Messy love | Matheo Riddle

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CHAPTER 8

TW : SU&CIDE, AB&SE

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CHAPTER 8- THE FIRST SIGHTING

" I have shared with you parts of me I have never even shared with myself before "

-Dhiman

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POV OF AUTHOR

Feyre, 6 years old.

"Mummy and daddy will be back soon alright? Just-" she looks around nervously, "stay in the park"  Aveena said sternly. Aveena Azura - Feyre's mother got up from kneeling, kissing her beloved daughter in the cheeks before waving goodbye. Feyre nodded like the good child she was.

It was a sunny day, the sun gleaming brightfully as ever. Such a joyous weather it was back then.

They both walked off as a pair, Aveena calling once more, "Don't go anywhere" before disappearing into the tall building - The building of the ministry of magic.

Feyre strides into the park, taking tiny steps with her small feet, "Why didn't they take me inside?" Young Feyre pondered in her lonliness.

Truth was, Aveena Azura and Rhysand Azura had to discuss several things with the Ministry of Magic. They both were Deatheaters, secretly working for the order of the phoenix.  They had several administrative matters to declare and discuss in the meeting held today. A meeting holding powerful wizards, the minister, members of the orders of the phoenix and Albus Dumbledore. Feyre, however was not invited into this important meeting.

Mainly because, she was a Godblood and her parents, for the sake of her own safety, wanted to keep her identity private. Particularly from the outsiders attending the meeting. After all, it was only Albus  Dumbledore that knew about her true identity.

Feyre, of course, was not aware of any of this. She was hidden from any information that would leak that she was a special identity. To her, she was just a normal child, with no friends.

As she walked, the enormous trees seemed to swallow her, taking her deep into the park, which now resembled a magical forest. The unique ringing of birds filled her ears as the sunlight filtered through the big trees, casting enchanting shadows.

Her tiny hands gripped the hem of her white dress, with ribbons on it. The leaves beneath her crunched with every step of her tiny feet. This park was beautiful, a haven for magical adventures. If only she had friends to share these wonders.

Her tiny hands griped the hem of her white dress, with ribbons on it. The leaves beneath her crunched every time she took a step with her tiny feet. This park was beautiful. There was so much free space, to run, jump and hide. If only she had friends to do any of those things.

She pouted crossing her arms, her legs never stopping. Well, atleast it was better than that Jailcell they called home.

Suddenly, she heard a faint sobbing sound. She frowned, who could that be? She turned her head in it's direction, attempting to pick up the sound as much as possible while leading her legs in the direction of the distant cries.

After a minute or two, she realized the sobbing was now loud and clear. Her eyes searched for the figure making the noise. It was coming from a humongous tree. She tilted sideways only to find a small boy crying behind a tree.