"What are you trying to prove?" The atmosphere crackled with anger and frustration, evident in the harshness of Snape's voice as it echoed throughout the room. Slamming my body against the wall, my father's features contorted with an intense fury, his eyes burning with flames.
The force of his grip on my hand was undeniable, but I refused to back off. With a defiant scoff, I freed my hand from Snape's grasp.
"What the hell are you trying to prove, Dad?" I retorted, my voice laced with confusion and raw anger. My eyes met his, unyielding as I stood my ground. A steely resolve set upon my features, turning my face into a mask of irritation .
"You know you're in grave danger, Ophelia," Snape hissed through clenched teeth, his glare stern. But with a sharp intake of breath, I spoke, my voice cutting through the air like a blade.
"I know, and I'd rather face death than become like you," I declared, my words dripping with disdain. My finger extended towards my father, the gesture accusatory and bold. Against the wall, my face took on an expression carved from stone, my eyes blazing with a fierce determination.
"At least I stood up for myself, Dad," I seethed, pressing my point, I could feel my words were like shards of glass cutting through the tension. I clenched my fists, the knuckles turning white from the force, as I braced myself for the ensuing storm.
Without any word I left the room leaving my dad alone in a cold room. I had enough of this and right now I just wanted to escape the Manor and return to my dorm in Hogwarts.
As I gazed out of the small, barred window in my cold stone room, ominous dark clouds gathered in the sky, foreshadowing an impending storm. The comfort and welcome that this room once provided had faded away, leaving me feeling trapped, like a caged bird yearning for freedom.
Just as despair threatened to consume me, a faint knock on the door jarred me from my desolate thoughts. My heart quickened with hope as I hurriedly opened the door, revealing the unexpected presence of Cobby, the peculiar little elf. A smile immediately graced my lips as I welcomed him inside, his presence bringing a much-needed ray of light to my gloomy surroundings.
"Come in, Cobby," I exclaimed cheerfully, watching as the ugliest of elves scratched his bald head in confusion. The irony did not escape me, and a small giggle escaped my lips. Eagerly, Cobby scurried into the room, his tiny figure leaping onto the grey silky sheets of my bed.
Curiosity getting the better of me, I asked the elf, "Why are you here, Cobby?"
His large, innocent eyes turned towards me, shimmering with a mixture of mischief and longing. "Cobby wanted to see Miss Snape. He misses her," he replied in a voice so soft and slow, it sounded like a gentle lullaby.
Feeling a surge of unexpected affection, I gently patted the elf's slender shoulder and replied, "Well, I appreciate it."
"Cobby is happy!" he cheered, his voice filled with childlike joy. Just then, a maid knocked on the door, which was already slightly ajar"Miss Snape, your father requests your presence," she announced, before making a swift exit.
I was consumed by a potent anger, far greater than my father could ever comprehend. Reluctantly, I gathered my emotions and began to tread heavily towards where my father awaited.
However, fate had a different plan in store for me. As I rounded a corner, lost in my thoughts, I collided with a solid chest, causing me to stumble backward and nearly lose my balance. The hard chest belonged to none other than Matthew Riddle - a person I least desired to meet in this moment of turmoil.
Refusing to grant him the satisfaction of acknowledging his mere presence, I brushed him off, only to have him step into my path, blocking my way. His cold, piercing gaze bored into mine, commanding attention.
"Your father is not here," he stated coolly, his voice carrying an air of confidence that quietly hinted at the power he held within himself.
I gritted my teeth, my anger fueling my response. "I didn't ask for your unnecessary comment," I retorted, directing a withering glare at him, reflecting my inner turmoil.
A flicker of annoyance crossed his face, but he remained composed. "Nevertheless, you must know that the direction in which you are heading towards is a series of mysterious killings," he divulged, his words provoking confusion within me. Why would people be murdered?
My curiosity peaked, I stood frozen in place. "Furthermore, you are summoned to meet the Dark Lord tonight," he added, dropping a bombshell that shattered any semblance of normality I had left.
The mention of the Dark Lord sent shivers down my spine.
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The Chosen One (MattheoRiddle x Ophelia)
Fanfiction🚫Will not be continued 🚫 *Being Re-written* Ophelia Lily Snape is a notorious student at Hogwarts. Intelligent, cunning and funny, she makes friends despite her wicked behaviour. Her biting humor and clever quips are legendary. But beneath her tou...
