Death Eaters Daughter

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Mattheo's POV:

!Trigger Warning!

The cool, salty air ruffled my hair as the slamming of the front door echoed behind me. The crashing of the waves against the cliff face filled the silence that'd crept in as I turned back around to face the dark grey, painted house. Raking my fingers through my hair as I clenched my jaw in aggravation.

Never in my life had someone ever pushed my buttons as much as she did and no one had ever crept beneath my skin like she did.

A sigh left my lips as I looked at the house, knowing that the girl inside was as unobtainable as my chances of my parents ever wanting me. The grey-eyed girl that-despite my better judgement-my heart held a certain fondness to.

The same girl that I'd watched die because of my need to prove myself to the likes of my father's precious death eaters. I scoffed bitterly at the mere thought. Even after all these years, I still clutched onto the idiotic beliefs that my mother would come back now that I had some sway upon my father's death eaters.

If only he hadn't slaughtered her before I had the chance to truly revel in my glory; a glory built on an enigma that was the Riddle name.

Despite everything I'd said and done to Elysian, something within me had fallen for the thunderous-grey eyed girl. The flash of pain that had torn through her eyes moments earlier; tore through me moments later. Seconds too late. Everything she'd said about my father had been true. He was a murderer and a man that had destroyed people's lives without a single ounce of care. My mother however had been loving and gentle with me up until the moment she decided to crawl back to my father, his inevitable rejection too much for her to handle.

I couldn't be the reason for the light within Elysian to dim nor would I let myself hurt her any more than I already had. The darkness within me was too great-too strong. And, she deserved more than what I could offer her.

She deserved more than me.

Without much thought, I apparated. The odd feeling of bands tightening around my chest and the feeling that I couldn't breathe spreading through me as everything went black, the soft crunch of gravel beneath my feet filling the silence that greeted me. The wrought iron gates of the Malfoy Manor towered above me ominously like they had done all those years ago when my mother had apparated us here, her warm hand clutching my own tightly as she had glanced down at my four-year-old self.

She'd smiled softly at me then, walking through the gates as I followed behind her blindly, "Remember what I told you about your father, Theo?"

I'd nodded my head obediently, not daring to speak unless she wanted me to. She'd made a humming sound of satisfaction as she lightly ruffled my hair, "Today you will meet him and he'll be so pleased that I've given him an heir to carry on the Riddle name."

How naive she'd been to believe that a man like him could ever have wanted me, or her.

At the time I'd merely nodded my head, not knowing what kind of man my father truly was. I remember the way his cold brown eyes, that I'd inherited from him, had looked me up and down. A cruel smile spreading across his face as he looked towards where my mother stood. "Are you truly naive enough to believe that I'd want you or him? I don't need an heir. Especially, not from one of the many women that threw themselves at my feet like a cheap whore."

His dark eyes had landed on me as a strangled sound emitted from my mother's throat, her green eyes brimming with unshed tears as she turned around and walked out the drawing-room of the manor. Her fingers dug into the skin around my wrist as she pulled the front door open in a rush, the gravel crunching beneath both of our feet as she strode down the driveway and through the wrought iron gates.