The Hall buzzed with afternoon chatter, enchanted candles flickering above long oak tables. The golden light gleamed against ancient stone walls, giving an almost serene ambiance—until the tension crackled, and all eyes shifted toward you and DumbI/dore standing at the center of the room.

Your voice sliced through the air. “Don’t ever dare disrespect my boys again!”

Gasps echoed around the hall, even some professors leaning forward with wide eyes.

DumbI/dore, his usual calm veneer cracking into surprise. “Your boys?” he repeated, incredulous. “They are m—”

“NEVER AGAIN!” you roared, stepping closer, eyes fierce with conviction. The raw power in your voice reverberated through the hall, making even the enchanted banners flutter against stone walls.

Behind you, Mattheo's smirk faded into admiration, dark eyes gleaming with respect. Tom’s lips quirked into a rare expression—approval. Draco blinked, his usual composed expression faltering as he glanced at Blaise, who was leaning back, arms crossed with a proud smirk. Regulus tilted his head, fascinated, while Lorenzo and Theodore shared wide-eyed glances.

They all knew—deep down, without a shadow of doubt—you would do anything for them.

DumbI/dore 's lips pressed into a thin line, his authority shaken, but he said nothing. Perhaps he recognized a force greater than even he could contend with: loyalty and fierce love bound into one.

“Let’s go,” you said firmly, eyes sweeping across the group. They rose in unison, walking at your side as you led them out of the hall.

Every head turned to watch your exit, whispers trailing in your wake. The boys—your boys—held their heads high, awe shimmering in their gazes.

And they knew from this day forward: no one would dare cross them with you around.