Another World {M.R}

37

"He's a dead weight, my arms going to break off Ember. I already have a scar across my eye and now you want me to wear a hook too?"

Ember chuckles softly following behind them as they peak past the next corner. "You're a big baby."

He looks back with a smirk "your big baby." He whispers.

Ember tsks "smartass." and pushes his head so he's looking straight again. They tip toe around the manor noticing the slight flicker of lights and the quiet whistle of the wind. And yet no voices.

It all made sense in a moment, a clear path went through their brain and now they were stuck with bile deep in their throats. The hallway they turned into had bodies littered everywhere. Each one took up space in the hall so they had to look down and climb over them, careful that they don't trip.

In the middle when they were almost through Ember looked down and noticed the same eyes that were in the picture she saw. Peter Pettigrews.

"Mattheo." She whispers nudging him and points down to the un-moving body. Ember squats down and slowly reaches forward putting her finger tips just lightly by his throat to feel for a pulse. She slowly shakes her head side to side indicating he's gone to Mattheo. He looks at the young boy in his arms and sighs defeated, the innocent boy is now an orphan.

They continue on, sometimes taking even larger steps to get over some people. As they cross over a big bunch Ember lightly gasps looking down at Dean Thomas laying flat on his back, eyes closed and non-responsive.

"Fuck." Mattheo looks further into the hall and so many more familiar faces enter their minds. All gone and long forgotten in the Manor and so many of them were innocent.

As if he knows what she's thinking he places his empty hand at the hem of her pants and pulls her back into his chest. He leans down kissing her hair and encircling his hand around her waist. "They did it for everyone, none of it was your fault, hm?" He whispers into her hair patting her hip softly.

"Matthe-"

"Say it." He says a bit harsher than intended but with good intentions "It's no one's fault, I've realized that lately that when people choose to do something they are likely doing it for themselves."

"It sounds like you're saying they're selfish." Ember states threading her fingers through his and playing with his rings.

"Aren't we all? When I got out, my first thought was selfish, that I needed you and only you. Screw Hermione and Draco they can handle themselves." He lightly laughs kissing behind her ear softly.

A smile pushes its way onto her face and she looks up at him, Mattheo pecks her lips and lightly pushes the small of her back urging her to go on. "I still want you to say it though." He says closing Cho Changs eyes once and for all as they pass.

"It's not my fault." She whispers

Mattheo stands beside her when they get to a random door "good girl." He says slowly opening the heavy wooden door with one hand and peaking inside. The dark dining hall makes Mattheo's eye twitch as he searches the room.

All the meetings, all of the punishments and yet he can't find the hatred in himself anymore.

As they enter a hiss echos the room putting them into flight mode and crouching down a little frightened where the sound came from.

The sounds of scales scraping the wooden floors makes Ember shiver but she takes a tip toe step forward. Mattheo grabs her hand bringing it up to his face and lightly kisses it while clutching onto it hard, it's like he's saying sorry.