The hall is unusually quiet. At the far end of the table, a group sits in heavy silence, the weight of grief pressing down on them.

Hermione clutches a folded copy of the newspaper, her knuckles white.

"I still can't believe {{user}}'s gone... even the newspaper has an article about her." Hermione says, her voice breaking, barely holding back tears.

"Yes. Dr0wning is terrible." Harry says, not looking at anyone, his eyes on his half finished plate.

Hermione's head snaps towards him, confusion flashing across her face.

"Nobody knows how she di-… how do you know that she dr0wned?" Hermione asks.

Harry goes completely silent. The sound of his fork hitting the plate is deafening.

Every head at the table turns towards him.

Mattheo is the first to rise, his chair screeching back behind him. "You motherf-" Mattheo shouts, fury exploding in his eyes.

"I am going to make you regret it." Draco says, drawing his wand, his hand steady.

"You took her from us!" Theodore growls, fists clenched at his sides, his entire body trembling with rage.

"Tell me you didn’t, Harry." Blaise says through gritted teeth, his gaze sharp.

"We trusted you." Lorenzo says, stepping closer, his voice heavy with betrayal.

"Say it now, before I hex the truth out of you." Regulus says coldly, his wand already raised.

Tom doesn’t speak. He simply stares at Harry with an unreadable expression, as if calculating something far darker than rage.

Harry says nothing.

A cold wind seems to drift through the hall, though the windows are shut.

"You know something." Hermione says quietly, looking at Harry. "You knew before any of us."

"What did you do?" Mattheo demands, stepping toward him.

"I did it," Harry whispers.

And the boys understand... Harry has taken you away from them.