This Was A Mistake | Mattheo Riddle X Reader

chapter 24

the following contains: self harm, mentions of self harm, blood ⚠️

Maya
As I'd expected, they didn't take that very well. I guess they were going to have to put up with it. They didn't seem to like the vibes he gave considering his father was literally Voldemort.

Mattheo still hasn't sent me any letters and I was beginning to get annoyed. He said he would. When he had time. Had he been that busy? It'd been literally half the summer already, and he hadn't sent me anything.

In fact, I sent him a letter after I was at the Three Broomsticks with my friends and he didn't answer.

I ate a bag of crisps in the kitchen wearing some sweatpants and a sports bra. I had my hair up into a long, messy ponytail.

My parents were at work and I heard a knock at the door. No elves were around to answer it so I went up to answer it myself.

Ugh.

"What the hell do you want?? Why are you here?!" I spat in his face.

"I- I need to talk to you. I don't know who-"

"Talk to someone else about it! Leave!"

"I got the mark." He said as he removed his left sleeve, revealing a death eater mark tattooed on his left arm.

My eyes widened, mouth dropped, in shock.

"Why would you tell me about this? We don't talk.." I said as I examined his dark mark. He quickly snatched his arm away once I touched it. "Don't touch it. It burns."

I sighed heavily before I said these nexts words, "Come in." I rolled my eyes as I opened the door wider.

It kind of made sense to why Draco told only me. My family, his, and other death eaters were the only ones who knew that he was supposed to get it around sixth year. I didn't expect it to be so soon.

We sat down at the couches and chatted for a bit.

I hated that I was even speaking to him. I hated him so much, I wish he would've told Blaise or Enzo about this so he wouldn't have to run to me.

A part of me had felt bad because I knew he didn't want to be apart of any of that yet he was forced to.

"Who is all staying with you at the manor?" I furrowed my eyebrows. If all the deatheaters were there, Mattheo surely was.

Draco
She'd asked me who was all at the manor.

Every death eater of course. "Everyone. Including.."

"Voldemort." She finished in a faint tone, sending shivers down my back. She was incredibly bold for saying his name.

"What? Are you scared to say his name or something?" She looked at me. "N-no." I stuttered.

"Take me to the manor." She said.

"What? Hell no." I said.

"No, I'm going with you. Right now. I need to see Mattheo." She crossed her arms at me. I scoffed in annoyance, he really wasn't all that.

He was much scarier then myself. I hated my cousin with a passion.

"No. It's too dangerous." I insisted. I didn't want to see her at our manor with Riddle.

"I'm coming with you, whether you like it or not." She seethed and threw on a cropped shirt. "No."

"Yes." She looked me straight in the eyes.

I couldn't handle her stare so I agreed. "Fine. If anyone sees you, we're both dead." I said as I stood up and held out my right arm.

"Hss." She hissed in pain as she held onto my arm. "What?" I asked. "Uh- nothing." She said.