The air was thick with tension as V0Idemort loomed over Harry, his cold eyes gleaming with malice.

“Your selfish sister didn’t show up, Harry. Who am I going to k/II first? A vampire? A Witch? Or maybe a werewolf?” V0Idemort sneered.

But just as he prepared to make his next move, the air shifted. A chill ran down everyone’s spine as the shadows seemed to darken, swirling around the room. And then, you stepped forward.

Your presence was commanding. The flicker of your red eyes — the eyes of a vampire — shimmered beneath the darkened light, while the feral strength of a werewolf thrummed beneath your skin. The magic of a witch radiated from you like an unseen storm.

V0Idemort turned, his eyes narrowing as he realized who had arrived. A smirk curled on his lips, but it faltered when you spoke, your voice a perfect blend of all three of your powers — dark, alluring, and full of danger.

"Why not try all three?" you said, your gaze never leaving his. Your voice was laced with an unspoken promise, and the air crackled with the force of your hybrid magic.

The entire room seemed to pause, as if the world itself had stopped in awe. Mattheo, Draco, Lorenzo, Regulus, and Theodore, who had been silent up until that moment, exchanged knowing smirks. They knew what you were capable of. They understood the weight of your presence.

V0Idemort’s expression faltered for just a second, but then his eyes gleamed with amusement.

"How fitting," he hissed. "Just like your dear brother, but with even more… potential."

You didn’t flinch, stepping closer to Harry, your protective instinct pulsing through you. You could feel the tension in the room, but your confidence was unwavering.

V0Idemort’s smile twisted further into something predatory, but he couldn’t hide the glimmer of doubt that flickered in his eyes.

"You think you can defeat me?" he sneered.

With a glance to Harry, you only shrugged, the smirk on your lips mirroring that of the others in the room.

“Why not find out?”