Messy love | Matheo Riddle

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CHAPTER 22

 TW : Mention of De*th

CHAPTER 22 -  The oath

"And the sweet little angel couldn't keep her eyes off the devil"

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POV OF AUTHOR

"Excuse me, Professor Lupin," the voice cut through the air, its resonance lingering with unspoken weight. "Will you allow me to borrow Mr. Berkshire for some time?" The professor's voice carried an enigmatic tone, standing near the door, disrupting the History of Magic class.

Lupin's eyes darted around Lorenzo suspiciously amidst his teaching. "Well, yes, of course."

Lorenzo stood up, rolling his eyes as he walked. The turning heads did not bother him anymore; he was done.

"Professor?" Lorenzo asked as he reached Professor Snape. "Come with me," the dark-haired professor ordered as they walked to an empty classroom.

Upon reaching it, Snape came to a stop, pushing Lorenzo inside.

Whispering a silent spell so that no one could hear from the inside, the professor's hands latched around Lorenzo's collar, finally showing his anger. "How dare you do such a despicable thing!"

He conjured up a chair and pushed Lorenzo into it. Lorenzo chuckled in disbelief, "You believe them too?", fixing his collar.

"Of course, I do not believe them. What I also do not believe is your reputation tarnishing in a matter of days and your father at most demanding to see your presence!" Snape snarled.

"Father requested me?" Lorenzo breathed.

Professor Snape turned around, "You and I made an Oath to Azuras, to protect Miss Feyre despite anything that happens! As this–" He stuck, "This is what you do!"

Professor Snape and Lorenzo were the only ones who knew Feyre had blood higher than pureblood. They both had made an oath to Feyre's parents to keep it a secret and to protect Feyre. Snape made the Oath when Feyre was just 3 years old. Lorenzo did it when he was in year 3. Even though both of them were given the same task, their roles, however, differed.

Professor Snape ensured Feyre was always doing well in her academics, despite everything. Snape had taught her spells, books, and history. He made sure attention didn't go to her. Snape feared that attention would bring out possibilities of the release of the grand secret. Knowing about Feyre's torment, Snape particularly didn't do anything to stop her tormentors. He had a similar alliance with the Malfoys. All he could do was wait for the torture to be over, and then he would heal her.

To Feyre, Snape was an outsider whom she simply despised greatly. She wasn't aware of the grand secret nor the oath the two of them made.

Lorenzo, however, was Feyre's everything. They weren't particularly lovers. Both of them weren't fond of the idea of romance. They thought that only existed in books.

Soulmates: they called themselves. Unlike acting like an outsider (like Snape), Lorenzo was close to Feyre, even when she didn't want him to be because of Draco.

Lorenzo made sure no guy was looking at her the wrong way nor that no girl was talking ill about her. He made sure her favorite seat in the library—the one near the windows—was never occupied. Even if Feyre wasn't aware, Lorenzo was always with her, from a mere distance, to keep his oath—to protect her. And more so, because he loved her, far better than any other girl or being that existed.

Returning to reality, Lorenzo seethed, "Malfoy and Dalia were sticking to her again. Do you expect me to endure another year of witnessing the one I love in torment?" Lorenzo rose, being face to face with the professor.

"Do you want to protect her from the grand secret that once released will eventually get her killed, or do you want to protect her from a couple of school bullies that do silly harm to her?" Snape spat on his face.

"This is your idea of protection? Simply waiting for the harm to be done so that you can fix it afterward?" Lorenzo sat back down in disbelief, shaking his head. "Have you seen what they do to her? Have you done anything to them? Did your Oath of protection matter to you when she was trying to end her life countless times?" Lorenzo shouted, raging at the professor, seeing his cold face softened but not an inch of fear. Lorenzo continued, "No! Because all you care about is that stupid oath! Not her!"

Snape thought for a moment, "Love blinds the eye, Berkshire. Might I remind you it doesn't always end well." Snape spoke intelligently, from experience, probably. Snape walked towards the window, gazing outside.

"Stay focused on your duties and do not get distracted like you are now. You will be crowned a Death Eater soon, like your brother. I will greatly advise you to use him as a role model."

Lorenzo scoffed only in response. Being like his brother was the last thing on his mind. He loathed his brother, more so because he was wicked and cunning—similar to Malfoy and his pathetic gang. "I will never be like my brother, Professor." Lorenzo said sternly. "And I am not becoming a Death Eater."

The professor shot around, "The Dark Lord has chosen you, and it is a great prestige–

"Forgive me, professor, killing lives and torturing people is the last thing I want to do." Lorenzo left the classroom, leaving Snape standing.

Everything was too much for Lorenzo. It was all tangled, resulting in a tapestry of chaos. He made a decision that evening. A decision that would end everything. After all, it was the only cure he sought because he had nowhere to run off to.

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''Use it well," Matheo lifted his face, advising cunningly in his deep vicious voice. His hands spread, revealing a small bottle of a dark liquid resting on his palms.

"Wasn't planning on it," Lorenzo replied, taking the bottle and sliding it into the innards of his cloak. ''A pity," Riddle cooed, "You could have been powerful like your brother." Matheo was merely disgusted by Lorenzo's weak behavior, if he didn't benefit from it.

The only reason Matheo was helping Lorenzo was that he was in close alliances with Lorenzo's brother: Julian Berkshire. And more so because Matheo wanted Julian to be the heir of the Berkshires.

"I'm doing you a favor. Isn't it true that the more purebloods you eliminate, the more powerful you become?" Lorenzo forced a smile before turning away.

"That friend of yours," Matheo called, his hands in his pockets, before Lorenzo could fully walk away. Lorenzo shot around; he knew he was talking about Feyre. "I suppose she won't be too fond of the idea." He smirked devilishly.

Lorenzo swallowed. Of course, Feyre would absolutely despise this idea. "Tonight, when I end my life, she will come, searching for me near the Black Lake. If she ends her life, along with mine, you will save her."

His brows furrowed, "And why should I do that?" Riddle's eyes darkened. ''I kill lives, not save"

"If you don't, I will become a Death Eater and challenge my brother to be the heir of the Berkshires."

Riddle burst into laughter evilly, like he had heard the most stupidest thing. His vicious laughter eventually came  to a stop "Don't dare compare your pitiful self with your brother. He is extraordinary, unlike you."

He seethed, scanning his figure. "Weak, vulnerable and unable to defend yourself." He stated, towering over Lorenzo, intimidating him.

"You will do it" Lorenzo affirmed, not an inch scared. He knew Riddle would not hurt him because of his brother. ''Take it as a wish I desire to fulfill before I take my life, hmm?"

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A/n : OKAY IM ACTUALLY SORRY I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST TWO CHAPTERS TODAY BUT I COULDN'T UNFORTUNATLY. SORRY CHAPTER WILL BE OUT TMR!

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