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Sixteen Slytherins. Old names, old money, and enough privilege to make consequences feel optional. Sixth year was supposed to be parties, bad decisions, expensive alcohol, and surviving whatever chaos the sixteen created next. Then students started dying. A threat. An argument. A hand raised against one of them—and somehow, Hogwarts always retaliated. Staircases moved. Doors locked. Corridors swallowed people whole. At first, it felt like protection. Until people started dying for less. Now the sixteen have one problem: Hogwarts has decided they belong to it. And the castle takes care of its own. Even if it has to bury everyone else.