"Vat are you doin' here?" a voice startled Mia.

Mia turned around and noticed Viktor Krum standing there, his brow furrowed. "Oh, Viktor it's you," she said, her heart still racing from the unexpected encounter. "I'm just taking a walk, clearing my head."

Viktor's dark eyes lingered on her for a moment before he took a few steps closer. "You look zad," he blurted out, his concern evident.

Mia sighed, her gaze fixated on the tranquil lake before her. "It's nothing, really. I'm worried about a friend"

Viktor hummed in acknowledgement. Mia hesitated for a moment, then decided to confide in him. "I'm worried about a Jace," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly.

"Zi blond guy?" Viktor asked, trying to recall. "Vy are you vorried?"

"Yeah, that's him," Mia replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know it sounds stupid, but I can't help it. He's been distant lately, and I'm afraid he doesn't want to spend time with me anymore."

Viktor reached into his pocket and pulled out a tissue, handing it to Mia. "Here," he said softly. "Iv it's makes you cry, it's not stupid."

Mia accepted the tissue, touched by his kindness. She wiped away a tear and managed a weak smile. "Thank you, Viktor. You're a good friend."

Viktor shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "Vriends should ve there for each other, da? Now, tell me more about this Jace. Maybe I van help."

At first, Mia didn't think much of it when she noticed Jace distancing himself from her. It was just a subtle shift in his behavior, and she brushed it off as him being busy or preoccupied with something. They had always been close friends, and she couldn't imagine what she might have done to make him pull away.

Weeks passed, and Mia couldn't ignore the changes any longer. It became increasingly evident that Jace was growing more distant with each passing day. He used to be the jovial, carefree friend who always had a smile on his face when he was with her. But now, whenever they spent time together, he seemed much more serious, as if a heavy cloud hung over his head.

Jace had taken up Quidditch, and with each victory, his popularity soared. The newfound attention had inflated his ego to astronomical heights. It seemed like every girl at Durmstrang had their eyes on him, and he didn't miss an opportunity to flirt with anyone who crossed his path.

One morning, as Mia sat at the table in the Great Hall, looking at her toast with a sense of melancholy, Theo approached her. "Hey, Star," he said with a warm smile.

Mia greeted him with a tired smile, "Hey, Theo."

Theo furrowed his brow, noticing the sadness in Mia's eyes. "You never call me 'Theo', at least not on a daily basis. What's the matter?" he asked, concerned.

Mia's gaze drifted over to where Jace was engrossed in a conversation with a red-haired girl. She let out a sigh and turned back to Theo, her voice laden with worry. "Theo, do you think I've done something to upset Jace?"

Theo followed her gaze to Jace and the red-haired girl. He shook his head adamantly. "Mia, it's not you. It's all Jace's fault. He's being a git."

Mia protested, her loyalty to their friend evident. "Teddy, Jace is not a git. He's just...different lately."

Theo's anger flared, and he clenched his fists. "Different? Mia, you don't have to defend him. Sunshine boy there is being stupid because he's a Quidditch player now, and he's got girls throwing themselves at him left and right. It's making his ego bigger than the lake."

Mia couldn't hold back her tears any longer. She sniffled and rested her head on Theo's shoulder, her voice quivering as she spoke. "I'm not blaming Jace for having a little bit of fun, but I really miss spending time with him, with both of you."

Theo looked down at Mia, his expression a mix of sadness and anger. He clenched his jaw, feeling furious with Jace for making their girl cry. "Mia," he began, his voice low and intense, "you shouldn't have to feel this way. It's not right."

Mia wiped her tears with the back of her hand, trying to regain her composure. She looked into Theo's eyes and said, "I know, Teddy, but I can't force him to spend time with me. I'm going to go now."

Theo pouted, clearly upset by Mia's decision. "Where are you going, Star?"

Mia took a deep breath before answering, "I'm just going for a walk, Teddy. I need some fresh air and time to think."

When Theo ensured that Mia was nowhere in sight, he couldn't contain his anger any longer. Marching toward Jace, he approached him with a fierce determination. Without hesitation, Theo swung his fist at Jace's cheek, catching him completely off guard and causing him to tumble to the ground.

"What the fuck, Theo?" Jace angrily shouted, holding his cheek in pain. "Why did you do that?"

The girl who had just been engaged in conversation with Jace opened her mouth to speak, but Theo shot her a withering glare, "This is between him and I. Stay the fuck away, got it?"

Theo turned his attention back to Jace, his expression stern and unyielding. He aimed a hit towards Jace's mouth, his voice dripping with anger. "When I told you to be careful about your feelings, I didn't mean you had to be a huge dick about it."

Jace winced from the punch and looked up at Theo, his anger now mixed with surprise and perhaps a hint of remorse. "Theo, I... I don't know what you're talking about."

"Are you being serious right now?" Theo asked, his anger palpable as he swung his fist at Jace. This time, Jace managed to deflect the punch, narrowly avoiding the blow. "Are you being fucking serious ?"

Theo's glare intensified as he closed the distance between them. "You've made Mia cry," he hissed, his voice filled with fury. Jace faltered momentarily under Theo's intense gaze.

"I did?," Jace stammered, trying to explain himself. "I didn't know. Is she okay?"

"Of course you didn't," Theo snapped, frustration boiling over as he landed another punch on Jace. "Why do you even care now? You've been actively avoiding her, Jace, for months. You've been making her feel like shit and blaming herself for something she didn't even do in the first place. She thinks you don't care about her anymore."

Jace weakly defended himself, desperation in his voice. "I care for Mia, Theo. I love her, for God's sake."

Theo's patience was wearing thin, and he swung his fist once more, sending them both to the ground. He growled at Jace, his face inches from his, his words dripping with contempt. "Sunshine boy certainly has a funny way of showing how much he cares."

Jace's anger flared in response to Theo's insinuation, and he reacted without thinking, swinging his fist at Theo. "Don't you dare suggest I don't care for her!" he snapped, his voice laced with frustration and a hint of desperation. "I would die for her, Theo. I would kill for her."

Theo sneered, unimpressed by Jace's outburst. "Pathetic," he muttered under his breath. "You'd prefer being a dick to our best friend rather than just talking to her."

Jace's glare intensified, his frustration boiling over. "There are reasons why I can't tell Mia and you know."

Theo stood up straight, straightening his uniform and casting a quick Scourgify to clean himself up. He looked down at Jace, his expression stern. "Well, whatever other reasons you have, you better figure them out fast," he warned. "Because if you keep acting like a dick, you'll not only lose Mia but me as well. She deserves better than this."

"What the hell is going on?" a voice interrupted their heated conversation. Mia stood there with her arms crossed, and Viktor Krum stood beside her, his expression curious.

"Well?" Mia urged, her patience wearing thin.

Theo, still glaring one last time at Jace, turned and flashed an innocent smile. "It's just a small disagreement between me and Sunshine boy here. Don't worry your pretty head about it"

Jace was too busy glaring at Viktor, who frowned right back at him. Unable to contain his jealousy, Jace blurted out, "You've gone out with Krum?"

Mia whirled around, her glare directed at Jace, and asked, "Why would you care all of a sudden? And a better question, why are you talking to me?"

Jace's anger flared, and he glared at Viktor before looking back at Mia. "Because, Mia," he snapped, "Krum is a fourth year, and he could take advantage of you, of your fortune."

Mia's eyes widened at his audacity, and without thinking much she slapped him. "Fuck, you, Jace, you can go fuck yourself. Don't talk to me until you have your head out of your arse." With that, she grabbed Viktor's hand and pulled him away, leaving Jace fuming.

Theo, who had been silently watching the exchange, couldn't resist a sarcastic clap. "Well done, Sunshine boy," he taunted. "I thought you couldn't get any lower, but you've just proved me wrong. Congrats, because you've now crowned yourself king." With a rough bump into Jace's shoulder, Theo walked away, leaving Jace to reflect on the mess he had made of things.

Sirius and Regulus Black stormed through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, their footsteps echoing ominously as they made their way towards the Potions classroom. The usual hushed whispers and timid laughter of students vanished in the face of their intimidating presence.

As they reached the door of the Potions classroom, Sirius kicked it open with a resounding thud. The door swung open, and the students inside jumped in surprise. Severus Snape, the Potions master, was in the middle of a lecture, but he froze as he saw the two Black brothers entering like a storm.

"Black," Severus drawled as he walked out from behind his desk. "You do realize this is a class in progress?"

"Class is dismissed!" Sirius's voice boomed, cutting through the room like thunder. The students wasted no time in gathering their belongings and hurrying out of the room, leaving Snape alone, trapped between the scions to the The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

Severus glared defiantly at both brothers but didn't dare to move. His eyes darted between them, realizing that he was now at their mercy. Sirius's eyes gleamed with malice as he began to speak, his tone dripping with contempt. "Snivellus," he spat out, "a little birdy has told me that you like to pick on innocent students."

Severus crossed his arms defensively. "You have no proof of that, Black."

Regulus slammed a crumpled letter onto Snape's desk, his eyes burning with anger. "He hasn't but I do," he hissed.

Sirius leaned in closer, his face inches from Snape's. "You're pathetic," he sneered, his breath hot against Snape's face. "A sorry excuse for a wizard if you're picking on eleven-year-old students."

Snape's lip curled into a contemptuous sneer, his dark eyes locked onto Sirius's. "You always did enjoy picking on me, Black."

Regulus couldn't contain his fury any longer. He interjected, his voice trembling with anger. "Severus, you are an adult. Explain to me why do you torture students that have done nothing to you"

"Just because Mr. Potter has cowardly run to his dad doesn't mean it's true," Snape retorted, his voice dripping with disdain.

Sirius couldn't contain his frustration any longer. "Funny, it was not him," he interjected sharply. "Another student in your class informed us about the constant belittlement directed at Neville and my godson."

Severus rolled his eyes. "Potter is just as arrogant as his father," he snapped.

Sirius's temper flared, and he took a menacing step closer to Snape. "You've always been jealous of James," he accused, his voice low and dangerous.

Severus sneered, his lip curling in disdain. "Jealous? Hardly. The boy can't even brew a potion properly."

Regulus stepped forward, his tone icy and menacing. "Is that so, Severus? Or have you conveniently forgotten that Harry's grandfather was a potions prodigy? I've personally taught Draco and Harry and they are probably better than half of this class"

Snape's eyes flashed with anger as he retorted, "Mr Potter thinks he's better than anyone because he's the 'Boy Who Lived'."

The atmosphere in the room grew tense, and the vials on Snape's desk seemed to quiver with the intensity of the argument. Regulus leaned in closer to Snape, his voice low and seething with anger. "That disgusting nickname was earned at the expense of Hermione's kidnapping, my goddaughter's kidnapping."

Snape sneered, his lip curling in derision. "Have you been brainwashed, Regulus? Suddenly taking Black's side. You and I, we used to be friends"

"That is my brother you are speaking of," Regulus couldn't contain his fury any longer. He slammed his fist against Snape's desk, making the vials rattle dangerously. "We were never friends," he hissed through gritted teeth. "And we ceased to be friends the moment you made a target out of my goddaughter."

The room seemed to tremble with the force of their confrontation. The accusations and anger hung thick in the air, and it was clear that this long-standing feud between the Black brothers and Severus Snape had reached a breaking point.

The tension in the room reached a boiling point as Severus Snape attempted to defend himself against the accusations of the Black brothers. "It was not my fault Potter's first kid was kidnapped," he insisted, his voice tinged with frustration.

Sirius, however, was having none of it. He pushed Snape against the wall, his grip on Snape's robes tight and threatening. "You were and still are responsible for putting the Potters in danger in the first place!" Sirius seethed. He sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You were jealous of James marrying Lily, and you decided to tell Voldemort about the prophecy. And when you found out Lily had a baby, you ran cowardly to Dumbledore."

Regulus's voice was filled with disgust as he added, "You sick bastard! Targeting a two-year-old baby and then begging Voldemort to spare Lily's life, not giving a fuck about James or my goddaughter."

Sirius chimed in again, his anger unabated. "You're lucky neither Lily nor James knows that it was you who stupidly told Voldemort where the Potters were hiding because you couldn't let go of your obsession over Lily!"

Snape, his own anger mounting, glared at both brothers. "Lily was supposed to be mine, okay?" he snapped, his voice laced with bitterness. "If Lily had been mine, none of this would have happened."

A furious voice echoed through the classroom, freezing everyone in their tracks. In front of them stood Lily Potter, her green eyes blazing with anger, and she was fuming as she glared at Severus Snape. Sirius, who had just released Snape, smirked at Lily.

"What the fuck did you say, Severus?" Lily pressed, her voice trembling with rage.

Severus looked sorrowfully at Lily and stammered, "Whatever they've told you is not true."

Lily's patience snapped. She cried out, her voice filled with anguish and fury, "The part where you told Voldemort about my baby? Or the part where you tried to contact me and told your Master where he could find us? What did you think he would do, send a fucking bouquet of flowers? Because I can tell you right now, he didn't." Lily cackled darkly

She approached Severus until she was inches away from him, pushing him back as she spoke. "Tell me why. Because I really don't understand when you decided it was okay to treat Neville and my son like shit? Tell me! You're an adult and a teacher, for God's sake."

Tears welled up in Lily's eyes as she continued to confront Severus. "Tell me why I have to hear from my godson that you're mocking and belittling my son at the expense of my daughter's kidnapping. My daughter, Severus!"

"Stop trying to blame people for your own fucking mistakes and grow the fuck up, because if you have to blame someone, it's you," Lily raged, her voice trembling with anger. "You and your obsession over me is what put us in this situation. You and your little obsession made my daughter a target for the most dangerous wizard since Grindelwald. She was a baby! What don't you understand?"

Lily's words cut through the room like a knife, and Severus was left speechless in the face of her righteous anger.

"You once told me that you would never hurt me after I forgave you," Lily continued, her voice quieter but no less intense. "Didn't you think for a second that making my daughter a target would hurt me? That you willingly sacrificing my family would not hurt me? You're clearly delusional if you think that."

Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper as she issued her final warning. "I'm warning you, stay away from Neville, stay away from my godson, and certainly stay away from my son. If I ever hear one more thing about you, I will come to get you, and it will not be words that we'll be exchanging. You've seen me angry, and if you value your sorry life even a bit, you will not want to have my anger directed at you."

As Lily turned to leave the room, Severus Snape's voice cracked through the tense air. "I'm sorry, Lily" he called out, his voice filled with a mixture of regret and desperation.

Lily stopped in her tracks, her green eyes blazing with an intensity that bore into Snape's soul. She slowly turned around to face him, her anger still smoldering beneath the surface. "Sorry?" she replied, her voice icy and unyielding. "What can your sorry do? Tell me."

Snape swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words. "I... I don't know," he stammered.

Lily's expression remained unyielding. "That's right, it does nothing" she declared, her voice firm, "And it's Potter to you, Snape."

With that final decree, Lily turned on her heel and left the room. Sirius couldn't resist a mocking laugh as he overheard Lily's final words to Snape. "That must've hurt," he said tauntingly, shaking his head, before quickly following Lily out of the room.

Severus turned to Regulus, his expression still strained from the confrontation. "Are you going to threaten me too, Regulus, or are you going to resort to the same tactics as your brother?" he asked, a hint of bitterness in his voice.

Regulus sneered, his eyes cold and calculating. "Sirius is the heir to the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, you do well in remembering who you are talking to" he stated icily. "He can take your slanders to the Wizengamot." Regulus leaned in closer, his voice low and menacing. "Do your job, Snape. Or the next word you'll hear from us is a citation ."

"One last thing before I go, say another word against my nephews or my goddaughter, and you will see just how alike my brother and I truly are."