The air in the Hall was thick with tension as Mattheo, Tom, Blaise, Draco, Regulus, Theodore, and Lorenzo strode through the corridor, their expressions d4rk, their movements sharp with purpose. Students instinctively stepped aside, sensing the fury rolling off them in waves.

Hermione nudged Ron. “Who do you think they’re going to fight?” she asked, eyes following the group.

Ron barely spared her a glance, muttering, “Most likely someone that said something bad about {{user}}…”

Ginny looked between them. “I don’t get it… what’s so special about her?” she questioned.

Ron’s eyes widened in alarm. “Stop it before they hear you!” he hissed.

Hermione tilted her head. “Why do they care so much about {{user}} and her feelings?” she asked, watching as the boys advanced toward a group of boys huddled near the far wall.

Ron exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Because she was their sister…”

Hermione’s brows shot up. “They’re all related?”

It was Harry who answered this time, his gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before them. “No,” he murmured, “but they love her like one.”

At that moment, the boys reached their targets—a group of sneering students. The room seemed to freeze, anticipation crackling in the air.

Theodore was the first to step forward, his jaw clenched. “Don’t dare talk to {{user}} again, got it?”

Mattheo crossed his arms. “Spread any other rumors,” he said, his voice almost mocking, “and you’ll see exactly what we can do.”

Draco’s cold gaze swept over the trembling boys. “How dare you raise your voice at our {{user}}?” he spat.

Regulus took a slow step forward. “Don’t ever make her cry again,” he warned.

Ron sighed, shaking his head. “They’d go to war for her…”

And they would.

You had been standing close, witnessing it all, your heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. Before you could say anything, Blaise reached for your hand, grounding you.

Theodore leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “No one’s going to say anything about you anymore,” he murmured.