In the Shadows (Mattheo Riddle)

chapter 60

I stepped into the middle of the courtyard, all eyes now turned to me. I walked very slow, and held my hand behind my back. I knew no one knew of my injury, because the lord himself was blinded during it.

"Amelia! Come to join the correct side!" He shouted. "Where is my son!"

"he isn't coming." I sternly said back.

I seen Harrys face out of the corner of my eyes, he seemed lost, but at the same time he trusted me.

"where is he?" He questioned me.

"I said he will not be joining us, my lord." Never breaking the eye contact.

"At least you smartened up" he raised his chin at me.

"Come, Amelia" it was my father, who stood beside my mother, holding my brothers shoulder.

I couldn't help but giggle, the perfect little family they looked like. That was my fathers family, it never included me.

I scanned the courtyard one last time, took two steps towards my father and stopped.

"Fuck you" I spat, and in that instant I took the elder wand out, casting a hex at Voldemort. The whole courtyard filled with gasps.

Harry caught on very quickly, following up each one of my shots.

He was strong, but we were stronger. We had something he didn't have. Something he would never have, and each of us held onto that.

I seen Theo and Enzo break away from their fathers, and it seemed like hexes were flying everywhere. Mattheo came out of the sidelines to join us now.

Harry and I nodded at each other, it was time. I went to hit him with a hex so strong, it would bound him to the floor, then Harry and Mattheo would finish it off.

Just as I casted the spell, I was pushed to the ground by a flying body, causing the spell to ricochet, hitting me.

I flew, serval feet back, hitting the ground hard. I screamed in pain. I seen the anger in Mattheos face, it was like nothing I've ever seen before, he drew his wand and screamed, I seen a single tear drop from his eye.

That was the last thing I saw. Everything went black. I was alone and I was cold. I was so tired. So fucking tired. I felt the pain in my hand, or whatever feeling I had left. And I fell, into sudden darkness.

Was this death? Was this really it? Complete and utter darkness? The cold? I knew I wasn't the best person, but I assumed I would end up somewhere nicer than this.

I suddenly felt warm. I felt what appeared to be fresh air, against my skin. Birds? My god, I think I hear birds. This is what I pictured the afterlife to be. Peaceful. I felt a sudden urge of happiness come over me, a sense of relief.

I slowly opened my eyes, the sun was so bright. I was laid on a soft bed, I looked down and seen myself in a long white sun dress. It seemed fitting. I slowly stood up. I was amazed at how much this felt real, like I was still alive. I opened the tiny wooden door, of whatever room I was in and was met by a tiny home.

It looked just like the cottage Mattheo had spent all the nights describing to me. It felt good to finally see it, even if it couldn't be with him.

It was perfect, and cozy. It truly would've been the most perfect place to grow old in, have kids in, tell our stories in. It was the type of home you filled with friends and family with during the holidays and told your old stories, laughing all night it.

I hope he still does that even without me.

I made my way to the front door and opened it. The sun felt amazing on my skin, like I was still on earth. I had no clue where I was, but I was convinced it was heaven.

Just then, the silence and sounds of chirping birds were disrupted.

"Amelia, oh my god. Finally!" It was mattheo.

What was he doing here. He couldn't have died too.

He ran to me, picking me up off the ground, squeezing me so tight.

He finally placed me on the ground, cupping my face with his strong hands, I seen him admiring every inch of my face.

"Mattheo, am I dead? Where am I?" I asked him softly, you could hear the confusion in my voice.

"You're not dead, love. We made it. Were home." I've never seen such a smile before. For the first time since I've met him, he was genuinely happy, his smile was so full, from ear to ear. His big, deep brown eyes, bursting with happiness. There wasn't a trace of sadness in them.

He pulled me into a long, deep kiss.

We made it.

We were home.

We were together.

We finally get to be happy.

Me and the boy I swore I hated, who I've literally killed for, and almost died for.

We made it.

We were home.