Mixed Feelings; Mattheo Riddle- Book 3

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"I've heard unsettling rumors," Voldemort slowly hissed, setting a hand on Mattheo's shoulder. "Rumors that have made me angry, and worried about where your loyalties may stand," his voice pierced through Mattheo, making him shudder. All the death eaters stay sitting at the table, completely silent, completely still, completely afraid.  

"What rumors," Mattheo's voice shook, as he dared to tread the possibility of his father knowing. His eyes wandered over to the table, glancing at Draco, whose eyes showed worry, and Tyler's showed smugness, relishing in the fact that the privileged son of Voldemort was about to get what he deserved. 

Voldemort's smile widened ear to ear, leaving everyone in the room unsettled. He glared at Snow, who was tied up to her chair, tortured, beaten, sweaty and no longer having any energy to show expressions. Her red eyes glared at the two of them while their exchange occurred. "

"Something about a... relationship," he says the word with disgust laced in it, "between you and the filthy, Snow Potter." His voice was no longer calm, but instead, expressed fury and disappointment.  Mattheo's jaw clenched at Voldermort's choice of words, his hand clenched into a fist. "I told myself there is no way my son would betray us all. He surely isn't that stupid."  

Mattheo inhaled a shuddering breath, as his father's grip became firmer on his shoulder. "You are mistaken," he said with his most convincing tone. He stood up a bit straighter, staring at the broken Snow. "Just the thought disgusts me," he scoffed.  

Voldemort's face broke into a proud smile. "I thought so." He stepped back, and Mattheo let out a quiet sigh of relief. He tensed again when Voldemort approached once again, handing him his wand, gently placing it in his palm. "I figure if there is truly nothing then this shouldn't be a problem," he began, creating a tightening feeling in Mattheo's stomach. He turned his son's face towards the direction of Snow, whose face remained unchanged. "The Cruciatus Curse ought to prove it."

Mattheo turned to Voldemort, his eyes filled with shock. "What?" He incredulously exclaimed.  

Voldemort raised his nonexistent eyebrow. "What do you mean, 'What?'" He mocked his tone. "This should be easy. She's a Potter, she deserves this," Voldemort insisted. "So Mattheo, if there truly is nothing, then do what you've been doing since you could hold a wand." He stepped back, sitting at the end of his table. "Perform the Cruciatus Curse on Snow."  

Mattheo closed his eyes, his back towards everyone. When he opened them again, he realized this wasn't a nightmare he could escape. He looked at Snow, who gave the subtlest nod of her head, that only he could notice. He bit his lip to prevent the sound of his tears from exiting his mouth. 

"Now, Mattheo," Voldemort commanded.  

With a wavering arm, he pointed the wand to Snow's chest. 

A/N: 

Lil sneak peak hehe :) 

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