The Death Eaters' meeting was filled with tension as Lord Voldemort addressed his followers. The Slytherin boys—Draco, Lorenzo, Blaise, Mattheo, and Theo—stood in a group, their faces masked in stoic indifference.

As the doors opened, two Death Eaters escorted a hooded prisoner into the room, shoving them to their knees before the Dark Lord. As the hood was removed, the It was you. Your spirit seemed unbroken, though a single tear betrayed your attempt to remain strong.

Lord Voldemort's lips curled into a sinister smile as he approached you. "Well, well, well, who do we have here?" he hissed, lifting your chin with the tip of his wand.

The guys exchanged shocked glances. Seeing you now, vulnerable and at the mercy of the Dark Lord, stirred a protective instinct within them.