𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎
Mattheo x OC
Dumbledore's dead. Mattheo and Draco have left with the death eaters. War is just around the corner.
After discovering the truth about Mattheo's mother and the reason why the dark Lord is immortal, Cordelia joins Harry...
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Cordelia
Everyone had gathered in a hurry. Voldemort looked out over the remaining students with a wicked smile. Nagini slithered by his feet. She stood out like glimmering gold in a sea of black. The last horcrux.
"Who is that?" Ginny Weasley's panicked voice called out. "Hagrid's carrying? Neville who is that?" Arthur Weasley held her in his arms.
"Harry Potter... is dead!" Voldemort called out in victory.
"No! No!" Ginny race forward but her father held her back. I held Mattheo's hand tightly from where we stood, at the back of the crowd.
"Silence!" Voldemort blasted her with a silencing charm. "Stupid girl." He moved slowly towards the growing crowd, his tone changing. "Harry Potter is dead. From this day forth, you put your faith... in me." His hand pointed into his chest. I snuck a glance at Professor McGonagall's long concerned face. He smiled grimly, turning back to his loyal followers. "Harry Potter is dead!" he shouted. They all laughed and cackled. I turned my face into Mattheo's shoulder. He hadn't moved a muscle. He stared out at the scene in front in disbelief. Voldemort chuckled proudly. "And now is the time to declare yourself. Come forward and join us." He stood with his arms out wide. "Or die." Nobody moved. His face grew cold and angry.
"Draco," the harsh whisper of Lucius Malfoy echoed through the silence. "Oh, Draco." I turned to face him. He'd snuck up beside us. He didn't move but gulped nervously.
"Draco..." Narcissa's voice said this time. His eyes snapped towards her. His weakness. "Come." He looked around. His eyes met mine. I shook my head rapidly, mouthing a please. He took a step forward but I grabbed his hand in time.
"Don't do it." I whispered. He battled with his thoughts, lips trembling and eyes watering. Voldemort was growing more restless.
"Mattheo! Control your bitch!" Voldemort shouted. I ran forward with a growl, my wand stretched out in front of me.
"How dare you!" I shouted, blasting him with a spell. I stood stunned as it hit him in the shoulder. He stared down at his shoulder in shock which soon shifted into rage. He let out a scream, lifting his wand up in the air but before any spell could hit me, a pair of arms had wrapped around my waist and I was being pulled away. "Put. Me. Down." I screamed, struggling against their grip. My feet finally touched the ground, but the arms remained tight. I looked behind me at Mattheo's angry face. I went to speak again but he spoke first.
"Don't," he said sharply. I snapped my mouth shut, facing forward.
Draco had stayed put, much to his parent's disapproval. Neville began to shuffle forward, hobbling on his bad leg. My heart cracked a little more, seeing him approach the dark lord. Hermione began to sob from somewhere in front of us. "Well, I must say I'd hoped for better." The death eaters cackled together once again. "And who might you be young man?"
