Flee from Freedom | Mattheo Riddle

40: Plan

I was going to say that the kitchen is just as i remember it, but ive hardly ever been in here at all. I never really came down to this side of the manor. The elves made every meal, and had full control over the kitchen from what i gathered. Now, it's practically deserted.  The ceiling is low, and the floor is cobbled and uneven. It must look out of place in such a grand manor. Im fairly sure there's another grand kitchen that's mostly for display somewhere else in the manor. 

"So we've just taken out, the fucking Bellatrix Lestrange and hidden her in a cupboard." Pansy sighs with her hands on her hips. "What the fuck do we do now?"

"No clue." I shake my head and run my hands through my hair. "Where the fuck is Enzo?"

"Couldn't tell you." 

"Fuck."

"What the fuck happened?" Pansy says, exasperated. "You're covered in blood." She gestures to me. "Your face is smashed up." She turns to Mattheo. "Dracos a death eater and Theo is.." She stops at the last bit and her face screws up in a twisted way that means she's trying not to cry. 

"You and Enzo escaped." Mattheo steps further into the room. "We all got taken to Malfoy Manor and put in another dungeon." He turns to look at me, wondering whether we should fill her in on the dark mark.

"They took my jumper off me." I interrupt. "And. Well they wanted Mattheo to see that I... had the dark mark."

"THE WHAT?" Pansy stands up straight. 

"Pansy." Mattheo steps forward. 

"Since january." I pause. "Last year." 

"WHAT?"She almost screams and i put my finger to my lips to tell her to turn the volume down. "The fucking dark mark." She walks towards me and launches for my sleeve. "I don't believe you" She pulls at the jumper, and i don't resist it. "Fucking show me, i don't-" Her voice trails off once again, as she stares at the mangled half- healed mess on my forearm. "Amara."

"I had it. Not anymore."

"Not anymore?" She says quietly. 

"Bellatrix took it away." 

Pansy stares at me in disbelief. "She what?"

"She took care of it." I speak quietly, not wanting to be too dramatic. 

"She carved it out of your arm Amara." Mattheo puts it out there plainly. 

Pansy falls completely silent, her eyes moving from the remains of the mark to the large patch of clotted blood all down my side. 

"I took the mark so Draco wouldn't have to." I try and explain slightly. "I didn't want him ever to have to deal with it."

"Looks a bit useless now." She mutters, although i can see some form of tears still in her eyes. 

"They took us up to the drawing room, Draco confessed to betraying us all, then he... killed Theo." His voice drops at the last bit. "And Bellatrix tortured Amara, and did... that.. to her, then put us both back down in the dungeons. Draco came down a week later and they made us watch him take the dark mark. Then you arrived. That's it." 

Pansy still doesn't speak.

"Pansy." I pick up both her hands. "We need to think of what we do now. Not what has already happened."

She nods slowly, blinking back her tears and regaining focus on the situation. "Right, okay."

"We need to find Voldemort and kill him." Mattheo mutters.

"It's not going to be that simple."

"Number 1, we need a distraction." He stands up straight. "Then we need someone to kill him. That'll be me."