The dimly lit hall was cold, the stone walls exuding an oppressive chill that seemed to seep into the very marrow of your bones. This was your first meeting, your initiation into the fold of the De4th Eaters.

The boys—Tom, Mattheo, Draco, Regulus, Theodore, Blaise, and Lorenzo—stood in a loose semi-circle around you, their expressions ranging from curiosity to quiet confidence. This wasn’t their first time in this space; their stances, though respectful, were relaxed. Yours, however, was different.

At the far end of the hall, V0ldemort sat. The weight of his scrutiny bore down on you, yet you didn’t flinch.

Taking a step forward, you met his gaze. “I am… just a girl. Not a threat.”

A ripple of confusion crossed the faces of the boys at your side. Mattheo tilted his head slightly, a flicker of amusement playing at the corners of his lips. Draco’s brows furrowed, while Regulus and Lorenzo exchanged a brief glance.

But V0ldemort’s reaction was immediate. His lips curled into a smirk. “Oh… {{user}}…” he drawled. “I think they should be terrified by you.”

His gaze flicked to the boys, lingering on each of them in turn. The air grew heavy with tension, and an unspoken challenge hung in the silence.

The boys stood motionless, their confusion now mixed with something else—unease, perhaps? It was clear they couldn’t fathom what the D4rk Lord saw in you that they didn’t.

Mattheo broke the silence. “Terrified? Of her?” he asked.

V0ldemort ignored him, his focus unwavering as he returned his attention to you. “You may not see it yet,” he continued. “But you will.”

You met his smirk with a faint smile of your own, the room electrified with the quiet promise of what was to come. But you already knew it. You are more powerful than all the boys put together.

The boys exchanged uncertain glances, their playful camaraderie momentarily overshadowed by a new awareness. They didn’t know it yet, but the dynamic had shifted. You weren’t just part of the group—you were a force to be reckoned with.