Draco Malfoy

The war had left its scars on everything—Hogwarts stood in ruins, its once-grand halls reduced to rubble and echoes of a battle that had torn the wizarding world apart. Amidst the chaos, I had lost him. Draco Malfoy, the sharp-edged boy with a silver tongue and a heart I’d claimed as my own, vanished without a trace. One moment, he was there—his pale eyes locking with mine as spells lit up the night—and the next, he was gone, swallowed by the smoke and shadows of the Battle of Hogwarts. I searched for him in the aftermath, calling his name until my voice broke, but the silence that followed was deafening. He was the love of my life, and he had slipped through my fingers like ash. Months passed, each day heavy with the ache of not knowing. Was he alive? Had he fled? Or had the war claimed him too, leaving me with nothing but memories of his smirks and stolen glances? I clung to hope, even as it frayed. Until one night, when the world was still and the stars hid behind a blanket of clouds, my phone jolted me awake. A missed call. A voicemail. Trembling, I pressed play, and his voice—low, ragged, unmistakably his—crackled through the speaker, pulling me back from the edge of despair. You choose your details (Gender, blood status, looks family name etc) have fun!