Delicate - Mattheo Riddle

dead.

Mattheo Riddle
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It had been so long since I last saw her.

Somehow, deep down I knew it was better if we never got together.

Me and Elle I mean.

I always knew she was too good for me.

I always needed her. She ignited the light inside of me I didn't even know was there. Before her, I didn't care about anyone, barely had any 'girlfriends'. The only reason I was ever with Hailey was to piss her off and make her jealous.

I'm pretty sure it worked.

It was crazy the things I would do for her.

If someone was hurting her, consider them dead. If she was hurting herself, consider the person who made her feel that way dead. If I ever hurt her...

A vein bulged in my forehead. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

Consider me dead.

I gripped my wand tightly as I followed my father, towards Hogwarts. My mind was buzzing with thoughts of Elle, who I knew was on the other side of the battlefield, fighting for Hogwarts, The school I once loved. The school where I met her, that would soon be torn into pieces.

I couldn't help but feel torn. On one hand, I was loyal to my  father and his cause, but on the other, I loved her so much and didn't want to see her hurt.

As we reached the outskirts of the castle, My thoughts turned to ourlast encounter. We had almost argued about my allegiance to the dark side, with Estelle pleading for me to stay with her.

My heart ached at the thought. Hurting her was worse than I could ever imagine. But I had grown up hearing stories of my father's greatness and I couldn't bring himself to betray him.

But now, as I looked upon the castle that held the love of my life, I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt and doubt. I knew that if I continued to follow my father, I would be on the opposite side of the battlefield from her.

My father's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Are you ready, my son?" Voldemort asked, his red eyes gleaming with excitement.

I took a deep breath and nodded, pushing aside my doubts and fears. I had made my decision and I would stand by it, no matter the consequences.

He hurt her.

The back of my mind screamed with the thoughts of my father torturing Elle.

Her tears stinging her eyes as she screamed in agony.

I wanted to tear his heart out. The cold, small black rock of a heart he had. Rip him to shreds so he never breathed around her ever again.

But I couldn't. The only fear I have ever had was my father, feeling disappointed in me.

I let out the breath I was holding, as I tightened my hold around my wand.

I didn't care killing people. I know that sounds low but some people deserved to die.

My father deserved to die. Everyone knew that. Even the people who were heavily on his side.

Her rapist deserved to die. I found pleasure stabbing him in the stomach. Watching the life drain from his eyes.

Those are the kinds of people I would enjoy killing.

The bridge approaches us slowly, I see Neville Longbottom standing at the edge.

I used to make fun of him. With Theo. Who now stood besides me, staring back at Neville as he looked between us.

The death eaters charged at him as he began to run.

"Hey!" I yelled, but it was too late, everyone was running and charging on the bridge towards the school.

Me and Theo ran, our hearts beating quick as the. thud of our boots against wood echoed our heads. Along with the yells and screams.

I heard the bridge begin to crack as we ran faster, the pillars falling beneath us. We continued to run and threw spells at anyone in our way.

Armies of stone soldiers lied ahead of us as we crashed through them. Balls of fire hitting the castle along with fireworks of rocks and boulders.

It was chaos. People dead everywhere. My classmates, my teachers. Dead.

I continued on and looked at my surroundings. The front courtyard was in ruins, rocks and rubble everywhere. Blood splattered on the walls, with the thuds of bodies hitting the ground every minute.

Spells threw at me too. I blocked and hit back as I tried to find someone, anyone I knew.

I ran inside, dodging people as they screeched in pain.

Harry was in my sights as everyone around me ran from me. I never knew I could scare off so many people.

He looked at me, blood and cuts plastered on his face, his glasses cracked. His hair a mess.

I walked towards him. It was just me and him.

"Hey."

He held up his wand. "What do you want Riddle." His voice was mean, not the soft, kind one as before.

"I won't hurt you."

"You'll hurt many others though. You probably already have"

I gulped.

"Yes. It's true. You can't trust me." I breathed out. "I don't need to know where she is, I don't even need to see her... god I want too but..." I looked at my shoes. "Is she safe Potter?" I looked up, meeting his eyes.

"I don't know. I can't even tell you if Ron or Hermione is safe. Or draco." He bit his lip. "She can handle herself though. You know that."

"Yes. Yes I do." I nodded. "However much I love to protect her and make sure she's safe. I know she can handle herself." I met his eyes. "If anyone hurts her Harry... so help me god. Just give me a name and I'll take care of it" I clenched my jaw.

"Got it." He gave me a nod. "See you out there?"

"Yeah." I nodded. Turned away, and swore to myself to never hurt anyone ever again unless it helps her.