May Death Do Us Part | RB ✔︎

THREE ☆ BLACK

The next morning, I jolt upwards, feeling my sleeve riding up my arm. Mattheo Riddle stands above me beside his brother, eyeing my wrist with curiosity and confusion.

I yank the sleeve of my hoodie back down, glaring at the two of them.

"You... you have my father's mark." Mattheo says, tilting his head slightly.

I stare in response. It wasn't a question, they both have eyes. They've both seen the mark.

I get to my feet, forcing the two of them to take a step back. Making my way to the dresser, I grab out a pair of black slacks, setting them on top of the dresser before yanking a white sweatshirt from the closet.

"Ever hear the saying 'don't touch people who don't like to be touched?'" I grumble, spinning around and twisting my rings. "You two should take it into consideration."

"Don't worry, Black." Mattheo starts, sitting on the edge of my bunk. "Blaise saw it this morning and we had to see for ourselves. A descendant of the Wrath bloodline as a Death Eater, who would've guessed."

"First correction, I'm not worried." I run my tongue along the inside of my cheek. "Two, the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black got it's name for a reason. The Wrath bloodline is so large because it descended from the Black family. Don't get that backwards. And third, I didn't take this mark lightly. I didn't have a choice."

"It's strange." Tom moves around my bunk as he ignores my statement, running his hand along his jaw. "I've been to dozens of my father's meetings and not once have I seen you there. Why?"

I quirk a brow, my lips tugging into a downward smirk. "He tried to have me killed, Riddle. My guess is that I'm likely not welcome there anymore. Your father must've forgotten something, though."

He frowns in confusion and I can see he's fallen right into the verbal trap I have laid for him.

"And that is?" Mattheo asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

"The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black didn't get it's name because it sounds good. We didn't last centuries by following rules or dying easily." I start quieter, growing louder at the end. "The Black's and the Wrath's fight dirty. Nothing can kill the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black except for the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black."

The brothers exchange a glance before Tom scoffs.

"You Black's are so full of yourselves." He mutters, making way for the door. Mattheo follows behind him without another word, shutting the door behind him.

I grumble under my breath, pinching the bridge of my nose before tugging off my current clothes and replacing them with the ones I had set out on the dresser. I tie my black boots around my ankles, brushing my fingers through my hair.

I grab a duffel bag from the closet, dropping a notebook, a pod of ink, and a few quills inside. Then I sling a black coat over my shoulder, making my way towards the common room.

I need to go somewhere to think. A place of dull noise to fill the silence, but with no people so I can focus.

Grumbling at the sight of many students in the common room, I apparate out of Hogwarts to the first place I can think of.

Grimmauld Place.

The same walls I grew up caged in.

Sirius, the lazy shit, lays on the couch, flinching at my sudden arrival.

"Reggie?" He says in surprise."You didn't say you were dropping in."

I sigh, dropping the duffel to the floor and the jacket onto the back of the couch. "Didn't know I had to tell you I was stopping at a house I lived in longer than you had."