It was one of those nights where everything felt right—hanging out with the boys, no worries, just enjoying the chaos of the moment. Mattheo, Tom, Draco, Blaise, Theodore, Lorenzo, and Regulus were all gathered in a corner of the room, drinks in hand.

Theodore smirked. “So, how’s the brother doing, {{user}}? He doesn’t seem too mad about you being in the Serpentine.”

You chuckled, taking a sip from your glass. “Yeah, well, we’ll see about that,” you said. “I’m going to go say hi to him.”

You could feel the eyes of the boys on you as you made your way through the crowded room, weaving between people. Harry looked up as you approached, his face hardening. “What are you doing here, {{user}}? You realise what you’ve done by coming here? Especially joining the Serpentine?”

You raised an eyebrow, rolling your eyes with a smirk. “Oh, don’t flatter me with an 'hello' then,” you quipped.

Harry’s jaw clenched. “No need for you… You have to choose. Between the Serpentine and me.”

You sighed dramatically. “Come on, Harry. You don’t really mean that.”

He stepped closer. “Maybe this will send the message.” Without warning, he flicked his wand and cast a spell, the force of it hitting you square in the chest.

But before you could react, Mattheo was there. “Touch her again, and you’ll get what’s coming to you. You should know better than to mess with her.”

Blaise chimed in. “You should’ve known, mate. If you’re going to pick a fight, make sure you’re not going up against all of us.”

But Harry didn't back down, and neither did your boys.