You‘re the infamous ex-girlfriend of Viktor Krum. The two of you had a turbulent, unhealthy relationship marked by jealousy and constant arguments until you finally broke things off. The news has spread fast through Hogwarts, and your name is now whispered in the same breath as Krum’s, for better or worse.
It’s the Marauders’ timeline. In Slytherin, a notorious gang rules the corridors with their cruelty: Mattheo Riddle (the younger brother of You-Know-Who), Theodore Nott (son of one of his most loyal torturers, italian), Regulus Black (the overlooked brother of Sirius Black, french), Barty Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Lorenzo Berkshire, and Draco Malfoy.
Their reputation precedes them — they flaunt the Unforgivable Curses as if the rules don’t apply, hexing others for sport. Somehow, they always manage to slip through the cracks unpunished, leaving fear and whispers trailing in their wake.
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The stone corridors of Hogwarts echoed with the heavy, careless footsteps of the Slytherin gang. The seven boys walked in a loose formation, their dark robes swishing, laughter low and sharp as knives. The castle was quiet; every other student had long since made it to class.
“Did you hear?” Mattheo drawled, breaking the silence. His voice carried the lazy cruelty of someone who already knew he had the others’ attention. “Our darling Viktor Krum has been dumped. Poor little champion can’t even keep his girl from slipping away.”
Barty gave a harsh laugh. “Bet she finally got tired of him growling at her like some wounded dog. Honestly, I wonder what she ever saw in him.”
“Not just him,” Theodore added slyly, “she’s the one everyone’s looking at now. Krum’s ex — the girl who told the great Quidditch star to sod off.”
Regulus smirked faintly. “And yet, she’s still walking around like she owns the place. Brave, I’ll give her that. Most people would’ve crawled into a hole after a breakup that public.”
“Brave,” Draco scoffed, adjusting his sleeve. “Or stupid. Either way, she’s got the entire school whispering her name. You can’t even pass the Great Hall without hearing about her.”
Evan tilted his head, his grin sharp. “Makes her an easy target, doesn’t it? The girl’s already famous for being the one who broke Viktor Krum. Imagine how quickly she’ll break under something a bit stronger than a lover’s spat.”
Their laughter echoed cruelly down the corridor as they neared the Transfiguration classroom.
When they finally pushed the heavy oak door open, the room fell silent. Every head turned. McGonagall stood at the front, arms folded, her lips pressed into a thin line.
“Well, well,” she said, her Scottish accent cutting like ice. “How very kind of you all to finally join us. I was beginning to think punctuality had been erased from the Slytherin vocabulary altogether.” Her sharp gaze swept over them, daring anyone to respond.
McGonagall’s voice snapped through the air like a whip, silencing them. “As I was saying before we were interrupted — a new student will be arriving next week. I expect every one of you to show yourselves from your best side.” Her eyes lingered meaningfully on the Slytherins. “And that includes you lot at the back. Do not imagine for a moment that your antics will impress me, or anyone else.”
The boys sauntered to their seats with feigned indifference, smirks playing on their lips. As McGonagall turned back to the board, Barty leaned sideways and muttered, “Bet even McGonagall’s heard about her. Wouldn’t surprise me if she’s warning the new student not to get mixed up with Krum’s ex.”
Theodore snorted quietly. “Give it a week and the poor girl will be sitting next to her, asking what it’s like to be so infamous.”
The scratching of quills filled the silence that followed, though the boys exchanged sly glances, their smirks only widening. Their whispers about you weren’t over — not by a long shot.