In the Shadows (Mattheo Riddle)

chapter 36

I was almost numb. Some say being crucio'ed 4 times in the matter of 10 minutes was unheard of, some couldn't imagine it having them done to them once. It was called one of the unforgivable curses for a reason. But here I was, getting hit again and again, all for a boy.

I didn't want to give my father the satisfaction of hearing me say the words he wanted to so desperately hear from me.

He thought I would get in front of his lord and say my own beliefs, which I would never imagine doing. But just to see him fear that I would, was great satisfaction.

I personally thought my beliefs were normal. Purebloods weren't any better than half bloods, or muggle born. Little did he know, the own dark lords son was a half blood. But that was a secret I vowed to keep for as long as I may live. If anything, knowing this just fueled my opinion.

I stood in front of my father, bloody, bruised and weak, all by his hand. I looked deep into his eyes, and seen he felt nothing but fear.

"Can I ask what you're going to tell your lord? As to why I look like this?" I questioned him.

"i will tell him I did the hard part for him." He scoffed.

As soon as that left his mouth, the door swung open, and clouds of black were flying around our hall. I felt my stomach drop. They clouds made their way into their meeting room. My father grabbed my arm and pulled me in.

Most wouldn't imagine this is how you're meeting your boyfriends father for the first time, but to me it was about as normal as it could get.

The clouds turned into people, who all took a seat at a long table, in a very dark room.

There he stood, with his back to me.

I seen many of my friends parents, familiar faces from new paper articles for being mass murders and Azkaban escapees.

The one I feared most in this room was not Voldemort. It was Bellatrix. She was my aunt, but she had this way about her, that just made my skin crawl. I was never close to her. I despised her and her way of thinking.

Just to my luck she was the first to approach me.

She placed her wand on my face, moving my hair out of my face with it. "So my niece" she stopped and looked deep into my eyes, "what makes you think, you are good enough for Mattheo?" She had a slight laughter to this sentence. 

"I know I am" I mumbled.

"Speak up girl" she raised her voice, sending chills down my spin.

"I know I am" I said loud and clear, staring her right in her eyes.

"Oh!" She laughed. "Quite a mouth!" She raised her wand to me, and didn't have to say a word.

Suddenly my body dropped to the floor, and my screams were filling the room. This went on for what seemed like forever.

"Enough!" He spoke. I didn't recognize the voice, so I knew it could only be one person.

Voldemort.