Dangerous Addiction M.R (T.N)

Twenty seven

"Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen."

The spinning stops, a round of apparating I have never felt before. I feel Mattheo holding me tight onto his body, stopping me from falling. The strange feeling is killing me, and I breathe heavily as I see the streets of London in front of me. It's time. Usually, I am good at turning my emotions off, but this time, I can't do that. All I can hear, see, and touch feels like death. It surrounds me, reminding me of its existence. I feel dead, and I can't stop thinking of the people who will lose their lives today. The children will lose their parents, just like I lost my mother. I hear Mattheos's voice, but I can't clarify the words he is trying to say. It's all mumbles, just a bunch of nonsense. He grabs me, staring me right into my eyes.

"Can you hear me?" I blink a few times, realising I don't know how to speak.

"Here, take this. It might taste weird, but you must drink every single sip. Understand?" I nod, staring at the small bottle in my hand. It's a potion, and I would realise it from miles away; it's the potion of the potions. Polyjuice.

"Who will I turn into exactly?" Mattheo bites his lower lip. Oh lord, this can't be good.

"Mattheo?" He sighs deeply before giving me a piece of paper with the name Umbridge on it. Fucking hell, I will not go around looking like some smuggle whore.

"You have to be kidding me," Mattheo doesn't answer me. He is quiet, and I realise that I may not be the only one nervous right now.

"Are you okay?" He stares at me, numb in a way I have never seen him before.

"Ask me when we are done with this," I nod slowly, taking a deep breath. Seeing him drink his potion, I follow him and do the same thing. The man in front of me is no longer the boy I am used to spending my time with. It is an old man with short hair, maybe in his forties.

"Oh, you look awful," he says, staring at me. I don't think I have ever seen Riddle staring at me with so much disgust in his eyes, but I get it; I would, too, if I saw myself as Dolores Umbridge.

"You know, I would kiss you, but I am not into that Umbridge look." He still has his famous Riddle smirk, and I realise that deep down, it's his words and the way they make me feel that has an effect on me. Even when he looks like that.

"So much can go wrong today," I sigh, and he grabs my hand. Something changes, my pulse lowers, and I meet his gaze, feeling something familiar to feeling safe.

"Listen. You follow my lead; don't do anything until I say something. And if anything goes wrong, you run. You run and apparate as far away from here as possible." I nod; I know I won't leave him; at least, I don't want to. But I promised him and Draco to stay safe and prioritise myself, I can't break that promise.

"It's time," the ministry is more crowded than I remember it. Many people stress around in every direction, and I walk close to Mattheo, still trying not to seem too suspicious. When I think about it, I never really ask Mattheo where the real us are. I hope he has that under control because if we run into the real us...

"don't worry, darling. Lucious already fixed that." I hear a voice inside my head say, and I look over at Mattheo, who is already sneaking a look at me. Can he read my mind?

"I haven't been able to do that before, but I had to take a potion to make it work. I put it inside of your polyjuice. Talk to me in your head; that way, no one will figure it out." I only nod discreetly, trying to stay away from walking into someone.

"Dolores, it's a pleasure seeing you in here today." An old lady walks up to me, and I give her a confused look. Oh fucking hell, who is this woman? I read her name on the shirt, Amelia Bones. Of course, I haven't heard much good about her from Lucius.