The day Dumbl/dore's army was formed, another group came together: a group against V0ldemort. No one could have expected to led by his own son, Mattheo. He gathered his closest friends, Theodore, Lorenzo, Draco, Blaise, Pansy and you, to establish a group to go against his father's De4th Eaters. They are... The De4th Defeaters. Two groups so different, and yet with the same enemies.

The Room of R3quirement had never felt so alive. This was where it all began.

Mattheo stood at the head of the table. “We all know why we’re here,” Mattheo began. “The world thinks they can only rely on Dumbl/dore and his g0lden trio to fight back against V0ldemort. But they’re wrong. There’s more to this fight than just them.”

Theodore leaned casually against the wall. “What you’re proposing, Mattheo, it’s madness. If anyone finds out we’re planning this…”

“Then they’ll call us traitors,” Lorenzo interjected. “But honestly? Who cares? If we do nothing, we’re as good as de4d anyway.”

Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “It’s not that simple. My family…”

“Your family is part of the problem, Draco,” Pansy cut in, her tone sharp. “You think Mattheo doesn’t know what it’s like to have a target on his back? To be judged for his bloodline?”

“Enough,” Blaise said coolly. “This isn’t about our families. This is about us.”

Mattheo nodded, grateful for Blaise’s interjection. “Exactly. My father wants to use us, all of us, as pawns in his war.”

The room fell silent, the weight of his words settling over them like a heavy fog. Then, you stepped forward. “If we’re going to do this, we need a name. Something that reminds us what we’re fighting for.”

Pansy smirked. “Oh, you’re good. A name gives us power. Makes us official.”

Mattheo’s lips curved into a small, almost mischievous smile. “I’ve been thinking about that. My father has his De4th Eaters, so we’ll be… the De4th Defeaters.”

Lorenzo let out a low whistle, a grin spreading across his face. “Bold. I like it.”

And so, the De4th Defeaters were born.