Blackened Heart |Mattheo Riddle|

A Threat Of Death

The queasiness in Amelie's stomach wouldn't shift, despite Ron's persistent presence next to her and Harry Potter, who she'd just found out was 'the boy who lived'. The oh so famous Harry Potter, and yet, all the girl could think about was her "friend"s betrayal and cowardice of concealing himself when he knew her biggest secret. Which apparently wasn't so much a secret since several first years had mumbled about it when she walked through on the train.

"Are you okay Amelie? you seem really tense," Ron smiled, attempting to lift the girls mood, not before being interrupted by the doors opening and a curly haired girl stood with her arms holding both doors open,
"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one"
Ron's eyes instantly divert to the girl and Amelie scoffs,
"Right, excuse me toad girl, I'll let you guys go about your business," Amelie didn't intend to be rude, it just seemed her attitude slipped out more and more these days. Perhaps the fact that her uncle had kept his little secret about Mattheo to himself until two days before the start of school was the reason. He had told her he would find out for certain if the boy really was living at the ministry but Amelie knew there was something off from the face he had given her when she said his name.

Amelie sat on the makeshift swing Remus had fashioned for her on the old tree behind his cottage, looking out at the dewy grass that was starting to lose its flowers to the autumn clouds rolling over Yorkshire. Her vision was blocked abruptly as her uncles figure stood in front of her, his hands clasped, fingers tense and a look of nervousness across his features. Her feet came to a halt and buried themselves in the dirt to stop the motion of the swing as she looked into her uncles eyes.
"Whats the matter?" She asked, hand coming to perch on her brows to stop the glare of the evening sun so that she could see Remus' face in a better light.

"I have to tell you something, I know I should have told you sooner but I've been trying to get it confirmed for certain, I didn't want to tell you something until I knew for certain that it was true, I was worried so I had to ask Dumbledore and he confirmed what I thought, Amelie I know you won't be happy-"

"Remus what is it? Is something wrong with you? Am I not going back to Hogwarts?" Amelie was stood now, her brows furrowed and eyes penetrating Remus' soul.

"Everything is fine, you will be going back as planned but it's about your friend Mattheo," he stated, his hands coming out to rest on her biceps as she quirked her eyebrow at the mention of her friends name.
"When you told me his name, well, specifically his last name, I remembered someone, the dark lord, his real name is Tom Riddle Amelie, he's the only other Riddle I've come across, I contacted the ministry and they did not reply to me in regards to who the boy is and why he is there. So I contacted Dumbledore, Mattheo is Tom Riddles son Amelie, he is the son of the dark lord, the ministry have raised him out of fear, they are trying to make sure that another dark lord does not occur, I'm sorry to tell you but I do not think your friend has your best interests at heart, he comes from an evil man and he cann-"

"Stop, please, I get it." Amelie had felt as though her chest had been stomped on. The only friend she had made and yet here she was, finding out that he was the dark lords son, Voldemorts son.

Amelie's feet stopped when she heard someone calling her name, she turned and forced a smile on her face as she looked into the brown eyes she'd grown accustomed to, her hand raising subconsciously in a small wave. Mattheo sat in the open carriage on the right side of the train, a large bruise had formed across his left jaw, three first year boys sat on the left side, staring at him.
"Have you made some friends Mattheo?" She smiled despite herself. She had wanted to confront him, the first thing she wanted to say to him when she saw him was supposed to be 'are you really Voldemorts son?' But not in front of a crowd. He had given her the ability to tell him her truths in private, without a big show and so she would do the same.