Entwined

~CHAPTER 2~

Everests Perspective-

He falls to his knees with his back to me and i swear I see a tear. Then I snap back to my senses and remember that this man just killed a store full of people. How do I know he is safe to be around. Stupid question, he's clearly not. If he is anything like my father and the dark lords other minions, I'm gonna die alone is this frickin bookstore. Thanks alot Dumblesaur. If it weren't for him requiring we buy a bunch of dumb textbooks for fourth year, my life wouldn't be on the line right now. I storm up to the guy, prepared to scream at him. Then at least I'll go out with a bang. Kind of. I'd still be alone. Fucking hell, forget it. When I reach him, kneeled on the floor, silently crying, I question the situation again. Why did he help me? Why hasn't he killed me yet? Why is he now crying? He's a deatheater, isn't he supposed to show no emotion and love murdering innocent people. Thats what my mother says the deatheaters are like. She, in fact is also a deatheater, but its complicated. Anyways, seeing this strong, fearless man sobbing in front of me somehow hits a weak spot in me, as I uncontrollably breakdown. "What just happened?! Why haven't you killed me?!" I cry, pounding the floor with my blood coated hands. The guy turns around, his face still tear stained. Blood is streaming from his nose and neck, soaking the collar of his white shirt. I study his no longer covered face intently. Taking in the deep brown of his eyes, the scars through his right eye, left cheekbone, and bridge of his nose, his dark brown curls, his soft, perfect lips, and his flawlessly sculpted jawline. God damn is he attractive. But thats not the point at the moment. He stands, walking towards me, his eyes boring into my soul. I shiver, shifting myself cautiously away from his gaze. He appears hurt as he watches me move away from him. Or maybe I'm just imagining it. I mean he is a mass murder who follows a psycho dude. Why would he feel bad if his victim is terrified of him.

He finally stops walking and locks eyes with me. "To answer your questions, what just happened was my father had me under his control, using my body to kill these innocent people. Then I saw you, somehow gained the strength to push my dad out of my head, helped you with your ankle, and then had a breakdown. And I haven't killed you yet because I have never killed anybody myself, and I never plan on killing anybody unless they are my father." The guy says, speaking softly but sternly. "Anymore questions?" He asks sarcasticly, rolling his eyes. "Actually, just one more question," I reply, still extremely confused with the situation. "Make that two,"
"Ask away," he replies, rolling his eyes again slightly. "Who is your father, why did you gain strength when you saw me, why should I trust you, who are you, and what are we going to do?!" I ask, practically exploding. "That is alot more than two questions," He states, emotionless, although I swear I see a hint of a smirk, although its probably just my imagination again. "Sorry," I mumble. "Ok, my father is the dark lord who I'm sure you have heard of, I have no clue as to why I got stronger, you should trust me because I don't plan on hurting you and I will prove that to you with time, I am Mattheo Riddle, I'm 15, and I have no clue what we are going to do, but something certainly needs to be done, cause I can't keep living under my fathers control, doing all his dirty work, and being seen as a monster by all these poor people." He explains, a slight gentleness in his eyes making me want to trust him. "I know who to talk to. Dumbledoor. He'll understand the situation and come up with some wise idea or something to keep you safe and me alive,"

*Time Skip*

"I see, thank you for coming to me," Dumbledoor says, pacing the floor of his office as he strokes his abnormally long beard. Like, I know he's super old, but how the fuck did he grow a beard that long? Anyways, Professor Dumbledee says that the safest and best solution would be to enrol Mattheo at hogwarts so he can be close to me at all times, and he's going to continue researching and get back to us when he finds any new info. Its a temporary fix I guess. I don't understand why all of a sudden I care so much about the dark lords son. It just doesn't make sense. "Maybe it's cause I'm prince charming or something," I hear from behind me. I turn to see, the one and only, Mattheo Riddle holding the door of Dumbledoors office open impatiently. He can read my mind now? Just great. "Yep, it is actually really great," he says smirking. This bitch. Then I realise I'm still standing in Dumbledoors office, so I hurriedly walk out of the room, only turning quickly to nod my thanks to Dumbledoor before speed walking down the corridor.