May Death Do Us Part | RB ✔︎

TWELVE ☆ RIDDLE

The moment Enzo's dove chirps at my window, I'm jumping up to grab the letter. The bird startles from my sudden movement, dropping the letter and flying away.

I roll my eyes, grabbing the paper.

On the front is Mona's oddly perfect handwriting.

Mattheo,

We've uncovered a horcrux, but you won't like where it is. Your dear brother has it secured to his finger.

The Riddle ring.

I huff, closing my eyes and ignoring the dread bubbling in my stomach.

I don't want to read the next few words because I already know what they're asking me to do.

But, going against my brother would be like going against a younger version of my father. Tom was specifically trained by him in order to become a killing machine. And, yet, I've got to get something away from him so I can help my friends kill my father.

The whole situation is far from ideal.

It's almost comedic.

Regulus nor I would ever get close enough to Tom to grab the ring without his detection, so it's up to you. Preform a duplicating charm and take the real horcrux.

You can find Regulus and I in the mountains in the far side of Bulgaria, down by the dragon training arena.

I nearly choke on air.

Dragon. Training. Arena.

Did I read that right?

I reread it.

Yes, yes I did.

Don't fret. They're not as intimidating as they look. Just don't stare them in the eye. They might scorch you where you stand.

-MM

I shake my head, folding up the letter and setting it into the fireplace. The flames engulf the paper, leaving ash and dust in its wake.

If anyone else had told me that our father turned our family ring into a horcrux, I would've laughed in their face because horcruxes are one of the most time consuming spells ever preformed.

But this is Mona fucking Monhagen.

The Temptress.

The woman my father gushed about despite her disloyalty and her betrayal. Even following her death, my father spoke highly of her.

She is the only person he respects more than himself.

And now that Dumbledore is dead, she is also the only one he fears.

The Monhagen's were the longest line of powerful pureblood magical families. My father made a mistake not killing Mona that night.

He knew the risk of Mona finding out that he was the one who murdered her family, and yet, he took it carelessly.

Monhagen power is in her DNA.

Black is blessed to have her at his side, especially after how badly he treated her for the past year.

Tom enters the common room, the portrait slamming behind him and pulling me from my thoughts.

"Daydreaming about the Wrath girl again?" He asks cockily, rolling his eyes.

I ignore the pang of hurt in my chest at the mention of her name.

Novaline Wrath.

The cousin of Regulus, Andromeda, Narcissa, Bellatrix and Sirius Black and Gracie Wrath.