Riddle Me - Mattheo x Reader

The Short Mission, The Lasting Pain

Hi. I'm really drained so I might take a break. I'm sorry for not updating in a long time.

My face was hot, puffy and tear stained. 'Please...no...'  I fell to my knees next to Mattheo's body. My legs were soaked in blood, but I couldn't care less. I checked for his pulse, he was still breathing, but it was ever so faint. 'FIX HIM SOMEONE PLEASE!' I screamed. No one said a word. 'PLEASE PLEASE I BEG YOU I'LL DO ANYTHING, JUST HELP HIM PLEASE PLEASE.' I was sobbing, screaming, begging for help but no one did anything. No one moved. No one spoke. Heck I couldn't even hear anyone breathing. 

'Darli-'

'NO MUM NO HELP HIM PLEASE, IF YOU LOVE ME HELP HIM PLEASE. I'LL DO ANYTHING, ANYTHING.' Mum looked around and took a couple steps towards the bloody puddle I sat in. 

'Fine.' I stopped sobbing and looked up at her through teary eyes.

'What? You'll do it?'

'On one condition. You never ever go near him again after his memory is erased. Ever.' mum spoke coldly and didn't look at me. Father stood in the back his face contorted into something that showed rage, disgust, and judgment at the same time. Bellatrix was quiet too. 

'Fine, just save him. Please.' 

One of the Deatheaters gruffly told me to move out of the way as he cast charms on Mattheo's near-lifeless body. Mattheo sat up and looked around his face stone cold and emotionless again. A horrible shiver ran down my spine. 'Who's blood is this?' he asked nonchalantly as if waking up in a large puddle of blood was a normal everyday experience. 'Oh well. Hello. I should be off to school now.' His eyes met mine and something flickered in him, but before I could react he just got up and left, drenched in blood. 

'I should go too.' I sighed. 'I assume you'll let Dumbledore know what happened? Or not. I don't even know. I'm not staying here.'  I walked up the stairs and into my room. I flopped down onto my bed for a bit making sure to not let blood get on my bed; and I screamed.

I screamed loudly into my pillows until my lungs hurt. It felt good. Refreshing. I hated everything so much. Why did I decide to be friends with Mattheo? Why did I fall for him? Why did he have to tell me everything? WHY?WHY?WHY?

There was a knock on my door. 'Shut up please.' I got up and looked at the person. My vision cleared as tears fell down my cheeks. 'Hi.' Mattheo looked back at me smiling. It was his normal smile, did he remember me? 

I stood up. 'Yes?' 

'Y/n...' he trailed off. I gasped softly, he remembered. Somehow he remembered.  'I don't have much time to explain. I knew they would do this, so I took something that would help me remember everything. Now, I don't remember everything, but I remember you.'

I cried. And cried. 'GET OUT! OUT OUT OUT! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE. I CAN'T. I CAN'T HURT MYSELF AND YOU ANYMORE, THIS IS TOO MUCH, LEAVE ME ALONE MATTHEO, PLEASE ITS BETTER FOR BOTH OF US. LEAVE.' He was shocked. He stepped back slowly and reluctantly.

'I- I'm sorry Y/N... I'll go.' He left and shut the door behind him. But I knew he was still standing behind the door. I slid down the side of the door, my head in my hands. I can't do this anymore. It would've been easier avoiding him if I knew he remembered nothing about me. He remembers. WHY THE FUCK DOES HE REMEMBER. I elbowed the door and sobbed. My head was throbbing, I'm so tired of everything. 

I gasped and wiped my tears. I drew a long breath as I walked towards my trunk, stuffing it with whatever I got my hands on. Cursing under my breath, I opened the door. Mattheo wasn't there anymore. I walked down the stairs and out the Manor. I didn't even bother saying goodbye. The ministry car was still there. I hopped in, not looking back at. I can't look back. I won't look back. 

I'm coming back Hogwarts...