𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝. - 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐰𝐨

Merry Christmas, love.

content warning: torture, murder, SMUT(lolz), idk prolly smth else.

Mattheo paused, Corbin Yaxley was a Death Eater. Trusted heavily by his father. Mattheo also happened to hate him. He was always a no-good prick.

They'd been there for 5 minutes, waiting for Ravenna to calm down, while Mattheo collected his thoughts. No one came up looking for the source of the scream, Mattheo settling on the fact that it was too loud down there for anyone to hear what was going on up there, in their own world.

He looked down at the trembling girl. She looked exhausted, scared. She looked beaten. She had streaks of tears stained to her pale cheeks. She had her arms wrapped around herself.

Mattheo sighed, this really wasn't his thing. He was used to making people cry. He was used to ruining people but now, he couldn't break her. He had to find a way to help the fragile girl in front of him.

"What did he do to you?" he said quietly, looking at her.

She looked down at the floor, "He hurt me." she said softly, like a whisper.

"He, um." she cleared her throat, "he," She sobbed. Her hand fell over her mouth. "He did things to me." She said tears streaming down her cheeks. She could barely speak.

"He touched me, t-tortured me, he almost killed me. He- he made it so I couldn't have children."

Mattheo's eyes widened, "How?" his anger clouded his eyes.

"He- he cursed me, and it never healed properly. The Lestrange bloodline, it ends with me." she sobbed, only Teddy knew about this. It was a different type of pain, not having the choice.

He clenched his jaw, he stood up about to leave.

"No please. Stay, Mattheo please." She begged. She didn't want to be alone, the thought scared her.

He knew he couldn't just leave her there, in shambles all alone, left to comfort herself like she'd always done. His head was screaming two different things.

Go fucking torture him until he's begging for death.

Stay here and protect Ravenna. She needs you.

Eventually he came to his conclusion.

"Okay, come on." he said standing up, all she did was look up at him, tears still shining on her skin.

He sighed again, he extended his hand to help her up.

"Come on, love. Nothing can get you with me."

She stared up at him, then her hands slid into his. He pulled her up, she could smell him, he smelled like a warm fire, and cigarettes. She wasn't fond of the cigarette smell but the fire. Well, the fire smelled safe. It fit him so well, the heat, the passion, the impulsiveness. Maybe he wasn't rain, maybe he was fire.

As she stood and as soon as she did, she wrapped her arms around herself. She trembled, sniffling.

He hexed the door, no one but them could open, at least for the night. He looked over at her. She looked stunning in her dress.

She was standing in the middle of the room looking half-dead and scared.

"Let's get this dress off of you." He muttered quietly. He strode over to her, looking at her for consent.

She nodded, he pulled down the shoulders of the dress as it slid off. She was only in a underwear. He took off his suit. Ravenna's eyes widened, she didn't know what he was doing.