Mattheo riddle imagines

She's mine

(Song : Angel by the wings)

(mature content)

He knows.

 My so called father  knows about my love, my life. The woman who gave me the power to breath, the will to live for yet another day,  he'll find her. I thought we could hide our unconditional love. I thought I could hide her, protect her, but it is my mistake for believing I could be happy. I finally found the one who I want to spend the rest of my life with, but he won't let that happen. He won't let me be with the daughter of Lily and James Potter. If I don't find her and keep her safe from the monster, he will murder her when she's in his sight. He will torture and torment her until she begs to be killed. I can't let that happen. I will not, because when it comes to those you love, you will fight like warriors , even if those on the other side are considered 'family'.

I burst into the Great Hall, frantically looking for her on the gryffindor table.  Her golden blonde hair is nowhere to be found. Where is she? I need to find her before he gets his grimy hands on her.. As I keep walking down the side of the table, multiple glances and whispers come my way. I stop until I reach the "golden trio" and hit Ron on his shoulder.

"Where's Andrea?"

"Huh?" All three turn around and look perplexed. I give them a stern stare.

"What do you want with my sister, you creep?" The "Chosen one"  asks.

The improper label has given Potter some confidence.

My jaw clenches, " I said where is your sister?"

Harry stands up and raises his head to reach my eyes.

"How about you stay away from her, yeah? I don't want your father torturing her every second." He laughs. 

He laughs. He thinks its funny. He doesn't care. I don't have time for his foolish and cocky self. 

I grab his collar roughly and pull his face to see his confident eyes.

"Now, listen very carefully because I only have so many patient words left. Tell me where Andrea is before I slice that smug smile off your face and cut your-"

"She's not here!" I was interrupted by the clever one. 

I drop Harry and look at her. "Then where is she?"

She lets out a defeated sigh. "Last time I saw she was in her dorm."

Without another word I sprinted to the Gryffindor dorm rooms and made my way to her dorm. Barging in, expecting to see her, I am greeted by nobody. Panicked, I destroy her room trying to find her, but instead I find the necklace I gave her placed on her desk and now I knew that I was too late. He already had her in his grasp.

(Andrea's pov)

I opened my heavy eyelids to be greeted by the eyes in which I feared the most. Voldemort's sadistic blue eyes stared into my soul while his sinister smile grew.

"Ah, Andrea, it's so nice for you to have joined us."

I looked around to see that I laid in a rotten room surrounded by dark, damaged furniture. Sitting on a leather couch was the famous Bellatrix Lestrange. Her loathsome smile made me terrified for what was going to happen to me. 

I refuse to look at either of them and slowly start to crawl to the door. Voldemort laughs and uses a spell to throw me to the other side of the room. Pain shot through my body and I felt thick liquid pour down my head. As I pull my hand from the side of my head, I saw Voldemort make his way towards me.