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Pain. Pain is all I can feel when start to gain consciousness.
When I can finally peel my eyes open, I gaze at the ceiling I notice, for the first time that it is white but has these stains on it. I can't tell if it's blood or just it decaying.
"Y/n, how are you feeling?"
At first, I can only hear that someone is talking, and not what they are saying. But I can hear the tremble and worry in their voice. I slowly move my head towards the speaker and relief floods through my veins.
Matteo.
Still not knowing what he said I begin to sob. I can no longer contain the pain I feel. So, I let it all go. In a matter of seconds, he pulls me closer and starts comforting me without words. He holds me tightly to his chest. Just this simple gesture makes me cry more.
I feel like I am crying for everything bad that has happened to me in my life. And he stays there, through all the shaking. Tears start to stain his shirt; in a different circumstance I would have felt ashamed. But I don't, I feel seen, and I feel.... Loved. Not like the "I hope you feel better" kind more like the " I will walk to the ends of the earth and back if I could take away all the pain." He comforts me like a mother would when you have your first break-up. Or like a father when you got hurt and can't stop crying.
He pulls me even closer when the sobs turn into mere whimpers. Now I am huddled up in his lap, with my head on his chest. I can hear his heart, beating softly and my own heart starts to match the rhythm. I don't know if I'll ever be able to leave the comfort of his arms.
I don't have the energy to complain when he picks me up and carries me out of the building and into what I assume is the forbidden forest. I shiver from the sudden impact of the wind. He notices this and pulls me closer making sure I am warm. I wonder if he's cold as well. It's not long before I lose conciseness again. All I was able to see was that it was dark and most definitely midnight if not later.
By the time I wake it is morning because I can see the light through my eye lids. I don't open my eyes and cuddle deeper into the bed. My eyes dart open.
I'm in a bed? Since when am I in a bed?
I look around the room and realize that I am in my bed, I'm my room. Slowly the memories from last night returns. I can't see myself, but I can tell my cheeks have turned a shade of pink. If I were in my right mind, I would not have done something like that, or at least refused. I slowly take a breath through my nose and remember how he smelled. It was a nice smell. Not like most boys. He smelt like the woods and spices, it's a common perfume that guys use but on him, it smells spectacular. Or maybe I was just so asleep that I couldn't smell him properly. Hopefully the latter.
My head feels like its constantly getting squished. But finally, I am able to sit up properly without assistance. To my disappointment I can't stand up without falling. Great. After a few attempts I admit defeat. Thankfully Matteo makes his appearance. Or should I rather say sadly because the blush immediately makes an appearance.
"Y/n, you're awake." I can feel his relief through his words.
"Hi"
"How are you feeling, can you remember anything?"
"It's still a bit fuzzy." No, it's not, I can remember everything. The pain. The fear. The anger. And most importantly, betrayal. It's all still there.
"Ok, just let me know if you remember anything."
I almost burst out in tears, but I have to keep my cool, if I break down now, I might never be able to stop.
"So, how many classes did I miss, how long was I gone?"
"Y/n. About that," Oh no "they might expel you, since you were gone so long."
I might just cry now.
"But if I explain everything to Dumbledore, we might be able to sort things out." I know he is trying to cheer me up by saying that, but it does nothing of the sort.
"Ok. Thanks Matteo. I have a question."
"Go ahead."
Letting out a breath I ask, "Are you Voldemort's son?"
I can see the colour drain from his face. It's a simple question that if, answered correctly, could get him killed.
"Yes." One word.
"Thank you for answering honestly. I really appreciate it." But I can't help but wonder if he lied, I would be better off.
"Y/n, this might upset you but if I didn't do it, you wouldn't be here."
"Just spit it out, I'm already upset."
"My father has agreed to let you live on one condition." He stops, takes a breath and what he says next shatters the little heart I had left. "He will leave you alone if you agree to become a deatheater."
I can't so this anymore. I take it back, he shouldn't have told me. I can't breathe. He sees that I'm about to break so he immediately comes to my side and tries his best to comfort me.
But this time I refuse. I will not break. I can't. I let a few tears fall but nothing more. This situation does not deserve my tears.
But what happens now?
