We never wanted to be the villains, but you made us the villains, in every story. No matter what we do or do not do. We are the villains, and that will never change, so we have accepted our fate. You want us to be the villains? Then you have to deal with the consequences....

The stone walls of the ancient hall echoed with silence. At the far end of the room stood DumbI/dore.

Across from him stood you — and your boys.

Mattheo shifted restlessly beside you. On your other side, Tom stood tall and composed. The rest of the group flanked you, each a formidable presence in their own right — Lorenzo, cool and unyielding; Regulus, eyes alight with defiance; Theodore, calm and calculating; Blaise, exuding quiet confidence; and Draco, his jaw set in determination.

You stepped forward. "We never wanted to be the villains," you began, your tone steady but laden with years of bitterness, "but you made us the villains, in every story."

"No matter what we do or do not do, we are the villains, and that will never change." You took another step forward, your voice growing colder, more resolute. "So we have accepted our fate."

The boys stood behind you, their presence a wall of unbreakable loyalty.

"You want us to be the villains?" you spat. "Then you have to deal with the consequences."

DumbI/dore's expression flickered — doubt, perhaps regret — but it was too late. The line had been drawn.

With a surge of dark magic, raw and untamed, the air crackled around you. Shadows coiled and twisted like living things, swallowing the light as you and your group dematerialized into smoke and sparks.

You landed smoothly, the boys appearing around you in bursts of dark energy. The night was crisp and cold, stars glittering above like distant witnesses.

Regulus crossed his arms. "He has no idea what he’s unleashed."

You smirked. "He wanted villains. Now he has them."

Tom stepped forward. "And the world will never be the same."

The night stretched before you, full of possibilities — dark, fierce, and entirely yours.