Mattheo Riddle is Valdemort's son.
Anna Duvall is his girlfriend.
Until a threat arrives and lingers above Mattheo's head.
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This is just a short story. I'm leaving some doors open to write a prequel, or maybe even a sequel.
English is not...
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw my teammates already there. Sage and Blaise were kneeling beside me, each one at each side of my head.
Fuck! My head hurt like hell!
The rest of the team was circling us, protecting me from view. Blaise proceeded to grab my right arm and Sage grasped my left in an attempt to help me get up on my feet.
"Are you ok Mattheo?", Sage asked with worry in her voice. "Merlin, that was a nasty fall..."
"Yeah, I'm fine..." I said, still a little bit dizzy from the fall, at the same time as I released myself from their grip, shaking the dust from my game uniform. I tilted my eyes up when I heard the cheers and laughter a few feet in front of me. And that's when I saw him. Fucking Prewett being raised in arms by the other members of the Gryffindor team and by students that had already descended from the booth to the field. He was laughing, all smug and proud, clutching the Snitch and raising it above is head for everyone to see.
And that was when the flash of what happened rushed through my mind... I was almost reaching for the ball. I... We were about to win when...
I heard she's leaving. Maybe I'll try to sneak into her dorm tonight to have a private farewell party.
And then he knocked me off my broom. That fucking dirty weasel! That was when I started to feel it. All the anger, all the pain, all the agony, pouring from that place inside of me like a tsunami. All the outside noise was blocked. The only thing I could ear, the only thing I could feel were the waves of rage crashing inside my body, the fire spreading inside my veins. My hands balled into fists. My nails digging into my skin so hard that I was sure I was draining blood. The rhythm of my breathing becoming faster and shallower. My shoulders tense, my eyes narrowed and my jaw tighten so hard that my teeth hurt. The cracking of it exploding in my ears. My lips pressed into a thin line.
You need to calm the fuck down Mattheo. Calm. The. Fuck. Down.
And then that motherfucker looked my way. He looked right into my eyes and smirked, all self-satisfied. A dark and controlling fury blinded me. I was going to kill him. I was going to mess up his face so badly that even his own mother was not going to be able to recognize him.
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Without taking my eyes from him I moved between Sage and Blaise, pushing them out of my way.
"Mattheo, where are you...?", I heard Blaise ask but I didn't acknowledge him. I just kept walking straight to my target. He was still looking at me and a jolt of satisfaction surged through my body when I saw his eyes widen, fear starting to fill them. Now I was the one with a smirk on my face.
I was just about to reach him and pull him to the ground when I felt two pairs of arms surrounding my shoulders and pushing me back, preventing me from going after Prewett. I tried to fight the arms that held me, when someone stepped in in from of me. Sage! She grabbed the collar of my shirt, fingers digging into the fabric.
