Devil of Silver - Mattheo Riddle

F i f t e e n

His face was staring back at me in the book as I watched the images move. I slowly bent down and picked up the book not breaking my eye contact with what was staring back at me. It was Mattheo as a child. He wasn't alone, he was standing in front of two older adults. One was a man and the other was a woman. They weren't much older looking from what I was now.

I brought the book closer to my face and realised that they were wearing crowns and the man was holding the dagger close to his chest. The man was very eloquent looking as my eyes traveled down his image before me. He was wearing a brick red almost cloak with bronze and gold embellishments down the sides. With white fur surrounding the edges. Under the cloak then appeared to look like an Armour suit that looked rusted with bronze. He had long black curly hair just like Mattheo that was forbiddingly tucked under his crown with some curls falling in front of his cold stare. His eyes were swimming with evil but they felt so comforting.

As I gazed over towards the female behind Mattheo, she was dressed quite similarly to the man but she was wearing a velvet crushed red gown that fell at the shoulders. It was lined with white almost silver fur with bronze jewels lining across the front of the dress and pearls lining across to form almost chain like designs. She was very heavy makeup that was nearly hiding her natural features. She had long copper coloured hair that fell behind her shoulders with a natural light curl to it that blended with the fusion of sapphire and emerald in her eyes. As if she was filled with life that then got drained from her.

I peered down at Mattheo who was about the age of 10/11 who was suited in Armour just like the man behind him. That's when it clicked that it was his parents behind him. Mattheo's parents.

But why were they dressed like this? Like they were a royal family. I took one last look at the photo and saw the ring that Mattheo always wears. The ring that brought him back to life but his father seemed to be wearing it in the photo and his mother had the exact same one. Now Mattheo has it.

"Oh shit" I muttered to myself as I thought back to the time when Draco said that Mattheo joked about being a king in another reality. Maybe he was telling the truth? Is that why he had the dagger? But that doesn't explain why it burned me.

But how could all this be true?

I shut the book close and looked around my surroundings to make sure no one was around me but I raced out of the library as fast as I could. I managed to catch Hermione staring at me confusingly but I didn't stop. I kept going. I ran out of the library and to the nearest bathroom which was on the floor beneath me. I made my way through the packed hallway and I sped down the stairs as fast as I could, knocking other students out of the way clutching the book into my chest.

As I was half way down the flight of the stairs, they unhinged from the ends and started to move onto another direction. I cursed at them as I was forced to wait until they stopped and then they did. I was running down the last few steps until I caught Blaise glancing up at me. My panic brain went into overload as I dashed back up the stairs. I heard him calling me from behind and as I looked around, he was now chasing me up the stairs again. As I reached the floor of the library again, I managed to lose Blaise and turned a sharp corner in hopes he wouldn't catch me. I still had the book stuck to me so i didn't drop it.

It couldn't be real what i had saw. His face staring back at me. I could feel my heart almost beating out of my chest. I didn't know what to do. I could feel a thin layer of sweat form across my head as I wiped my hand across. I backed up against a wall behind a pile of students to make sure Blaise didn't see me. 

I needed to find a way to get back to my common room without anyone finding me. "Y/N?" A voice called from behind me as I stopped immediately. I slowly turned to see a tall blonde towering over me with a confused expression slapped on his face. "What do you want Draco?" I spat at him as I glanced around us making sure Mattheo wasn't around. "Well hello to you too." He hissed at me as he scrunched his face at me. "Sorry, I'm just trying to hide from someone" I muttered back to him as I slowly slid the book down to underneath my arm. "Hiding? From who?" He asked as he looked around us.