War, Love, and Riddle //Mattheo Riddle x OC

Chapter Twenty Two - Dobby Is A Free Elf

His footsteps echo through the mansion, he rolls his neck preparing himself to become a person he hates. He has to be void of any emotions and feelings, it's the only way to protect her. When he turns the corner he sees his father waiting expectantly. "My son has returned home to me." Voldemort announces to the small group sat around the table.

They all look at Mattheo as he makes his way to an empty chair. "If by returning, you mean summoning me. Than yes." Mattheo says in a dry tone.

"Leave" his father announces to the table, leaving the two of them alone. They sit in silence, his father staring at him...inspecting him like Mattheo has a secret. "You're going to be a big brother." His father declares finally breaking the silence.

Mattheo could feel a crashing wave of dread...a baby. They were going to have another kid to fuck up....to abuse..."Great" he says sarcastically. Voldemort's eyes narrow on his son, it took everything in Mattheo to not squirm.

"It's been months...." he trails off pausing for any sort of reaction. "Where is the girl?" He questions his son.

Mattheo rolls his head to the side looking at his father with hooded eyes. "She doesn't trust me yet." He barely gets out before his father slams his hands on the table standing as he leans closer towards him.

"You insolent child!" he seethes, his dark eyes feel like they are slicing though Mattheo's heavy walls. "Nagini" he calls. His snake comes slithering up towards the boy, he didn't dare move....didn't dare show weakness. He stood his ground narrowing his eyes at his father's favorite pet.

"You protected the Potter girl!" His voice rising again with the accusation. He moves from his spot at the head of the table, carefully walking towards Mattheo.

A crushing grasp digging into Mattheo's shoulder. "My dear boy...." he leans down his face inches from his, "Make no mistakes Mattheo. I will find the Potter twins and when I do you will kill the girl." His voice a whisper of death. They stay like that in silence for a moment longer, letting his words seep in. "Your mother is expecting you." His digging grasp on his shoulder loosens before he walks off, Nagini following behind him.

Mattheo tried desperately to push the panic down. He could feel the shift in the manor, the chill running down his spine. The threat in his father's words, it was a promise.

Emma takes in the Lovegood home, it looked like a giant chess rook. They enter the front yard through a broken down gate. They passed signs which read "Editor of the Quibbler" and "Pick your own Mistletoe" as they continued the zigzagged path up to the front door. Rolf popped into Emma's mind as she looked over the Lovegood's garden. So many odd plants like Dirigible plums and Snargaluff. He would find their home fascinating.

The front door was thick and black, Hermione walked up the last few steps her hand finding the Eagle shaped knocker giving the door a few good knocks as the four of them waited. Mr. Lovegood opens the door, Emma noticed the look in his eyes. Something was wrong. "What is it? Who are you?" his greeting less than welcoming.

"Hello Mr. Lovegood. I'm Harry Potter. We...we met a few months ago." Recognition flashed on Lovegood's face.

"Could we come in?" Emma asked. His eyes roaming over her face, after a few moments he nods his head letting the four of them inside his home.

He leads them to a smaller room, more cluttered then the others they walked through. It was an entirely round room. There were piles of books and papers covering almost every surface. The ceiling was dotted with small delicately made modules of creatures that could flap their wings, or snap their jaws. Emma smiled to herself knowing she was right that Rolf would find a liking to the Lovegood home. Well not for the clutter but for the creature models and odd plants. Lovegood looks uncomfortable as he sits next to Harry and Emma, he takes small peaks at them from the corner of his eyes.