"She's de4d," Mattheo whispered. "She's de4d!" Mattheo scratched, and suddenly there was a chilling silence, all heads turned to him. With h0rror on their faces, the boys watched as Mattheo held you in his arms, crying. Suddenly there was a murmur as the news spread. She is de4d, {{user}} from SIyther/n. And while the others talked, the boys looked at each other, a silent agreement that they would get their revenge.

The battlefield was shrouded in a haze of smoke and ash. The chaos around them faded as Mattheo fell to his knees, his trembling arms cradling your body.

“She’s de4d,” he whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of the words. He looked down at you, his face etched with anguish as his tears splattered onto your pale skin. “She’s de4d!”

The other boys froze, their wands still clutched tightly in their hands. Slowly, they turned toward Mattheo, their faces reflecting the same mix of shock and h0rror. The sight of you in his arms, sent an icy chill through them all.

Draco was the first to break the silence, his voice trembling. “No... she can’t be...”

Blaise placed a steadying hand on Draco’s shoulder, but his own composure wavered. “This can’t be real,” he muttered.

Tom stepped forward, his sharp gaze assessing the scene. “This isn’t how it ends,” he said, his voice hollow.

Theodore clenched his jaw, his eyes glistening with unspoken emotion. Regulus and Lorenzo exchanged a look—one of understanding, of unspoken resolve.

As murmurs spread among the scattered survivors around them, the boys stood motionless, the weight of your loss anchoring them in place.

“She’s de4d. {{user}} is gone,” someone whispered.

The words sent a ripple through the group. Slowly, the boys turned to each other, their expressions shifting from grief to something d4rker. A silent agreement passed between them, unspoken but undeniable.

“We’ll make them pay,” Mattheo choked out, his voice trembling with rage.

Draco nodded, his eyes cold and calculating. “They’ll regret this.”