Surviving Fate // Mattheo Riddle ♣️

Chapter Five - Anger

"Gahhhh!" Voldemort let out a scream of anguish, throwing a spell at another Death Eater. He fell to the ground, screaming in pain as the Cruciatus curse took hold.

Everyone was in the room. At least, those that had been at the attack, excluding the obvious Mattheo and myself. They shook in fear. I could tell that they didn't want to show it, but as I watched each of the dark wizards carefully, I found that they couldn't look more fearful.

"My Lord?" I spoke up.

Voldemort released his hold on the Death Eater, letting the man breath for a moment. He turned to look at me. "It didn't work."

"What made you think it was ever going to work Tom?" I asked, stepping forward.

He moved from the wizard he had been torturing, giving the poor man a chance to move away. Tom made his way closer to me.

"Our wands are the same," he informed me. "I thought –"

"That using a different wand would work?" I queried, cutting the man off.

To a normal wizard, interrupting the Dark Lord's sentence was something you didn't do, and indeed the Death Eater's around me tensed as I did. They were scared of him, but I wasn't. I couldn't afford to be.

"The only thing you need to defeat Potter," I began coolly, shaking my head with a small smile, "is the Elder Wand."

Tom's eyes turned to mine. "Then I need to find it."

"And we will," I assured him. "But if you keep attacking Potter before we do, he'll find a weakness in our ranks. He'll exploit it. When you face him again, you need to be the one with the upper hand."

"He has to die."

"He will," I replied sternly. I hoped the Merlin that he wouldn't. "He will die at your hand Tom, but if you keep going after him like you have been, all that speaks to is your impatience. And with impatience comes mistakes. You don't want to make a mistake now Tom, do you?"

He shook his head. "No."

"No," I repeated, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Let me go to the wedding tomorrow and when I come back, we'll find the wand. Together."

Little did the man in front of me know that I had already found the prized possession he searched for, but there was no harm in running him around in circles for a while longer. It might give Harry the time he needs to find a way to destroy the evil that reeked from him.

"You're dismissed," he ordered the others, straightening his form and turning towards the other Death Eaters. He apparated. As did the rest of his followers.

I let out a shaking breath, my legs stumbling. 

"Woah," Mattheo's voice spoke, catching me before I could fall.

I leaned into his hold, still standing. "Shit."

"Are you alright?" I heard Rosier ask.

I turned my head to look at him. "Would you believe me if I told you I was fine?"

"Not even slightly," Draco answered for him, a worried expression on his face.

"That was fucking scary Black," Felix commented.

I moved away from Mattheo, giving him a comforting smile. I stood on my own. "He would have killed everyone in this room if I hadn't calmed him down."

"You've still got some nerve to do that," he added.

"Someone had to."

"What happened?" Draco asked me. "With Potter?" He was clearly worried.

I shook my head. "They were moving Harry," I informed the three of them. "Taking him from Privet Drive to The Burrow. Mundungus Fletcher ratted them up. Got Mad-Eye Moody killed and George injured."