The world around you was crumbling, piece by piece. One by one, you watched the people you loved fade into the shadows, lost to time, to fate, to cruel circumstances beyond your control.

But they were always there.

Tom, with his cold, calculating mind, who saw the cracks in your soul and filled them with an intensity that burned brighter than everything. His grip was tight, his words sharp, always reminding you that you were strong, even when you felt anything but.

Mattheo, reckless and wild, found ways to make you feel alive even when your world doesn't seem it. He’d drag you outside, force laughter from your lips, tell you stories that had no end.

Blaise, with his quiet, unwavering presence, never needed to say much. His warmth was enough. He’d sit beside you for hours, a silent pillar of strength, letting you exist without expectation. He understood you in ways no one else could, never trying to fix it, just holding space for it.

Draco held you together when you threatened to fall apart. He saw every tear you refused to shed, every scream you swallowed down. He didn’t let you hide. When you needed to shatter, he was there to pick up the pieces, reminding you that you were never alone.

Theodore, soft in a way no one expected, always knew what you needed before you did. A touch, a whispered word, a knowing glance that told you you didn’t have to be okay, not with him. And when it became too much, he pulled you into his arms and simply held you.

Regulus, who understood loss better than anyone, never let you carry it alone. He showed you that love could be found even in the ruins. He made sure you didn’t forget that you were still here. Still capable of being loved.

And Lorenzo, with his unwavering devotion, who reminded you what it meant to be cherished. He made you remember how to feel, how to love without fear. He gave you something steady, something real, something that told you you weren’t just surviving—you were still capable of living.

They were your sanctuary. Your salvation. Your home.