The Chosen One (MattheoRiddle x Ophelia)

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"Ophelia Snape." As I heard the hissing voice say my name, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. The tone was both menacing and mocking, and it echoed through the darkness like a haunting melody. I could see the figure of Voldemort looming in the shadows, his red eyes gleaming with malevolence as he laughed in a cruel way.

Suddenly, my attention was drawn to Cedric's lifeless body lying on the ground. I cried out his name, my voice filled with anguish and despair. I couldn't figure out what was happening, but I knew that something terrible had occurred.

My gaze shifted to the rat-like man casting the killing curse, his expression twisted with malice and hatred. I felt a sense of helplessness wash over me, as though I was paralyzed by fear and uncertainty. I wanted to help Cedric, to save him from this terrible fate, but something was holding me back.

Out of the blue, I felt a cold hand caressing my cheek. I turned my head to see Voldemort's pale, snake-like face looming over me. His eyes glowed red with malice as he let out a menacing laugh. I shuddered with fear as his wand swirled around my hair, the rat-like man behind him muttering incoherent words.

I felt confused, angry, and afraid all at once. I knew I had to get out of this hell, but I didn't know how. Just then, I woke up, my body covered in sweat. The nightmare felt so vivid, as if it was happening right in front of my eyes. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the sound of water was all around me. I looked around my surroundings, but everything was the same.

Flipping off the duvet from my body, I stood up and walked to the nightstand. My hand shook as I reached for the glass of water, and I drank it down in one gulp. The dream was like a warning, a premonition of something terrible that was about to happen.

To get fresh air I descended down to the Slytherin common room. The atmosphere was cold and eerie, with greenish lamps casting flickering shadows on the rough stone walls. The room was decorated with emerald green and silver colors, and comfortable chairs and couches were scattered around. As I walked towards the exit, I  noticed a figure at the very corner holding a book and reading something. At first, I thought it was just a statue, but then the figure cleared his throat. It was Matthew. My heart skipped a beat as I turned around to face him. "What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Matthew looked up from his book and replied, "I could ask you the same thing, Miss Snape."

I glared at him, feeling my anger boil over. Matthew's cold voice cut through the silence, making me shiver. "It's past curfew, Miss Snape. You must make your way back to your dormitory at once" he said, his eyes still fixed on his book.

I wanted to challenge him, to show him that I wasn't afraid of him. "What if I don't?" I asked, my voice full of confidence and determination. I saw the same devilish smirk appear on his lips, and I knew he was enjoying this.

"You are a most obstinate young lady, Miss Snape, far beyond your years," he said, his eyes finally meeting mine. I felt a surge of anger rise up in me. I couldn't stand this man. I clenched my fists and took a step forward. "I would do anything to ensure that you are eradicated from the face of this earth, Riddle." I said through gritted teeth.

Matthew's eyes widened in surprise, and I could see a flicker of amusement in them. But then, the smirk returned to his lips, and he stood up, towering over me. "You do not frighten me, little witch," he said, his voice low and menacing.

I stood there, my wand aloft and my heart pounding in my chest. My fury was palpable, but I knew that I needed to regain my composure. I couldn't allow Matthew to see that he had gotten the best of me. "Do not address me as 'little witch'," I hissed through gritted teeth, my gaze locked on his. The heat of my anger radiated from me, and I sensed that he felt it too.

Matthew, however, was not so easily deterred. "And what if I don't?" He challenged me back, his words dripping with sarcasm. But I would not be silenced.

Matthew's expression shifted, and he looked almost impressed that I wasn't cowed by him. "You believe that you can take me on," he said, his voice low and menacing. I could see the challenge in his eyes, and I knew that he was attempting to provoke me into doing something foolish.

"I don't believe it, I am sure of it," I stated, my voice unwavering and confident. I didn't care what he was capable of doing to me. I was aware that he was far more powerful than I was, but I refused to display any sign of weakness.

Just as I was about to cast a spell on him, someone stood behind me. I spun around to face my father, who regarded me with his usual cold expression. "Kindly explain your presence here and the reason for your wand being raised." Snape inquired, his voice slicing through the tension in the air.

I turned around to indicate that Matthew was the one who initiated the conflict, but just as I turned back, he vanished as if he had never been there. I felt humiliated and enraged, my cheeks flushing with heat. I knew that my father was disappointed in me, and I couldn't fault him. I had behaved like a child, and I was fortunate that Matthew had disappeared before I did something that I would regret.

As I caught my father's eye, I could sense his anger simmering just below the surface. I knew it was time to make a hasty retreat. "I should head back to the dorm," I murmured, my voice small and unsteady. I couldn't bear to make a bigger fool of myself in front of him. And so, with my head held low, I began to make my way back to my dormitory.

As I made my way past the familiar dungeons, a hissing voice caught my attention. It was as though someone was calling out to me, beckoning me closer. My curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer to the wall, straining to hear the voice more clearly. But instead of words, I was met with a menacing laugh that sent shivers down my spine. Fear and terror overtook me, and I knew that I had stumbled upon something far beyond my understanding