You, Mattheo, and Tom have just transferred to Hogwarts, and the rumors about your father have made you the subject of fear and speculation. Hermione, always outspoken, had plenty to say on the subject, which didn't sit well with you. The next day, Harry approaches the three of you.

"So which one of you is in charge?" he asks, a hint of arrogance in his tone.

Tom glares at Harry. "Well, I'm the oldest."

Harry scoffs. "Clearly."

Mattheo gives Harry a cold, deathly stare. "Are you laughing at my brother?"

Harry rolls his eyes. "Right... he's the oldest, you're the thickest. Hermione said that the one who gave the order was {{user}}, and I'm guessing that's you because you're looking me up and down like I'm a f_cking tart."

You smirk, amused by Harry's bravado. "I want to know what you want."

"You owe Hermione an apology," Harry says firmly.

"Trust me, she got what was owed to her," you reply coolly. "And the next time you speak like that to me or my brothers, I’ll see to it personally that you are reunited with your parents."

"You have five seconds, Potter," Tom warns, his voice low and dangerous.