Mattheo Riddle [o.s]

partners in crime

                   Laura Lestrange

tw: mention of graphic description.

"Fuck, these pants are tight on my dick." Mattheo says from behind me, making me roll my eyes as I try to keep my attention on the group of wizards that were ten feet away from us.

We were hidden behind a corner, spying on the people that we are supposed to basically torture to death. It was a family that were death eaters just like us, but they decided to be a bunch of goodie two shoes and betray Lord Voldemort like the pussies they are. Me and Mattheo always had a weird feeling about them, and we were damn right about it. It was a witch and a wizard, with their two sons that were only a year older than us. They were in this alleyway, and I can tell they are scared as fuck. The mother keeps looking left and right every few seconds as her sons and husband spoke about something that I can't hear quite well, but I'm guessing it's about where they should hide so neither Voldemort or death eaters can find them. If they actually think they can hide from the Lord, then it shows how naive they are and why they betrayed him in the first place.

"Laura how long are we gonna be fucking hiding? Can't we just go and just attack them?" Mattheo whispers, making me turn my head to him with my eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. He had a black cap on just like I did, that was attached to our dark capes. It was mainly pitch black around us, considering it was almost midnight, but I could see some glimpses of his face.

"Can't you stop whining? I'm trying to listen to what they're talking about?" I whisper and flick my finger against the center of his forehead, scolding him like he's my bad ass son who doesn't listen.

Me and Mattheo are very close. We have known each other since we were around six years old, and bonded over the fact that we were basically born into this lifestyle of evilness and that we can't aspire to anything else in life. We've gotten used to it, and we love serving for his father, but we sometimes have our moments of weakness and wonder how our lives would've been if we were just like the other students in Hogwarts, with normal lives, loving parents, and a preppy ass friend group that goes out every weekend.

It's safe to say he is my best friend, and also my only friend that I solemnly trust. We've been through some weird and tough shit, but we always managed to comfort each other, even if we act like we don't want it. We are basically together 24/7, since I see him at the Riddle manor every weekend for meetings, and at school every week day where we pretend to be normal students that don't slit people's throat like total psychopaths.

We were always assigned on duties like this together, even though there were many death eaters of our age that he can pair us with. Apparently, his father says that we have creative ways of killing people and that he likes it, so it's better we work together. Even though our way of murdering is less dark magic and more of a muggle way, because we like to use our hands instead of spells and curses, he still says that we are two of his most powerful servants.