Devil of Silver - Mattheo Riddle

F o u r t e e n

Days passed and Mattheo has just about been getting better.

Hogwarts was still being fixed up from the death-eaters coming and ruining it during the ball. So many students were killed from our year and the year below. Dumbledore was furious as how they got in but assumed it was Fred that let them in but still couldn't figure out how.

Students from each house were regularly checked on by their house professor's to ensure everyone's safety and we often had assemblies about how to keep each other 'safer'.

The day we returned to Hogwarts, I wanted to get a shower to rinse away the event's from earlier. As I turned on the water,I turned it over to the middle so it wasn't too hot or cold whenever I got in as I pulled the shower curtain over, I caught my reflection in the mirror. There was dried blood all over my body and face, stains of makeup running down my cheeks, bruises indented into my skin along with new possible scaring from Bellatrix. The beautiful princess like dress that was gifted to me by Mattheo was in ruins and was barely stitched together at this very moment.

The room started to become foggy with steam from the shower when I slowly unzipped my dress behind me and let it fall to my feet. I suddenly got a quick flashback to the very first vision I got when I was still with Fred about Mattheo. When he came to my room and had me against my wall and he was the one who took off my clothing. Splashes of water started spitting out onto the floor from behind the curtain and caught my attention as I hurried into my room to grab a towel and making sure my door was locked. I laid the small towel onto the floor beside the bath mats and carefully climbed into the shower.

The water raced down my body and gathered at my feet. I looked up as it soaked into my skin as I ran my hands through my hair. I tried thinking about Mattheo to avoid thinking about Pansy and everyone else but it was no good. I lost my best friend. I needed her. She would have knew exactly how to take my mind off from things but now she's gone. I didn't have that kind of help anymore.

As I was lost in my deep thoughts, I was slowly turning the water towards hot and the steamed gathered in the bathroom making it hard to be able to see. I allowed the water to burn into my skin, making my bruises and cuts feel ignited. My fingertips traveled around my arms and down to my waist and upper thighs, I ran my fingers slowly over the marks that were left on me.

"Traitor" I muttered to myself as I looked down at my arm and saw fresh crimson blood running down my arm from the hot water reopening my wounds. I watched as the blood fuse with the water and ran down the drain.

Traitor.

My chest started rising and falling quickly and my breathing was becoming hard to control. My legs gave in and I fell. I hit the floor in tears. Everything burned. I started letting out unmanageable sobs as I threw my head into my hands and brought my legs up tucked them into myself.

I bit into my lower lip to try and withhold and further outbursts before finally picking myself up from the ground and turning the water off. I exited the shower and grabbed a towel and turned around to face myself in the mirror but it was fogged up from the steam. I ran my hand across it removing the condensation. I dried my hand from my towel and looked at myself in the mirror and stood back slowly gasping at the sight before me.

My body was almost a shade of cherry pink from the burning water. I didn't realise how long I was sitting under the hot water for it to burn me like this. The scars over my body were a mix between purple and white as I wrapped the towel around my body and entered my room. I ran over to my window and opened the latch to let some cold air into my room to help cool me down.

I sat down on my bed and allowed the breeze to wander around my room as I then to pull out clean clothes on my bed to get changed into. I dried my body and wrapped another towel around my hair to let it soak in for a minute as I pulled on a pair of tracksuit bottoms with a baggy t-shirt. I lazily ran eyeliner across my eyes and and put on a small bit of concealer to hide the redness on my face and to try and reduce my puffy eyes form crying.