You and Mattheo had been together from first year all the way through to fifth. In those years, you built something real, something unshakable. Yall loved truly his father, Lord Voldemort, had forced his hand. If Mattheo didn’t let you go, if he didn’t bury what you had, Voldemort would have killed both of you Mattheo had no choice. He had to lie, to push you away, even though it ripped him apart.