Evan strolled through the Hogwarts corridors, a perpetual grin on his face. To him, people could be incredibly stupid, or as Hermione used to say, they simply didn't know when to shut the fuck up. Despite his seemingly carefree demeanor, he often found himself underestimated because of his cheerful disposition. Compared to Regulus, he was the life of the party, always cracking jokes and exuding positivity.
Born into one of the oldest wizarding families associated with the dark arts, Evan knew how to play his reveled in the adrenaline rush that came with seeing fear reflected in people's eyes. The vulnerability, the pleas for mercy—they fascinated him. After all, what was the point of being associated with the dark arts if he couldn't instill a bit of fear in others?
But there was one person who consistently ruined his dark delights – Hermione.
If there was one thing that could ruin his fun, it was his best friends' disapproval. He found himself willingly altering his mischievous behavior when she was around, but that only heightened his respect and admiration for her. In Evan's eyes, Hermione was an angel, albeit one he jokingly referred to as the She-Devil. Still, he would go to great lengths for her – even murder, if necessary, his loyalty to the brunette ran deep.
His best friend harbored a dark side that amused both Evan and Regulus. If an angry Regulus was considered intimidating, those who thought so hadn't witnessed an angry Hermione. Regulus might have had the appearance of an innocent thirteen-year-old, but the boy harbored a raging God complex. But he could afford it, he was a Black.
Despite her seemingly sweet exterior, Hermione concealed her darker inclinations behind an innocent facade, and she possessed a ferocious loyalty, especially when it came to Regulus. Evan shivered at the memory of her wrath when someone dared to disrespect Regulus or vice versa.
Arabella, Alice, Lucy, and Hermione knew they could rely on the boys for anything. Although the four girls were powerful witches in their own right, there was comfort in knowing they had backup if needed —no one would get away with hurting their girls.
The revelation about Hermione's soon-to-be ex-boyfriend's indiscretions had stirred the incident had occurred a month ago, according to Regulus' brother, and Evan had noticed Potter's heightened aggression during Quidditch matches against Slytherin. The tension between the two Chasers escalated into post-match fistfights
Giacomo Luchesse was, in Evan's opinion, a championship-level asshole. Who in their right mind would boast about having a side chick in the hallway? If you were going to cheat, at least do it discreetly. Evan couldn't help but think, "Fucking rookie." He believed Luchesse had no idea what was coming—a malicious thought crossed his mind: an eye for an eye. The cheating jerk was in for a rude awakening, and Evan couldn't care less if the aftermath left him blinded, literally blinded . In his view, the Slytherin deserved every bit of punishment for cheating on Hermione with a two-bit whore from Gryffindor.
Sirius leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up nonchalantly. "So what's the plan?" he asked. The Order, along with the Gryffindors, had gathered in the Room of Requirements to devise a plan for revenge. "I, personally, vote to cut off his head and send it on a silver platter to his father," Sirius suggested, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"Sirius!" came disapproving voices from different directions. Dismissing their objections, Sirius continued, "We can make it look like an accident. Father will help, Mia is like his little princess, his murderous little creature."
Remus, not impressed, injected sarcasm into his tone. "Great, Sirius, you're so fucking smart. Do you really think anyone is going to believe that daft git accidentally ran towards a fucking blade and accidentally cut his own fucking head off?"
"Anyone can slip from time to time, Lupin. Give him some credit" Evan, brimming with excitement, exclaimed, "This sounds so fucking illegal! I'm in."
"We're not going to cut off anyone's head," James interjected, laughing. However, Hermione's friends' enthusiasm seemed unswayed. "Right?" he added, looking intently at the group. When met with silence and snorts, he groaned in defeat, "We are."
"Barty's father is the head of the DMLE, and, hello? Reggie's father is Orion Black." Alice sneered as the rest of the group nodded. "Fat chance we'll get ourselves into trouble."
Regulus, with a sinister laugh, added, "Not only are we going to kill him, but we are going to end his entire bloodline," A malicious laugh escaping his lips. "We are going to ruin them, and we are going to let the other Big Four take care of them. Muggle Mafia Godfathers are easily riled up with the right motivation."
Arabella, Lucy, and Alice volunteered to handle the Gryffindor side of the equation. Meanwhile, the question of what to do with their friend's boyfriend lingered. "And what do we do with Luchesse? Do we leave him to Hermione, or do we take care of it?" Barty inquired, locking eyes with Regulus.
"We'll leave it to her," Regulus replied with a chilling determination, "but that doesn't stop us from having fun with him or with Jessica." Sirius added, "When Mia finds out what the asshole said about Remus, she's going to want to see his head roll."
Remus, growing exasperated, interjected, trying to defend his sister's innocence. "You're making my sister look like a psychopathic murderer! Mimi wouldn't kill a fly."
The Room fell silent until Evan burst into laughter, soon joined by Barty, Sirius, Regulus and the girls. "Do you really think your sister wouldn't kill a fly?" Evan pointing at Remus and mocking his disbelief. "Are we talking about the same person?"
"Your sister poisoned my father when she was eleven years old, and you say she wouldn't kill a fly?" Sirius added, tears streaming down his face from laughter. "She's got my father eating from the palm of her hands. She's playing with Orion Black like a violin. Not even my mother has managed to do that."
"Hermione broke a kid's nose for suggesting that Reggie was weak," Lucy wheezing added, leaning on Arabella, who nodded and laughed. "Lupin, don't ever change."
Remus hid his head in his hands, unable to believe that being a werewolf gave his parents less trouble than his little sister. "So what's the plan?" he sighed defeated, knowing he was going to regret asking.
"This is what we are going to do," Regulus' usually calm demeanor had shifted, replaced by a sadistic aura that sent shivers down everyone's spine. His dark eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity - murder.
Giacomo hurriedly walked through the dimly lit halls of Hogwarts, his footsteps echoing in the silence. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The castle, usually bustling with students, seemed eerily quiet.
As he turned a corner, he found himself yanked into an abandoned classroom, the door slamming shut behind him. Panic set in when he was forcefully thrown against a wall, his heart pounding in his chest. Before he could react, he found himself trapped by a pair of strong hands around his collar, and the face that met his was none other than Remus Lupin, his girlfriend's brother.
"It's time for you and me to have a little chat," Remus snarled at him, his eyes glowing with an unnatural golden hue. The Slytherin opened his mouth to scream, but Sirius cut him off with a dismissive click of his tongue.
"No use screaming, mate. We've soundproofed the room," Sirius said with false empathy, high-fiving James, who laughed cruelly.
"Look at me, pretty boy. They won't save you," Remus taunted, grinning menacingly and revealing his sharp canines. "So, I heard you want my head hanging on your wall? What do you think if I hang you by your balls in my house? That would look infinitely better, wouldn't it?" He made a feint of biting the boy, who whimpered in fear. "Look, guys, he's crying." The werewolf smiled cruelly, tasting a tear.
"I'm sorry, fuck, okay?" Giacomo stammered, shaking with fear. "It was just a joke between friends, nothing more."
"I don't give a shit," Remus roared, tightening his grip on Giacomo's neck. "You don't get to cheat on my sister and then cry about it. You're pathetic."
"Just wait until she finds out what you said about her brother," Sirius chimed in, pure malice in his gaze. "Jamesy, what do you think Mia will do when she finds out what this asshole said?"
"Publicly humiliate him?" James suggested with a sinister grin. "Or maybe send your head in a box to your father and pretend that one of the Big Four killed you." Laughter filled the room.
"My sister wouldn't kill anyone, guys. She's very innocent, remember?" Remus smiled coldly at Giacomo. "If you want my head hanging from your wall so much, meet me at midnight at the Shrieking Shack. Make sure you come alone. I'll even give you a five-minute head start." He released Giacomo, punched him in the stomach, and crouched down to his level, hissing in his ear, "Not a word of this to my sister, or then I will kill you."
Terrified, Giacomo nodded and scrambled to his feet, prompting laughter from the four friends. "Do we know how the other part of the plan is going?" James asked, patting Remus on the back. "You play the big bad wolf incredibly well, Rem."
"The girls must be talking to Jessica now," Sirius said, putting his feet on one of the tables. "Little Remy is all grown up now."
"I was serious, guys," Remus declared with a murderous gleam in his eyes, wiping the smiles from their faces. "If he wants my head so much, he's not going to have to deal with me. He's going to deal with the wolf inside 't fucking care if I go to Azkaban for killing that useless fuck."
The bathroom door swung open with a creak as Alice, Lucy, and Arabella strolled in, feigning innocence while knowing Jessica was inside. The Gryffindor girl's eyes widened with unease as she observed the trio, but they maintained friendly facades. Alice subtly cast a Colloportus to close the door and a Muffliato to ensure their conversation remained private, winking at her two friends.
"Look what the cat dragged in, ladies," Arabella laughed, tossing her black hair to the side as she casually strolled over to the faucet to wash her hands.
Lucy clicked her tongue disapprovingly, narrowing her eyes at Jessica with a mixture of disdain and amusement, who began to fidget nervously under their scrutiny. "Someone has been a very, very bad girl."
"Goldman, we heard that you like being the other girl in the relationship," Alice stated with a sneer, her green eyes shining maliciously. "You set back the feminist movement with your mere existence," she whispered.
Panic flashed in Jessica's eyes as she stammered, "What do you want from me?" The three girls in front of her were known to be best friends with Hermione Lupin, who, in turn, was best friends with Regulus Black.
"I don't like your last name," Arabella leaned in, whispering as she took hold of the girl's chin, forcing her to meet their gaze. "You should call yourself Gold Digger instead of Goldman. After all, that's what you are, right?"
Alice joined in, playing her part with mock pity. "You see, rumor has it that you have gonorrhea. If I were you, I would immediately make an appointment at St. Mungo's to get yourself checked out."
"I don't have gonorrhea!" Jessica screamed, losing her patience.
"Well, if it's not you, it's Luchesse. I always confuse your kind," Lucy retorted with a disgusted look. "Useless half-bloods."
Fury bubbled within the Gryffindor girl, and she couldn't hold back any longer."You bitches!" she shrieked, her frustration evident.
The trio burst into laughter. "We may be bitches, but at least we are not whores," Alice hissed in Jessica's ear. "You should respect yourself a little."
"Good luck dispelling the rumors, Goldman," Lucy mocked as they left the bathroom. "Don't go near Hermione again." The door closed behind them, leaving Jessica alone with the weight of their words sinking in.
The excitement buzzed through the air as students filled the Great Hall, eagerly anticipating the last Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch match. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation and camaraderie, creating a lively backdrop for the unfolding drama.
"Hello, baby. Good luck in today's game. You're going to do great." Hermione wrapped her arms around his shoulders, a warm smile on her face.
The Chaser felt a lump in his throat, glancing nervously at his friends, who wore equally anxious expressions. "Hi... Hello, cara mia," he stammered. "I didn't expect to see you sitting here."
"Nonsense," Hermione replied casually as she took a seat next to her boyfriend. "Reggie and Evan are also in Slytherin, and I sometimes sit with them." She gestured towards her friends, and Regulus and Evan greeted them with innocent smirks.
Giacomo couldn't shake off the nervous sweat that began to form. He wondered if Hermione had somehow found out about his affair with Jessica or the comments he made about her brother. However, judging by the genuine smile on his girlfriend's face, he assumed she was oblivious to any wrongdoing. He sighed in relief.
"I noticed you're tense. Are you okay?" Hermione inquired, looking at him with her innocent eyes, which never failed to make him smile. "Don't worry about me, cara mia."
Leaning in close, his girlfriend whispered teasingly in his ear, "Well, I'm going to give you an incentive to play today. You win that game for me, and maybe tonight, you'll get lucky." With that, she winked at him and gracefully stood up, swaying her hips as she made her way toward the Ravenclaw table.
Once Hermione was out of earshot, his friends couldn't contain their curiosity. "What did she whisper to you?" they asked him eagerly.
Giacomo, his eyes following Hermione's departure with a lustful gaze, laughed and shouted, "I'm getting laid tonight!" His friends erupted into cheers, slapping him on the back.
"That's it. I'm going to break his fucking face," James declared, getting up from the bench and attempting to rise from the Gryffindor table. But before he could take a step, Sirius intervened by placing a hand on his chest.
Mid-bite into his toast, Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Where do you think you're going, mate?", his casual demeanor in stark contrast to James' rising fury.
"Didn't you hear what that asshole said? I'm not going to let him get away with this." James glared at the Slytherin's back, his fists clenching.
Sirius chuckled, taking another bite. "Do you really think Mia hasn't realized how fucking stupid her boyfriend is?" He sipped his pumpkin juice, seemingly unfazed.
"But-But," James spluttered, turning his gaze to Hermione, who was engrossed in conversation with her friends.
"I honestly don't know whether to feel sorry or amused for the next guy who wants to try and be Mia's boyfriend." Sirius remarked, turning to Remus, who wore a knowing smile behind his mug. "Remy, what do you think?"
"Mia's next boyfriend has to be either very stupid or very brave. I'm not kidding; I won't be his biggest problem. The real danger is your brother, Siri." Remus laughed, as Sirius high-fived him.
"Shit," James cursed, glancing at the Slytherin table where Evan and Regulus waved their hands mockingly. "Shit, fuck, shit," he muttered, running a hand through his unruly hair. For the first time in his four years at Hogwarts, James Potter regretted being a Gryffindor.
"Hey baby, I'm sorry you lost the match," Hermione's voice drew Giacomo's attention away from his defeat. A note in his locker had led him to this meeting on the seventh floor.
"Don't worry," he replied, eyeing with a lascivious smile, her shrunken uniform that accentuated her curves. "Looking good, cara mia."
"You don't look bad either, darling," Hermione kissed him, and he pulled her closer. "Wait until we're inside for that," she giggled. His girlfriend took him by the hand, and they entered the Requirements Room, which was completely dark.
"Do you trust me, baby?" Hermione's voice dripped with lust, sending shivers down Giacomo's spine.
"That's always the case but I can't see you," he moaned, feeling his girlfriend's nails running down his back. "Is this one of your kinks, cara mia?"
"Your pain is always a pleasure to me," Hermione whispered hauntingly, catching his boyfriend off guard, and suddenly the lights turned on. Orion Black was sat in a chair, smiling at Giacomo.
"What the fuck is this?" Giacomo looked at Hermione, seeking answers. "You think you can-"
"That's no way to talk to a lady, more so if that lady is your girlfriend, Luchesse," Orion drawled, approaching the boy. "I don't think we've been introduced. Orion Black. Lord Black to you." He smiled coldly.
"What is the meaning of this, Hermione?" Giacomo nervously looked at his girlfriend. Hermione started laughing, but her laughter sounded hollow, making him gulp.
"You think you can go around saying that you wished you had my brother's head hanging in your house and that I would know about it? Are you that stupid?" Suddenly, he found himself lifted off the ground, choking. Hermione's eyes turned black, and her voice became menacing. "Maybe I'm the one who wants your head hanging on my wall. How about that?" she sneered. "Your head would complete your family's head collection."
"What the fuck did you just say?" Giacomo fought against Hermione's curse, but he couldn't. There was a lot of dark magic involved. "I swear I'll-"
"What? Please enlighten me, us. What are you going to do, baby?" Hermione pouted, caressing his face. "Your promises are nothing but lies, you fucking coward." She grabbed his groin tightly, making him moan in pain. "Newsflash: I also heard about your little affair with Goldman, but we've already taken care of her. She won't bother us again."
"You and how many? My father is one of the Big Five, I'm untouchable," The Slytherin laughed maniacally, his defiance showing. "You're going to die for this."
"You're wrong about that, Luchesse. The only one who's going to die here is you," Regulus's voice cut through the tension. The room's atmosphere shifted as more figures entered – Evan, Arabella, Lucy, Alice, James, Remus, and Sirius.
"Where's Barty?" Hermione asked, looking for one of her best friends, momentarily forgetting about her boyfriend.
"He's outside keeping watch with Pettigrew. You know how he gets when he sees blood," Evan commented, munching on some popcorn.
"I swear Crouch and Pete are the same person in different fonts," Sirius commented, taking a handful of popcorn from Evan, who smacked him.
"Mimi, you don't have to do this," Remus pleaded with his sister, but he knew it was useless given how she looked at her soon-to-be-dead boyfriend.
"Now that we're all here, we can begin," Orion began to speak, smiling from ear to ear. "You guys have missed a beautiful speech from Hermione."
"Mia always has a way with words that makes me so emotional," Alice faked crocodile tears while Arabella and Lucy comforted her. "I'm sorry, Mia, continue."
"Is this normal?" The group seemed oddly relaxed, and James couldn't help but whisper to Evan, glancing between Hermione and her friends.
"Daily occurrence, Potter. Get used to it if you want to date her . Do you want popcorn? They've got butter." The platinum haired boy offered, waving a bowl in James' face, who shook his head. "More for me, I guess."
"As I was saying," she began, casting a disdainful glance at her boyfriend, "your father is just as stupid and arrogant as you. When Orion paid a visit a week ago to your father, let's just say he wasn't very happy when he found out about your little indiscretions and told Orion that he basically didn't give a shit about you. Pity, isn't it?"
"My father loves me," Giacomo growled, his gaze defiantly fixed on Hermione.
"Well, that's not what he told me before I put a bullet in his head," Orion mocked, revealing a gun. "Who knew that Muggles had such useful inventions?"
A mixture of shock and horror crossed Giacomo's face. Hermione seized the opportunity to take control, taking the gun from Orion and pressing it against Giacomo's temple. "Look, I'm going to be honest with you since you haven't been," she said coldly. "You are a disgusting person, and now we are going to pretend that, after finding out about your family's death, you committed suicide. Sounds easy, right?"
Giacomo was about to protest, but before he could utter a word, Hermione pulled the trigger causing her ex-boyfriend body to collapse on the floor, blood splattered everywhere. "People just don't know when to shut up, good God" she complained, wiping the blood off her forehead.
"Incredible, mon coeur , incredible," Evan applauded, embracing Hermione and kissing her cheek loudly. "An outstanding performance. Your speech? Could be improved, but fantastic nonetheless."
The brunette shared a smirk with Orion, who winked at her. "See you in a couple of days when they call you into McGonagall's office for all this nonsense," he said, making Hermione snort.
"I expected more drama from you, ma cherie ," Regulus smirked, giving a dismissive kick to the dead body. "I mean, he could be bleeding on the floor of Grimmauld but Mother would've gone ballistic with all the blood."
"Is no one strangely turned on?" Sirius asked, drawing everyone's attention. "What? Mia looked very pretty doing it, and I'm just a guy," he added with a boyish grin, prompting a mixture of laughter and eye rolls from the group.
"Are we going to leave it there?" Lucy wrinkled her nose as she gazed at the lifeless body sprawled on the ground. "We should have put it in a bag."
"Kreacher will come to clean it up later," Hermione assured, her tone nonchalant. "Go practice your poker faces."
"We will," Evan shouted over his shoulder, bidding farewell as he draped his arms around Lucy and Arabella. "You'll pay for the beers at Gatsby's anyway."
"So, a little psycho, huh?" Her brother laughed, studying her with a playful gleam in his eyes. "And here I was thinking it was our parents' biggest problem. I'm the werewolf, Mimi. I'm the one who's supposed to be scary." Remus pouted playfully, eliciting a laugh from his sister.
"Don't think I didn't hear that you told Gio you were meeting tonight at the Shrieking Shack," Hermione scolded him softly. "You're not a killing machine, Remy. Leave that to me."
"I love you," Remus sighed, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "I feel sorry for your next boyfriend."
"I don't plan on having a boyfriend in the near future, so rest assured. I might hook up with someone this summer, but nothing serious." Hermione laughed at the bewildered expression on her brother's face.
"Just promise me it won't be Sirius," Remus teased, blushing slightly. "That idiot is mine." With those words, he walked toward the door, where Sirius was waiting for him to leave together.
"Jamie, I had no idea you were still around. Aren't you supposed to be celebrating in Gryffindor Tower?" Hermione inquired, her attention drawn to James, who was silently observing her. The intensity of his hazel eyes caused a blush to rise on her cheeks. "Is there something on my face?" she queried, a tinge of concern in her voice.
"Just a little bit of blood," the Gryffindor admitted, his raven-black hair falling slightly into his eyes. "But you look fine."
"Oh, I sure look super attractive with this idiot's blood all over my face," Hermione retorted, her tone oozing with sarcasm. James couldn't help but chuckle as she brushed a stray strand of hair away.
"I know you might not want to hear this from a guy right now, but I genuinely think you look stunning, blood and all," he confessed, gently cupping her face and gazing deeply into her eyes.
James found himself utterly captivated with the mesmerizing spectacle he discovered in her eyes—innocent demons dancing as they recklessly played with matches and he swore he had never seen sparks so pretty. "She's going to be the death of me," He couldn't shake the feeling that he was standing at the edge of a precipice, teetering on the brink of something both fascinating and terrifying.