𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡? ♡︎

𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦

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-Andréa POV

Friday, October 20th, 1995 (Time skip, 2 weeks)

Riddle Sr. has had only a couple of meetings recently since he had Bellatrix torture Gia.

He told me that since Mattheo and I already had our task, he wanted us to work on that instead of meeting every couple of days with the rest of the death eaters.

Mattheo had wanted me to figure out a way to kill Dumbledore without using the killing curse, he said something about seeing who could find the best way the fastest.

To my knowledge, he hasn't even found a semi-decent way to kill him.

Meanwhile, I've found an amazing way to get it done... Just ripping his heart out!

Or bleeding him out.

Or even just something as simple as snapping his neck.

They all sound like pretty good options, compared to the ideas Mattheo keeps bringing to me.

He suggested this stupid locket he found, like what the fuck would a locket do.

I believe a quick 'Accio Heart' would do good.

Maybe even then I could place it on my shelf later.

But then again Tom will probably be dead before I have to kill Dumbledore, so I shouldn't actually care how I kill him... right?

I guess it makes sense that I'm going along with Mattheo's idea because, in the end, it might make my plan all the more successful-

"Andréa?" Mattheo said, snapping me out of my gaze.

I looked up towards where he was sitting, "What?" I ask, forgetting that we were in the library.

We had decided to meet up a little bit after curfew so we wouldn't get weird stares from people who could wonder why were headed for the restricted section.

"Did you find anything?" He asked, looking at the 'Secrets of the Darkest Art' book placed a few centimeters in front of me.

The book had been banished from the library once Tom found out how to make horcuxes, but to my luck I found another copy that Dumbledore just so happened to have forgotten was in the schools library.

I shook my head, "No, nothing very fun. But I do have an amazing idea" I said with a sinister smirk set on my face.

His face filled with curiosity, "And what might that be Miss Mikaelson?" He asked with a bit of skepticism.

I chuckled, "Why don't we do it the way my father taught me" I said with the smirk still set on my face.

He rose an eyebrow, "Care to elaborate?" He said with an unreadable look.

"Oh, how silly of me" I scoffed before continuing, "Let's just rip out his heart, quick and simple" I said with a hint of excitement.

He reached over the table and grabbed my chin to look into my eyes, "Mhm" he hummed, "There's the bloodlust I've been waiting to see" He said now matching my smirk.

I furrowed my eyebrows and my smirk began to falter into a look of disgust, "Get your filthy hands off my face, who knows where they have been" I spat.

He rolled his eyes and backed up before sitting back down across from me, "Do you always have to ruin my fun?" he asked annoyed.

I chuckled, "Mattheo, Mattheo, Mattheo" I started before shaking my head, "Of course I do, it's entertaining to see you get irritated" I said before reaching across the table and tapping his nose slightly, "It brings me joy" I said with a smirk as I sit back down and watch his face go from annoyed to confused in a matter of milliseconds.