𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎
Mattheo x OC
Dumbledore's dead. Mattheo and Draco have left with the death eaters. War is just around the corner.
After discovering the truth about Mattheo's mother and the reason why the dark Lord is immortal, Cordelia joins Harry...
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Mattheo
Stealing one last glance at her as the moon shone through the openings of the trees, I turned into the dark expanse of the forest. Shouts and screams were thrown through the wind, signalling that I was heading in the right direction. I treaded carefully, watching my steps as I hurried over twisting tree roots. A distant howl echoed its way towards me but it was only then that I couldn't distinguish whether the sound was a creature of the night or one of the death eaters. I guess they're one in the same. A few more cautious steps and I realised that all I could hear now were the crunching of twigs under my shoes and my ragged breathing. They were gone.
I tried my best to get a better look at where they could have gone but the fog was too thick and the night too black to see anything. Suddenly, a low snarl grumbled from behind me sending the hairs on the back of my neck upright in alert. I turned ever so slowly, one hand clutching my wand the other up in surrender. "Fenrir," I acknowledged calmly. "Play nice."
"Get the boy." Bellatrix' voice squawked out from the darkness. But before I could turn in her direction, Fenrir's clawed fingers had struck across my cheek bringing an overwhelming stinging sensation to my face. I tried to regain my composure but my legs grew weak and I found myself dropping to my knees. I looked up toward the beast of a man through squinted eyes, but he only retaliated with a disgusting smirk before a fist was planted in my jaw and I fell to the ground. The dark of the night blurred into the underside of my eyelids.
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It was the stench that revealed to me where I was. Even if I could see my surroundings, it was the smell that always revealed when the death eaters were near. The smell: suffocating and putrid.
I struggled to find my footing as I was shoved forward and then down into what felt like a small wooden chair. I remained silent, listening patiently to the sounds of the surrounding death eaters. Another body felt near, pushed down into an adjacent seat. They let out the smallest of whimpers as our arms were thrusted behind us and tied with an incantation. My breathing was becoming hot, fanning against my face within the fabric bag that had been pulled over me however long ago in the woods. Minutes, hours, days...
"Well well," a snakelike voice spoke from meters away. "What have we here?"
"The boys. As you requested my lord," Greyback's voice replied. At that moment my bag was lifted harshly off of my head and my eyes were immediately greeted with daylight. I squinted and looked around seeing what felt like a hundred pairs of eyes staring back at me. I felt a shuffle next to me and turned to see Draco struggling in his chair, tugging on invisible restraints.
