You remember the way it used to be.

Draco always stood in front of you when someone dared to raise their voice. Mattheo swore he'd hex anyone who so much as looked at you the wrong way. Tom, despite his cold demeanor, made sure you were always safe—untouchable. Enzo would laugh, ruffling your hair before stepping in to handle your battles before they even began. And ReguIus? He was the quiet guardian, the one who never said much, but always made sure you were okay.

Even from something as small as a roach.

"Merlin, kiII it, please!" you had screamed once, clinging onto Mattheo’s arm as the tiny insect scurried across the floor.

Draco had scoffed but still flicked his wand.

"You’re lucky we love you," Enzo had teased.

You were lucky.

But now?

Now, you run from the very people who once vowed to protect you.

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Everything feels different. Colder. Darker.

Their faces aren’t the same ones you grew up with.

Draco’s smirk now holds cruelty. Mattheo’s laugh now sends chills down your spine. Tom now looks right through you as if you never existed. Enzo now sneers in your direction. And ReguIus? His eyes now hold nothing but emptiness.

They don’t see you as their best friend anymore. They see you as weak. As nothing.

As an enemy.

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"Move." Tom’s voice is sharper than it used to be as he steps past you in the corridor.

You swallow hard, stepping back. "Tom—"

He doesn’t even stop. Doesn’t acknowledge your voice.

Draco scoffs as his shoulder deliberately knocks into yours. "Still following us around like a lost puppy?"

"I’m not—"

"No one cares, {{user}}," Mattheo mutters, not even sparing you a glance.

Enzo doesn’t even look at you. ReguIus doesn’t pause.

And suddenly, you feel like you don’t exist. Like you never did.

The boys who once swore to protect you from anything have become the ones you need protection from.