Matteo's perspective
The little sleep I got helped a lot, it's interesting how a small change can change everything.
I rise and go to the bathroom to look a little less like I just woke up. I splash my face with water and comb my hair out with my hands. I the make my way to the common room. Its empty. I wonder what time it is. The clock on the wall says it is 7:50. Did my 15-minute nap really turn into a 4 hour one? Wow, I really did need sleep. I go to sit on the couch that is right in front of the fireplace. I don't understand why the fireplace is even lit, its summer and its warm. I sit there for what seems hours and think about these few days and what has happened. Y/n. I wonder how it's going with her. I should go and check if she's still asleep.
The path to my father's lair takes longer than usual since I've already lost hope. I wonder if there is a spell to wake someone up from a coma, is she in a coma. Maybe. Hopefully not. I open the door with my head low. I slowly walk in. But when I hear Y/n's screams and pleas I rush in a s quickly as possible. She's awake! I don't know if I should feel relived or scared because she's on her knees. Screaming in pain as my father uses the cruciatus curse. How could he?
"Son, I'm glad you could finally join us." He's smiling, but I don't care all I can think about is y/n right now. I don't even remove my eyes from the painful scene. I can see she can't hold out any longer.
"Y/n!" I scream. She faints. I immediately rush to her aid. But I'm too late. She's still alive but the curse took a lot out of her. Holding her in my arms I wipe her tears with my thumb.
She's not dead. She's not dead. She's not dead. I keep repeating in my mind, but it's hard to believe when I look at her in this lifeless state.
I know there's nothing I can do so I focus my energy on getting her back into her room. No, it's not a room. It's a cell. I softly lay her down on the cold stone and make my way to the main room. I take my time so I can think about my plan of action. I know I can't kill my father even though it might help cure my anger. But even if I could, he has his minions. I would certainly lose. Taking a shaky breath, I take my seat next to my father. Time to fight for the life of y/n.
"Since we have established that the little brat does not know where to find the stone we must find the next course of action." The words sting me as they leave my father's mouth. Little brat? "The easiest option would be to kill her but I'm open to suggestions."
I try my best to focus on what he is saying but I can't. Y/n is flooding my brain. I wasn't there when she woke up, I couldn't comfort her. I could've helped her. No, there was nothing stopping my father and his actions. But I could've done the bare minimum and ease the pain by just holding her and whisper that everything would be alright.
"Can I be the one to kill her? Since I was the one that brought her here?" Theodore asks. How dare he open his filthy mouth. It's getting harder and harder to keep my cool. But that's when an idea hits me.
"Why don't we make her a deatheater?" I can't believe I just said that. A deatheater? Y/n? That girl can't even kill a fly without feeling guilty. But it's the best option. My father stays quiet, so I take it as a sign to continue. "She might be a great asset if we play our cards right. She is very strong and is one of the beat students there is. She might even help recover the stone." This peaks my father's interest.
"Yes, I agree she might be a great asset. But what if she betrays us?"
"Well, father you know the answer to that, we just kill her." I can feel as my heart crushes as I say that. "But I will be there to monitor her throughout the day and make sure that doesn't happen." I can tell my father is testing me. He has already made his mind. Now I just have to wait and see what he's going to do.
"Very well. Y/n will become a deatheater."
"But she's the enemy!" Theodore bursts out.
"Are you questioning my son's reasoning?" This is the first time my father has ever agreed to something I suggested. With that in mind Theodore shuts up. I can't help but grin.
A few days pass before y/n wakes up. But this time I was there to greet her. I was sitting on the floor next to her when she woke up.
"Y/n, how are you feeling?"
She doesn't say a word, instead she starts to sob. I move closer to her and hold her in my arms. I wish we could stay like this for eternity, but I have to explain to her what's going to happened in a few days from now. But first she has to rest, in her own bed.
