Delicate - Mattheo Riddle

nightmares.

It had been three months since that day.

three months of hunting horcruxes and bad dreams.

and the nightmares wouldn't stop. no matter how hard I tried.

every night thoughts of voldemort and my family haunted my mind. I would wake up screaming and harry, ron or hermione would have to calm me down.

I wondered if harry ever had bad dreams like this. I knew he could see into voldemorts mind sometimes I think. but I didn't know how real he could feel it.

everything in my dreams were real. It felt real. cause all of the stuff had happened before.

but last night was different. I had a dream about my classmates dead, everyone dead around me. I didn't know where I was but everything was in ruins. dead bodies on the ground. and I think was my father on the ground in front of me.

I woke up shaking and crying louder than normal.

"Elle, Elle hey." Hermione let me collapse into her arms as I layed next to her. "what happened this time honey?" She wiped her thumb across my cheeks.

"It wa-was different this time." I sniffled. "This time it was the future."

Harry got down from his bed and came up to me. "what happened?" he asked, a little impatiently.

"everyone was dead harry, all of my friends and classmates. The teachers were dead too..." my eyes flooded again.

"it was just a dream elle it's fine." there was hesitation in his eyes. he had a worried flush to his cheeks that made me nervous.

"you look hesitant." I pointed out. tears still stinging my eyes.

"It's fine elle. go back to sleep." he rubbed my shoulder and walked back over to his bed.

I glanced at hermione and layed back down next to her. she lay her head on the pillow next to mine and smiled.

"You're okay." she rubbed the side of my head.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. guilt washed over me.

"why?" confusion mixed in her eyes.

"do you think i'll ever see him again?" I couldn't deny the feeling of sorrow, thinking about losing mattheo.

she hesitated, looking down at our fingers locked together. before looking up. "I don't know. I don't know if I'll ever see any one of our friends after this elle." she rubbed her finger over my palm.

"why do you hate him so much?" I asked after a few moments of silence.

she hesitated again. "I don't hate him. but I don't trust him."

"why?"

she breathed out a breath she had been holding. "because he doesn't work for our side estelle. and i'm sure he will do anything his father tells him. because he doesn't want to die." she said, a little quieter.

I bit back a nasty response at her and swallowed my spit.

"he's good to you elle." it's true. we all know it I just.... I'm worried."

I nodded, and met her eyes again. "I know."

she smiled softly and turned to the other side. "good night elle." she whispered.

I mumbled back a response and layed back down, staring at the ceiling before drifting off.