Harry takes a step forward. His expression is hard, his voice even harder. “{{user}}… you are worthless,” he says.

Hermione stands just behind him, her arms folded tightly, eyes sharp with disappointment. “You are even selfish… just leave,” Hermione says.

Ron shifts beside them, his brows furrowed as though he is trying to make sense of his anger, but he still lets it out. “You didn’t help us at all… you only messed up,” he adds.

You swallow hard. Your throat burns with everything you want to say but can’t. Then you find it—your voice.

“Some people got the real problems,” you say. You’re not asking for pity. You’re telling a truth they’ll never grasp.

A figure steps from the shadows at your side—Mattheo, his posture calm but radiating quiet fury. “Some people out of luck,” Mattheo says.

“Some people think I can solve them,” you say, your voice steadier now. “Lord heavens above.”

Across the room, leaning against the wall with defiance, Theodore speaks up. “She is only human after all,” Theodore says.

Lorenzo steps in beside him, nodding slowly. “She is only human,” he echoes. His voice is gentler, almost reverent, like he’s reminding the room of something they chose to forget.

You take one small step forward. “Don’t put the blame on me,” you say.

And then—

“Don’t put the blame on her,” comes a cold voice from behind the others. Draco moves through the crowd, his eyes sharp. “Not this time,” he says.

“She’s not the villain in your story,” Regulus says. “You just needed someone to blame.”

He looks at you—not with pity, but with understanding.

“We don’t choose the weight we carry,” Regulus continues. “But we can choose who we stand beside when it gets too heavy.”

And now, they’re all with you—Mattheo, Theodore, Lorenzo, Draco, Regulus. A wall built not of defences, but of belief. In you.

Harry, Hermione and Ron can’t meet your gaze. The silence that remains is not yours to bear anymore.

You’re not alone.

Not now. Not ever.