respected it — she would never agree with what he was about to do.

Leo smiled heartbreakingly as he reached his fist out for her, ''You need to take this.'' He said.

She took the vial in her hand, holding it tightly. It was his memories of him and Mila. "Leo..."

His hand lingered around hers, "Just in case she needs me again..." He said, breaking. Leo was breaking, and it didn't take long until he let go of her, "Show her that."

"Please—" Her voice shifted into something cracking, something that hurt, "You don't have to do this. You can leave, both of you, just like Draco planned. We'll help you—"

"She's pregnant."

Isla's breath hitched in the back of her throat. She knew it already, yet it ached, even more every time he spoke it. She lifted her gaze from the vial, and she met his pooling one.

"She's pregnant, Isla. I could never do this to her." He admitted.

She felt pain coursing through her, seeing her best friend bursting into silent tears. Pearls fell from his eyes. He didn't bother.

Leo took his hand, and he cupped it over the back of her head, pulling her in with his lips pressing against her temple, "I do have to do this because there's nothing in this world that girl doesn't deserve."

Quiet tears rolled down her own cheeks, and she shut her eyes. Isla breathed her best friend in, taking in every last part of him before he let go.

His fingers brushed over the sorrow falling from her eyes, and he slowly wiped it away, "She'll be safe with you and her grandmother. She doesn't have to hurt anymore."

Isla had seen a lot of her best friends during their years together, but she'd never seen this. She had never seen him this selfless. She'd never seen him rip himself apart for them all to be pieced together.

"Leo..." She whispered, trying to hold her hand over his, trying to make him stay. He didn't let her.

Instead, he took her hand to the vial she held, and he gave a faint smile. Wrapping both of her hands around the glass of his memories.

"Take care of them for me," He said, tremblingly, "I don't know anyone who could do that better than you."

She sobbed out. Her gaze crashed to the floor as he backed away from them, all of them.

"And you two, you better—" Leo broke out in tears, looking over her shoulder to the two boys standing behind her, "Both of you better take care of her."

Leo nodded towards Isla, watching how Theodore placed his hand on her shoulder and turned her around to bury her in his arms.

Leo weakly smiled at that.

Somewhere in the aching pain of all of this, he felt like it would be alright after all. They had each other, and Mila had them too.

He felt safe leaving his heart in the hands of that chaotic trio. His best friends. All of them.

"Go get her," Leo said as he looked down, wiping the tears away, "It's time."

Draco bowed his head, giving Isla and Theodore a pained glance before he disappeared out of the living room.

It didn't take long until all three of them heard Mila asking what this was about — if something had happened. Draco's hoarse voice mumbled something inaudible back, something neither of them caught.

Mila stepped into the room, confused and startled.

''Leo?'' She asked, ''Leo, are you crying?''

He inhaled sharply, looking up at her, ''Come here.''

Mila stumbled up to him without question, and she wrapped her arms around his waist. Leo let his hands move up her shaking frame, catching her jaws in the palms of them.

''Leo, what is going on? Did something happen?'' She asked as worry riddled her soft voice, ''Why is Isla crying?''

''Do you remember what I told you at the beginning of this year?''

She shook her head.

''I told you that this wasn't going to last. I told you that we could make the most of it while we still had the chance, but we had to let each other go eventually.'' He said.

Mila's breaths began pacing, ''Leo, I don't understand, stop speaking in tales and just tell me what happened.''

''I will never let you go.''

Isla buried herself against Theo's chest, muffling the sound of her cries. This was even more brutal than any type of goodbye she'd gone through because Leo was taking it all away from Mila while making her think that it was going to be alright.

''I don't... I don't understand.'' Mila looked back at Theodore and Draco, seeing how Isla stood moored to the brunet before her sight flew back to Leo, ''What is that supposed to mean?''

''It means that you're pregnant and that I want us to have a chance at real life.''

Even Malfoy had to look away now, knowing what he'd taken from them.

Leo leaned his forehead against Mila's, and he pushed his mouth to hers for a brief moment. He kissed her so slowly, a kiss that would follow them wherever they ended up.

''Are you...?'' Mila shook her head, catching her breath from his kiss, ''Are you saying what you think you're saying? Do you want us to run?''

Leo arched back up with a broken smile on his lips, ''I want us to run.''

Mila's mouth curved into a sweet smile, and the stressed feeling that had bolted inside slightly loosened, ''Seriously? You want us to run?''

''Seriously.'' He lied, ''I want us to run. You, me, and our baby.''

His hands dropped from her jaws, landing safely on her stomach. Her own touch followed, and both of them were holding the life they'd created.

''I love you, both of you, and I want us to have a chance.''

Isla quietly sobbed against Theo, feeling how he leaned back from her, and he grabbed Malfoy by his shoulder. The brunet dragged the blond closer, and he replaced himself with Draco.

Isla clung onto Draco like never before, and he couldn't do more than to cave right into it.

''I love you, Leo.'' Mila kept her smile, ''You, me and our baby.''

Leo's eyes flickered for so a second, and a slight nod tipped from his head. He was signaling for Theodore to do what he'd asked of him. Isla didn't have her wand, so Theodore was the one he wanted to perform the needed spell.

''You know that, right?'' Leo looked down at the girl standing in front of him, ''You know that I love you more than anything?''

Mila nodded. Confusion was back in her eyes, ''I know, Leo. I know that, and you know that I love you more, but it will be alright now. We'll go somewhere, and we'll be together.''

''We'll go somewhere, and we'll be together,'' He whispered. There were tears in his eyes now, and his hands came around her to pull her close to his chest, ''I am so sorry for this.''

Mila tensed in his arms, ''What?''

''Just know that I love you.''

''Leo, what are you—''

''Now.''

Theodore aimed the tip of his wand against the back of Mila's head, whispering, ''Obliviate.''

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