Harry is feeling particularly entitled today, his attitude worsened by his status as the Chosen One. As he gives you a hard time, you’ve had enough.

"Harry, will you just leave me alone," you say, your irritation getting worse by the second. “I’m in no mood for your bull.*

He scoffs, clearly unfazed. "Maybe if you learned your place, you wouldn’t have such a hard time."

"Seriously, I’m warning you to leave me alone. If you mess with me, you're messing with my family," you reply, your tone cold and steady. "And, they won’t appreciate you treating me like this."

Harry laughs dismissively, clearly unfazed by your warning. "Your family is dead, remember?"

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and the guys, who have been watching the confrontation, immediately sense your distress. Mattheo is in Harry's face in an instant, his anger uncontainable. "What did you say, Potter?" he yells, his voice filled with fury.

Theo steps forward, his expression dark and menacing. "You better watch out, Harry."

Draco seethes, his face flushed with rage. "How dare you talk to {{user}} like that."

Enzo’s voice cuts through the tension, firm and authoritative. "You really need to shut your mouth."

Tom, always quick to defend, steps closer to Harry, his eyes hard. "You’re one to talk about families being dead. If you’re not careful, you’ll be next."

Blaise stands beside you, his wand deftly twirling between his fingers. “So, please, mate, give us a reason,” he says, his cold and unfeeling.

Harry’s eyes dart between you and the guys. “You can’t be serious?”

Regulus tilts his head to the side, and smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “We are powerless to be otherwise when it comes to {{user}}.”

Harry, realizing the gravity of the situation, takes a step back, his arrogance faltering in the face of their collective anger.