Surviving Fate // Mattheo Riddle ♣️

Chapter Twenty-Five - Sectumsempra

Word Count: 2,088 words.

Warnings: None. 

"Repario!" I heard Draco cast, looking up from my position on a nearby couch.

"Really?" I asked him, perking a brow. "Back to the basics?"

"Well, nothing else is working," he explained.

With the shake of my head, I turned myself, bringing my feet up to rest lengthways across the couch I sat at. "I'm starting to get the feeling that nothing is going to work."

"It has to work." It was Riddle this time. "We're dead if it doesn't."

I turned my head to watch the boy who spoke as he stood in front of the Vanishing Cabinet, biting his lip in thought.

"We'll figure it out," I spoke up, turning Mattheo's attention to me.

He smiled softly, the small beat of fear clear on his face. "I know."

"Merlin guys," Pansy's voice entered the conversation. "You still haven't figured it out?"

Sitting up, I watched as three Slytherin's made their way towards us.

"Give them a break Pans," Theo told her. "They're obviously just not good enough at spells."

With a small laugh, Nott made his way over to me, lifting my feet for a moment so that he could settle on the couch beside me. My cousin then delicately placed my legs over his lap, not disturbing the position I had been in beforehand.

"I think it's got to be something simple that'll repair it," Blaise told us. "I mean, you've tried all the hard shit, right?"

"There's one thing you haven't tried," my mother's voice echoed through my mind and I was suddenly aware of the fact that I hadn't heard from her in a while.

Credence, I tried.

"She's not wrong," he replied, approaching my side and leaning against the side of the couch I sat on. "I don't want you giving into it, but if you don't want Voldemort killing you, you need to repair this Cabinet."

I nodded slowly. "There's one thing we haven't tried," I spoke up, all head turning to me.

Mattheo seemed to be the only one who caught on to what I was about to say, cutting me off before I could go any further.

"No," he told me sternly. "We'll find something else."

"I might be able to fix it," I argued softly.

"What? With your smoke powers or something?" Pansy queried.

I nodded. "It's the only thing we have left."

Riddle shook his head again, but didn't voice any opinion as his jaw tensed.

I stood from the couch, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I'll be fine. I know how to push her back if she rushes to the front."

"I don't like it," he replied.

"I second that," Draco added.

"Third it." Theo.

"Fourth it." Blaise.

"Fifth it." Pansy.

"Sixth it." Credence.

I turned my head to the man that now stood beside me. I thought you said I should do it.

"I told you that it's the only way you might not get yourself killed, not that I actually wanted you to do it."