Matteo's perspective
The first thing I notice when I wake up is that I have a headache. Great I'm hungover. The next thing I notice is that the room is not filled with y/n's snores. It could either mean she had an early start, which is unlikely or that she has left for breakfast, also unlikely since she is a late sleeper. When I finally muster the strength, I stand up to get ready for the day. I slowly walk making sure I put one foot in front of the other. I do my usual routine; get dressed, wash my face, brush my teeth and take a long cold shower in hopes of curing my headache. Of course it didn't. But it did help my mind be a little less fuzzy. Stepping out of the shower a little more refreshed, I could finally think about y/n without the fear of my brain overheating.
I decide that the beat course of action will be to check for any clues of where she might have gone. I first inspect the bathroom; nothing seems to be out of the ordinary except that it is tidy. Too tidy. Her toothbrush has clearly not been touched and her skincare is not scattered all over the counter. Instead, it is still organized from when she spontaneously decided to clean the whole dorm when claimed she couldn't sleep. And I strongly doubted she would clean two days in a row.
I move to inspect the sleeping area; her bed is unmade. At least there is one thing that is normal. I know I shouldn't have, but next I checked her closet next. Everything was neat and tidy; I don't know what it normally looks like but I'm hoping its always like this and not because of her cleaning spree. That's when I spot a brown bag. I know I'm invading her privacy but I still open the package. Inside it is a tiny black box with a red ribbon around it. There was also I letter that has already been opened. I carefully take the note out. On it is a short paragraph that read:
"Dear y/n. Happy 18th birthday! We hope you enjoy your day and that it may be filled with love. Inside that little box is something that has been passed from generation to generation, and now it's your turn. We hope you enjoy it and use it wisely. Sincerely your birthparents"
Birthparents? Was y/n adopted? Or was it just their way of signing their gift? I take the box in my hand. It is quite heavy for its size. What was in there? A rock? That's when it hit me. I knew y/n was a target of my father but I never knew why, but this makes everything clear. I had heard my father's servants, the deatheaters, talk about an heir to the Peverell family that possess the resurrection stone and that they were in Hogwarts. I didn't think for a second that the heir was y/n. It was now obvious what had happened last night. She was taken by them. My father has y/n. I can't breathe. He promised that she would remain safe until the end of the year, that she would be left alone. I had hope that my father would keep his promise this time. I was foolish to believe him.
I run as quickly as my feet could carry me to my father's lair. As a burst through the door I am met by Theodore, Draco and Blaise all siting in a circle playing poker. I lunge forward grabbing Theodore by the collar of his shirt. Surprisingly he remains calm as a make ready to punch his face.
"So, you finally figured it out? It took you long enough. You lost me ten bucks." He states calmly.
"You betted on me coming here?? Where the hell is she!?"
He answers me by nodding in the direction of a metal door. I drop him and dash to the door grasping the handle until my fingers turn white. I brace myself for the worst. I open the door surprisingly slow. I find her unconscious lying on the floor. No chained to the floor. I can't stand the site of her looking so hurt and helpless. I examine her injuries from a distance. I see that she has multiple bruises on her face and arms from where she was grasped by the three idiots outside. The thought of them hurting her makes me want to murder them. But I know doing that might cause y/n to be tortured to teach me a lesson.
I gradually make my way towards her. Once I meet her on the other side of the room, I softly take her chin in my hand and brush the dried blood off her lips with my thumb. It takes all my strength to not start crying and wrench her free. I give her a soft hug before I leave.
As I walk past Theodore, I hear him snicker. One day I will dig his grave and put him in it. Hopefully in pieces.
Once I get back to school, I get scolded by the teachers for skipping class. But I feel numb and give them no reaction, so they eventually let me go. Y/n poor y/n she doesn't deserve this. And me liking her doesn't help a bit. She was only in her 3rd year in some foreign school when I found out that she was our target. And since then, I have kept an eye on her and research her and her family. I find it comical that I have liked her before she even knew that I existed. I knew her every habit, the way she moves even her favorite meal. If only we could've met before I knew her. So I could fall for her the right way and not in this twisted way.
A few days past of me checking up on her every day just to discover her still unconscious, the only thing that insured me she wasn't dead was the occasional wince of pain and her breathing. I'm starting to give up on her. She's strong, but I don't know if she's strong enough to hold out any longer. I hated myself for not trying to wake her up, but doing so would do more harm that good. Maybe it would be best if she never woke up? No, I can't think like that, she is going to wake up and I am going to be there when she does.
It is now day ten of her being absent. And the teachers are wondering why she is taking so long to recover from the flu. An excuse I made to insure she doesn't get expelled. Not that it would matter if my father ends up killing her. The day goes much longer than usual, and the classes seem longer. Maybe it's the sleepless nights catching up to me. Or I'm dying. I hope I'm dying because I can't endure anymore of this torture. I desperately need sleep, so today I decided I'm going to take a nap instead of going directly to y/n after school ends.
I make my way to my room and pass out immediately as soon as my head touches my pillow. And I fall into a dreamless sleep.
