It was 3 a.m. when I was woken up by terrible screaming.Turning my head to the right I tried to make out the outline from Matheo. But to my surprise there was only one empty side of the bed. the blanket was messily crumpled , the side of the bed was ice cold, as if he had never laid there. The thought that I was lying here alone gave me an uneasy feeling in my stomach.How long has he been gone? and where do these frightening screams come from? The only two questions that were on my mind right now .
Goosebumps spread all over my body when I got out of bed. It was freezing cold in the Riddel Manour. I moved quietly across the wooden floorboards, which made creaking noises with every single step. A shiver ran down my spine as the screams rang out again, but this time more painful than before. what is Happening here in the middle of the night. With every step I took the darkness grew thickerit it was frightening . I could hear the tormented souls calling for me, all killed by Mattheo Morvolo Riddel. I walked through various hallways, doors and rooms not knowing exactly where I was going But I didn't really care because all I wanted to do was find out where the screams were coming from.
Some time later I came to a door, it was black and made of wood. Rays of light came out through the door slot that was under the door, not much but enough to recognize it.
Then there was the sign that I was right. A quiet whimper and sob could be heard, it belonged to a woman. Without thinking about what I was doing, I opened the wooden door and walked into the room.Without paying attention to what was in front of me I saw the woman, she was maybe 20 or 30 years old. With quick steps I walked to her and knelt on the floor next to her. There was a pool of blood around her in which I now knelt. A single tear ran down my cheek. I didn't know her very well, nor did I speak to her, but I saw her with a little girl in the corner alley near Olivander.
It was terrible to see her here on the floor, probably tortured to death. A throat clearing brought me out of my thoughts, I saw up and my breath stopped, my heart probably stopped for a moment too. In front of me stood Mattheo with a few other Death Eaters. They wore silver masks, which is why I couldn't recognize them, but Mattheos was unmistakably wearing a mask made of gold, it was his trademark. Everyone who saw the mask knew exactly who was behind her, they didn't recognize him, they couldn't see his face. When he wore it nothing could be seen other than darkness. Dark shadows that covered him as if it were his second skin that he would never take off.
"What are you doing here?" he asked in a grim voice. "I heard the screams," I said quietly. "I didn't allow you to leave the room, did I?" "You can't tell me where I have to go nor to stay.
He apparently didn't like me talking back to him because he rolled his eyes and came towards me. Holding my face in his hands, he crouched down in front of me and looked at me. "Why are you crying?" he asked confused" ,,I don't know, maybe because there's a dead woman lying at my feet."
"Sarcasm doesn't suit you" is all he said before he pulled me up by my arm and threw me over his shoulder. I screamed and cursed and hit his back with my fists but it didn't bother him at all, "Put me down you ass " I shouted again but again no response. "Are you stupid and deaf?" I asked a little cheekier. "No, you're just tiring," he said now, annoyed. "Oh, that's very nice of you, thank you," the sarcasm filled my voice.
Suddenly he slapped me on the butt ,, hey keep your hands to yourself you pedo" "What du you mean pedo, I'm only 4 years older than you" "Um yes, 4 years too much" When we got back to the bedroom, He went into the bathroom with me and sat me on the edge of the bathtub. He got a washcloth from a drawer and wet it with warm water.Suddenly he knelt down in front of me and pulled the end of my sleep shirt up to the top of my thighs.
it made me nervous. NO he made me nervous! Even if I don't particularly like him, I can't say that I don't find him attractive. ,,"Are you nervous, darling?" he asked in a low voice. ,,no why? Should I?" I replied in an innocent voice as if I didn't know what he meant.
"Okay, if you say so," he just grinned because he knew full well that I was lying.
He carefully started to clean my knees with the washcloth and tried to completely remove the blood. He was really careful, even almost tender, something I would have never expected from him.
