The dimly lit room buzzed with murmured conversations and the soft clinking of glasses. You stood near Luna, her presence a rare calm amidst the growing tension.

"How are you, Luna?" you asked, your voice steady despite the uneasy air hanging over the room.

She blinked once before offering a small smile. "I am fine."

Across the room, your brother, Mattheo, tilted his glass back, the amber liquid vanishing in one smooth motion. Beside him, Draco swirled his own drink,.

The door creaked open, and Coriolanus, Draco’s older brother, stepped inside, his sharp gaze sweeping over the scene before it landed on Draco.

"Draco, put that drink down now!" His voice was edged with irritation.

Draco scoffed, raising an eyebrow at his brother. "What? Even Mattheo is drinking one." He gestured lazily toward Mattheo, who simply smirked and lifted his glass in silent amusement.

The atmosphere was tense, but it shattered completely when an enchanted broadcast chimed through the air.

A voice, clear and unwavering, echoed through the chamber.

"The Dark Side has fallen. V0ldemort has been defeated."

Silence. A deafening, suffocating silence.

Your breath hitched. Your father… gone?

The words felt unreal, as if the universe itself had fractured.Across from you, Mattheo’s grip on his glass tightened before he set it down with a deliberate thud. His face was unreadable, but his eyes—his eyes burned with something unrelenting.

Tom, your other brother, stood still, his posture rigid. He did not speak, did not move—only his clenched fists betrayed his emotions.

The world thought it was over. That the darkness had been extinguished.

But they were wrong.

Mattheo slowly exhaled, a slow smirk creeping onto his lips. "Well then," he murmured.

You met his gaze, then turned to Tom.

A slow, knowing smile curved across Tom’s lips, cold and calculated.

A new Dark Side was coming.

And you, Mattheo, and Tom would be the ones to lead it.