Tangled in a web of lies ever since her birth, Alta feels powerless. Until she meets him. Her soulmate.
[Mattheo Riddle belongs to @yasmineamaro, Lorenzo Berkshire to @babynoami and every other characters belong to JK Rowling.
I do, however, own Al...
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ꕥ TW ꕥ
Alta's point of view
I composed myself, draining my features and eyes from any emotions. When he leaned back to look at me properly, I could see he was confused as to why I had no reaction. His jaw clenched and his eyes darkened as his face remained emotionless.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I am Harry's soulmate." I said in a monotonous voice.
He didn't say anything but his jaw clenched harder and I saw his fists balling from the corner of my eyes. After endless seconds of silence, he sneered.
"Bullshit. His mark a fucking raven."
I felt myself getting irritated and annoyed. He made things much harder than they already were. I put my palms on my lap and glared at him.
"You haven't seen mine. How would you know it's not a raven as well ?" I spoke through gritted teeth.
I knew I was playing a dangerous game. I knew he had seen my mark. But I still had to pretend to save Harry's precious reputation. He smirked devilishly and leaned down to whisper in my ear once more.
"Oh, but I have seen it, sweetheart. When you were riding my cock two nights ago. Remember, mommy ?" He growled low enough for only me to hear.
Shivers ran down my spine and I felt myself reddening from embarrassment. My fists balled on my lap and my pounding heart threatened to fly away from my ribcage. Then, he chuckled darkly and whispered again in my ear.
"Lovely rose you have under that pretty boob, sweetie."
I clenched my fists harder and my glare hardened as he leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes boring into mine. Then, his gaze fell lower and he frowned, tilting his head in confusion. I followed his gaze and I froze when I saw what had caught his attention. Mist of black smoke was erupting from my fingertips.
Confusion filled me as I couldn't tear my eyes away from the smoke and my hands. Then, I heard Mattheo calling my name, snapping me back to reality. I abruptly stood up, grabbed my bag and my potions's book resting on the desk, and I stormed out of the classroom, ignoring Slughorn's calls along with my friends.
I heard footsteps behind me and I quickened my pace. Until I heard his voice. The smoke intensified and my eyes widened in horror when I saw it was now leaking from my whole body. Mattheo seemed to get closer now due to the fact he was much taller than I was, but I didn't want him to catch me. So I apparated into the greenhouse, my sanctuary.
I sighed and went to sit on the floor at the end of the greenhouse. I lifted my hands and looked at the black smoke, curious to know what was happening to me, but also terrified to find out.
