The room fell silent, the only sound being the crackling of the fireplace as Harry leaned back against the desk, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He let out a short, humorless chuckle before speaking.

"She’s just one girl. No one will protect her."

The words hung in the air, sharp and dismissive. But Harry didn’t know. He didn’t know who you were to them.

A slow, deliberate chuckle broke the silence—Tom. He stepped forward, his presence alone making the room feel colder. His hand slid into yours, fingers curling protectively around your own.

"Are you really that naive, Harry?" Tom mused, tilting his head.

From the corner, Theodore—your brother—let out an exasperated sigh, arms crossed over his chest.

"Merlin, Harry, you really do have a de4th wish." His voice was calm, but there was steel underneath.

Before Harry could react, the door swung open with a loud bang.

"You’re joking, right?" Mattheo’s voice was edged with amusement. He leaned against the doorframe, twirling his wand between his fingers. "Tell me you’re joking. Because if you’re not—" he gestured vaguely with his wand—"well, let’s just say I’ve been looking for an excuse to remind you why I was the best duelist in the entire castle."

Pansy scoffed. "Honestly, Harry, do you even think before you speak?" She arched a brow, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Because if you did, you’d realize that messing with her means messing with all of us."

Lorenzo, leaning casually against the wall, finally spoke, his tone light but laced with amusement.

"I almost feel bad for you, mate. Almost."

Regulus, who had been silent until now, stepped forward, his grey eyes locking onto Harry’s with an unreadable expression.

"You should leave," he said simply, his voice softer than the others, but somehow the most dangerous.

Harry swallowed, his confidence faltering for the first time. He looked at you then, really looked at you. You weren’t just one girl. You were their girl. And no one—no one—touched what belonged to them.