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The Great Hall thrummed with the familiar din of student life, but one corner of the vast room hummed with a different, more dangerous energy. A solid ring of seventh-year boys—Tom, Mattheo, Draco, Lorenzo, Theo, Regulus, and Blaise—stood shoulder-to-shoulder, forming a living barricade around you. Their gazes, a spectrum from glacial green to arrogant blue, swept the hall like searchlights, missing nothing. They were the school's most infamous, chaotic brotherhood, a unit fused together since their earliest memories. To the rest of Hogwarts, they were a menace; to you, their sixteen-year-old charge, they were an overwhelming, possessive guard. Every glance cast your way earned a silent, collective snarl from the circle, a clear decree that you were the single untouchable soul in thei…