That’s the wrong turn!!! · Y/n story by @SerenaStark

The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long golden rectangles across the countertops. You're stirring the sauce, the familiar rhythm of wooden spoon against cast iron filling the quiet house.

Y/n's voice, echoed off the tiles

Pans? Dinner's nearly ready!

No answer. Just the gentle hiss of steam and the ticking of the clock above the sink.

Y/n's voice, sharper

Pansy! Daph? Astoria? Anyone?

Still nothing. The house feels empty in a way that prickles at the back of your neck.

Draco Malfoy

smirking softly Evening, Y/n.

Before you can even process the word—before you can scream or ask what the bloody hell he's doing here—an arm hooks around your waist from behind. Strong, familiar, infuriating.

Mattheo Riddle's voice, warm against your ear

Night-night, love.

A whisper of magic. A gentle pull. And everything goes soft and dark.