Surviving Fate // Mattheo Riddle ♣️

Chapter Thirty-One - A Memory

Word Count: 2,099 words. 

Warnings: None. 

Third Person POV

"Fuck," Lyra cursed, stumbling away from the man in front of her.

"Lyra?" Mattheo spoke up, approaching the girl.

"I'm... not... Lyra," the Obscurus told him firmly, sending a glare his way.

"But Miss Black is fighting back," Albus Dumbledore spoke up.

Lyra turned her head slowly, narrowing her eyes at the Headmaster. "She's poking around."

"It's her mind."

"My memories."

"The memories of the people you killed."

Licking her lips, the curse took a deep breath, straightening her stature and returning her wand to point at the man in front of her.

"It won't change anything. It isn't strong enough," she told him, wiping blood from under her nose.

"Lyra?" Mattheo questioned again, moving to stand in front of her, now between her and the headmaster.

Lyra sighed, shaking her head. "Move, boy," she told him. "I'm tired of games. Let me kill the old man and leave."

He shook his head. "I can't let you do that."

She turned her wand to him. "If you think because you mean something to the body I'm in that somehow she'll come right back out, you're foolish. She can't see what I'm doing."

"I don't need her to see it."

The girl scoffed. "You would die for the man behind you then?"

Draco then joined the other Slytherin, blocking her view of Dumbledore. "No. I don't care for the man. Neither does he."

"We care about the person you've hurt," Riddle started. "And we won't let you make her do this."

"How pathetic," she sighed, tilting her head to look at the man behind them. "Is this what its come to? Hiding behind students?"

"They're not protecting me," he began. "They care for her, as do I."

She laughed. "You've never cared for anyone," she told him aggressively. "You only care about you and the people that can help you becoming stronger and better. You're selfish."

"And you're not?" he questioned. "Killing innocents just to live a little longer?"

"They get to live for decades," she stressed, "And I don't even get to live for one. Tell me how that's fucking fair."

"It's not, but it isn't your right to decide."

"Well then I'll make it my fucking right," – she turned to the two boys in front of her. "Move or I kill you."

Neither of them moved. They were scared, she could see it. The Obscurus had lived long enough to know fear when it was in front of them, but they didn't move. Whether it was for the man behind them or the girl they stood in front of, it didn't matter, they were in her way.

"Fine," she muttered, taking a breath. "Then die."

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Lyra's POV

The door slammed behind me, causing me to jump and turn around. Credence and Ariana had not followed me through.

"Credence!" I called out rushing for the door and pulling on the hand. "Ariana!" It wouldn't open. "Shit."