The Chosen One (MattheoRiddle x Ophelia)

Chapter 28

As soon as the class ended, I rushed back to my dorm, locking the door behind me. My stomach was in knots, and my legs shook with every step I took. I clutched my abdomen tightly, hoping that the pain would subside, but it only grew worse. Every part of my lower abdomen ached, and I couldn't find any relief.

I collapsed to the floor, my body writhing in agony. I had never felt anything like this before, and it terrified me. I was alone, vulnerable, and in pain, and there was nothing I could do to make it stop.

I kicked my legs in the air, hoping that it would help, but it only made things worse. The pain grew more intense with each passing moment, and I felt like I was going to die.

I had never had a sexual relationship with anyone, and this was not how I had imagined it would be. I hated him, hated myself for letting him have control over my body. I was angry, hurt, and alone, and there was nothing I could do to make it go away.

The pain was unbearable, but I knew that I had to try to push through it. I dragged myself to the bathroom, my body trembling with each step. I opened my robe, my skirt, and my shirt, turning on the hot water in the shower. I drained my body in the hot bath, hoping that it would help to soothe the pain.

After changing into comfortable clothes, I sat on my bed, my eyes growing heavier by the second. I drifted off to sleep, my body exhausted from the pain and the trauma.

I woke up to a persistent knocking on my door. I was irritated and groggy as I stumbled to the door and yanked it open. There stood Pansy, her curls bouncing as she spoke. "The training starts at five," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. I glared at her, my nostrils flaring with anger. I hummed in response and slammed the door shut.

I didn't want to do anything today. All I wanted was to sleep, to forget the events of a few hours ago. As I sat on my bed, I noticed that the blanket was draped over my body. I didn't remember putting it there, but I didn't give it much thought. Maybe I had been cold in my sleep.

I dragged myself out of bed and got ready for the evening practice. When I walked into the common room, everyone was already gathered. I was relieved to see that one person was missing. I never wanted to see him again.

Draco stood at the front of the group, his face smug as he spoke. "So the new members of the Quidditch team are..." he trailed off, looking at each of us in turn. "I'm the captain," he declared, his voice ringing with pride. "Montague and Warrington are the chasers, Zabini and Goyle are the beaters, Greengrass is the keeper, and..." he turned to me, his smirk growing wider. "Snape is the seeker."

As the sun set, the sky was bathed in a warm, golden glow. The air was crisp, and a gentle breeze carried the sweet songs of birds across the field. It was a beautiful evening, the kind that made you feel alive and grateful for the world around you.

We gathered around the field, each of us drinking a potion to prepare for the game. We mounted our brooms and took our positions, ready to start. I flew high into the air, my heart pounding with anticipation. I stood there, lost in thought, as the game began.

Draco threw the Bludger high into the sky, and the Beaters sprang into action, using their bats to hit it away from their own players and towards the opposing team. I watched as they battled it out, their movements quick and fluid. The game continued for hours, each of us playing our hearts out.

As the sun disappeared below the horizon, the sky was painted in hues of pink and orange. The darkness crept in, but we continued to play, our brooms cutting through the air like knives. We played until we could play no longer, until the darkness was too much to bear.

Exhausted, we returned to the Slytherin common room, our bodies aching and our spirits high. I made my way to my dorm, eager to rest and recover. But as I walked, a dark figure appeared before me, blocking my path.

I tried to ignore it, to walk past, but a hand lashed out and spun me around. My back collided with the cold stone wall, and I cried out in pain.

As I stood there, my back pressed against the cold, stone wall, I could feel the anger inside me boiling over. The moonlight shone through the window, casting a pale glow over the room and reflecting off the person I hated the most. I gritted my teeth, fighting to free my hand from his grip, but he just pushed me harder into the wall.

With my free hand, I slapped him hard across the cheek. It was an unconscious action, my body reacting before my mind could even register what I was doing. A red handprint formed on his cheek, but he didn't flinch, didn't even react. He just stood there, looking me in the eyes with no emotion at all.

I glared at him, the anger inside me intensifying. "Do not dare to touch me," I said, my voice seething with rage. But he just stood there, as if he knew I would be angry. My eyes were burning with fire, and at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to rip every muscle out of his body.

I pushed him hard in the chest, and for the first time, he stood back, giving way for me to leave. I glared at him one last time before storming out of the hallway, my heart pounding with fury.

As I walked down the dark, winding corridors of Hogwarts, I could feel the anger inside me boiling over. I wanted nothing more than to scream, to lash out at the world around me. I walked on, my thoughts consumed with anger and frustration, until I finally reached my dorm room.

I pushed open the door, my heart still pounding with fury, and collapsed onto my bed. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions.

As I lay in bed, my mind was wild with thoughts. I knew I needed to find a way to calm my mind and bring some order to my racing thoughts. So, I reached over to the drawer and pulled out the book that had been calling to me. I lit up the nightstand lamp and began flipping through the pages, searching for something to distract me from my thoughts.

As I turned the pages, my eyes fell upon the word "Sectumsempra" written in the margin. The word was familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. I turned the pages, searching for more information, but there was nothing. Just that one word, written in small, cramped handwriting.

I was about to close the book and give up when something else caught my eye. The words "Half-Blood Prince" were inscribed on the cover, barely visible through the thick layer of dust that had accumulated over the years. I wiped away the dust and examined the cover more closely. "Who is the Half-Blood Prince?" I muttered to myself, my curiosity piqued.

The two phrases, "Half-Blood Prince" and "Sectumsempra," swirled around my head, refusing to let me rest. I knew that I had to find out more about the Half-Blood Prince and the mysterious spell that had intrigued me so much. I was determined to uncover the secrets hidden within those pages, no matter what it took.