Golden trio era, enemies to lovers, long & painful.
It all started with a name.
A psychopath girl &
A sociopath guy.
Description;
Mattheo Riddle enters hogwarts school of witch craft and wizardry, for a specific reason. Thinking he will not like it...
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"You cannot!"
I yelled and cried.
Cried until my lungs were exhausted and couldn't even build up the motivation to breathe.
"I am doing this for your benefit!" My father yelled in my face, his eyes red with fury. Pure evil lingered in the corners of his downturned lips. Pure evil he was.
"I am doing this for us." He spoke, pointing his finger to me and back at him, his evil voice slicing through the thick air, hitting me right in the chest. It sent shivers down my spine, a disgusting feeling of nausea ran over my body and I couldn't help but feel sick.
Sick of him.
Too sick to speak, to move, to do anything. I felt weak. I felt silly.
He breathed out, wiping his black hair away from his face.
"You did this for yourself." I mumbled.
His red eyes flashed wide open with nothing but anger.
"I did this for your mother!" He yelled, getting more angered by his own words.
His eyebrows twitched when I rose my chin, hiding my fear behind my gaze.
He turned around.
"You should be grateful."
"For what?" I laughed. "For you?" My words were no longer quiet or softly spoken, but turned into harsh yells.
"You didn't do anything! There is nothing I should be grateful for."
He spun around, smacking me right across the face with his rough hand.
Shock spread throughout my entire body, my gaze lingered on the floor, too afraid to look at the eyes of evil.
My mother always told me, that "if you look in the eyes of evil. Evil is going to look right back at you."
He grabbed my chin, squeezing it hard.
"You—" he breathed out. "You are not your mother. You do not— you do not yell at me! You do not disrespect me!"
I looked up at him, my eyes glossed with hot tears.
"Your mother is gone!"
My nose began to sting and when I tried to speak I could only release exhausted breaths.
"You don't know anything! You don't know what I've done for you, what I did for your mother."
I pushed him back from me, my tears now burning down my cheeks.
"My mother is dead because of you!" I cried. "My friends are dead because of you! E-Everyone I ever cared for has either died under your hand or ran from me out of fear of what you may do to them."
