"Are you all okay?" Mattheo asks as I drive my bike up alongside him.
"Yeah it's just the spinny-number things, it's all good now."
"Good." He nods, then focuses his eyes back ahead.
"I think we are overlooking a major issue right here." Draco shouts, catching everyone's attention. "They know where we are, fuck knows how, but if they've sent 2 death eaters and not succeeded then they are bound to send more."
"Fuck, your right." Theo shouts back. "We need to go faster."
If we hadn't been attacked previously, i'd be more concerned about the fact the Voldemort's just tracked my magic. "We've got to be at least halfway right."
"More I think." Pansy answers. "Let's just speed up this last bit, try and get there quicker."
"How the fuck did they find us?" Mattheo blurts out. "We are in the middle of fucking nowhere, on bikes, for Salazar's sake. Pansy are you sure your parents don't know about this place?"
"Pretty certain, they weren't close with my aunt."
"I don't think that 'pretty certain' is good enough Pansy." He snaps back.
"Watch your tone mate" Theo interrupts, sending Mattheo a scowl.
"It's too late now, all we can do is get there, get to the safehouse, and if it's not looking good we can steal more bikes or even a fucking car or something I don't know. Just- This is all we've got right now, so lets fucking go with it, okay?" No one answers. "Okay?!"
"Okay." They all mumble back.
Not another word is said as we continue towards Padstow. Everyone is scared, it's more obvious now. I'm just worried it could tear the group apart. I know Mattheo hates his father but, Voldemort IS his father, there's no changing that. It weigh's heavily over the situation, and I know he feels guilty for letting his father have so much control over us as a group. We all know there's nothing he can do.
My arm still hurts slightly, the sensation takes a while to go away.
It's got to be past midday by now, the air is finally warm and the constant pedalling is making me want to take off my jumper. I can put up with it for now but I know it's an issue I'm going to have to face later. An issue i've been facing for a year and a half.
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After a while, i can see the town coming into sight. The trees lining the path begin to thin out, the buses too, and i can see out past the edges of the trail.
The town lines at the end of a river, which flows past it into the ocean. The tide is low and sand pokes through the estuary, making the area look deprived and dry.
Padstow lies on a hill, the water front almost at sea level, then retreating backwards up the hill. It's bigger than i thought.
We reach the end and begin entering the town.
"We should dump the bikes here." Draco calls out as everyone begins to slow down. "That bush is big enough for all of them."
We all swing our legs over and begin walking the bikes to the bush. The air is still, not helping the fact i'm sweating in this jumper.
"You alright?" Mattheo pulls alongside me.
"You ask me that an awful lot." I reply, still looking forward as we walk towards the bush.
"Just wanted to check, that's all." Mattheo replies.
I get the feeling something is off, but i don't know what.
The area here is busier than Bodmin, we've made our way into Padstow. The trail opens up into a carpark, which we follow through into a harbour. Boats are moored in the semi-circular harbour, which leads to the estuary through a gap in the walls. We crossed a bridge over the river earlier, and could see where it extended past the town, into the sea.
The harbour area is busy, inns and bakery's line the edge of the area, groups of people are beginning to arrive for early afternoon drinking.
"This looks fun." Draco murmurs under his breath.
"Always the note of sarcasm." Enzo mutters back, leading the group further into the activity.
"We should head for the safehouse, we've already been found once, death eaters could already be here." Mattheo calls so everyone can hear.
"Yeah, we'll head in that direction, keep close and, Enzo, no wondering off, please." Pansy turns to face us all.
"Why just me? I think you should have a chat with your boyfriend." Enzo indicates forward with his finger, to where Theo is leaning over the railing of the harbour.
"Theo!" Pansy calls out, causing him to snap upright and face us. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Looking at the ships." He mutters innocently, rejoining the group.
"Death Eater!" Draco shouts.
We all spin around instantly and my hand flies to my back pocket to grasp my wand, forgetting I shouldn't be using it right now. I stare at the open space in front of me, waiting for a curse to fly our way. It doesn't take long for everyone to realise he's joking.
"Draco."
"None of you were prepared, what if there was one, what would you have done."
"You're a fucking dick sometimes." Mattheo scoffs.
"Forget sometimes, all the fucking time." Pansy adds to the end, crossing her arms. "I'm suprised you don't get tired of it, it's all you know how to fucking do."
"Just trying to lighten the mood."
"When the fuck have you ever tried to lighten the mood?" Pansy questions. "You are one of the sole reasons the mood is ever low. Cause youre miserable and youre a twat."
"Fucking Salazar." Draco throws his arms up in defense.
"Don't 'fucking Salazar' us." I interrupt. "I know you can't help being a dick because, that's just your personality, but for the sanity of others, try and mask it every once in a while before someone decides to crucio you one." I push past him, heading up towards the small road we were originally walking towards.
"I love it when we are mean to Draco." Enzo grins, following me and Pansy.
The roads here are small, the streets even smaller, almost like alley's. It's dark in each one, despite it being full day-light outside. Breeze and cold air funnels down each one, and I slip my hands inside my sleeves.
Pansy leads us forward, winding through streets until we reach a house. It's another dark alley, almost smaller than the rest. The house seems fitting to the situation, the windows are dark and paint is peeling in various different places.
"This looks nice."
"Is this it."
"Doesn't look very safe."
"Safehouse. More like danger-house."
"Going to collapse-house."
"Older than Dumbledore-house."
"All of you shut up."
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Flee from Freedom - (mattheo riddle)
Fanfiction"I never wanted to not want you" Voldemort has won, he's done it. Harry Potter is dead, the order is diminished, and it was all for nothing. All the betrayal from his own side, from the children he sent as spies, yet it all amounted to nothing. Now...
