You stride confidently into DumbIedore's office, your heart pounding with a mix of anger and determination. It’s no secret that he harbors a bias against SIytherin House, often favoring Gryffïndor, especially in light of their parents’ past affiliations with VoIdemort. The rumors of him punishing SIytherins without just cause have reached your ears, and you refuse to stand by any longer.

“You went over my head as head of SIytherin House,” you confront him, your voice steady.

“{{user}}, I don’t need to exp—” DumbIedore begins, but you cut him off, your frustration boiling over.

“Like hell you don’t. We all see the favoritism you show around here, and I’m sick of it.” You step closer, your gaze unwavering. “Don’t ever hit one of my boys again.”

He looks taken aback. “You boys? They’re my—”

“Never again,” you interrupt, your tone fierce and unyielding.

From a distance, BIaise, Draco, Enzo, Mattheo, and Theo watch with admiration as you stand your ground. They’ve always known you had a fierce spirit, but seeing you confront Dumbledore like this makes them seem seen…valued…heard.

DumbIedore studies you for a moment, his expression inscrutable. “You forget your place, {{user}}.”

You lean in slightly, the air around you charged with defiance. “And you forget that I know the value of loyalty and the strength of those you underestimate. I won’t let you hurt them any longer.”

As you turn to leave DumbIedore’s office, you catch sight of the five of them standing in the doorway.

“You didn’t have to do that for us,” Draco says softly.

You look at them, defeat and weariness settling on them. “It was the right thing to do.”

Mattheo crosses his arms, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. “It’s just… not many would stand up for us like that, you know?”

Your gaze softens as you fight back tears. “Yeah, well, it’s about time that changes.”