Mixed Feelings; Mattheo Riddle- Book 3

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 4: 𝗪𝗵𝗼'𝘀 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆?

Snow couldn't have been captured. 

Harry refused to believe it. 

But it became obvious have hundreds of letters didn't receive a single response that something was terribly wrong. 

He prayed an opportunity would present itself soon. And it did. 

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"What. No way. You guys are not becoming me!" Harry groaned as Moody presented the plan to everyone. 

Moody paid no mind to his complaining. "We all agreed, and you're the only one not of age. You've got the trace on ya. People are going to be looking for a Potter, and if we're all one, they won't know who is who." 

"Well even so, you need my DNA and I'm not giving it to you." 

Hermione held back a laugh as she plucked some of Harry's hair from behind him, causing a sting to go through his head. 

"Blimey, Hermione." 

As soon as his hair was infused with the potion, he offered the potion to everyone. "Fair warning, it tastes like goblin piss." 

Everyone began morphing into Harry. The real Harry's eyes widened at the hideous sight of everyone changing into him. 

Is my appearance really that... normal? 

"Let's see if they can guess who Harry is now," Moody smirked. 

"Bill, don't look at me. I'm hideous!" Fleur whined, taking off her bra. 

"You're so short," Fred and George Weasley said at once. 

"Your eyesight really is awful," Hermione quipped. 

Harry sighed, shaking his head. "If you're done roasting me, can we get on with it?" 

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"Who's Harry?" 

Mattheo's blood ran cold. A shudder went through his spine. "Snow, that's not funny." 

One of Snow's eyebrows cocked up. She was laying down in a heap on the floor. Her limbs loose and frail. "I'm not trying to be funny." 

Suddenly, he couldn't breathe. "What did Gale do to you?" he cried out. 

"Who's Harry?" Snow asked again, more desperate. Urgency in the back of her throat. The name was so familiar. Her heartstrings pulled. She should remember. She wants to remember. But nothing appears. 

"Your brother!" Mattheo quickly responded, kneeling to Snow's level, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Your older brother, Harry Potter. Your parents died, remember? Voldemort gave you that scar on your forehead." 

Snow closed her eyes. Painful memories went through her head with faces and features that were so comforting and familiar. But she couldn't associate a name with them. 

"I can't remember," she weakly squeaks out. A sob caught in her throat. "I want to remember, but I can't!" Tears began freely falling from her face, no control over how ugly and fat the tears were. Snow looked at Mattheo, her eyes glassy and red. 

When Mattheo embraced her, she rested her head in his chest. No matter what, she would always remember the safety of his arms. 

"Do you remember Hermione? Ron? Ginny?" 

Snow shook her head. "The names are so familiar, but I just... I can't put a finger on it." Her face morphed into a pained expression. "My head hurts. I want to remember. Why can't I remember?" 

Mattheo held her cheek, kissing her softly. "You'll remember." He hesitated before saying his next sentence. "I promise." 

Snow sighed, thinking to herself for a few moments. "Can you tell me some other names? So that I know if I remember them?" 

Mattheo nodded, thinking of names. "Luna?" 

Snow shook her head. Mattheo's heart dropped from his chest to his feet. 

"Loren?"

Snow hesitantly nodded. "I think so? Herb guy, right?" 

Mattheo chuckled, nodding. Slight relief. 

"Lily Potter? James Potter?"

Snow exhaled, shuddering. "Yes." 

"Voldemort," Mattheo carefully whispered. 

"Voldy, you mean?" 

Mattheo held back laughter. 

He hesitated before asking the next one. "Sky?" 

Snow's face dropped. A slow nod. More tears. 

"It's my fault he died," Snow quietly said. "I killed all those death eaters that day. I didn't come soon enough." 

"It's not your fault," Mattheo firmly said. He put a finger under her chin, lifting it to meet his eyes. "Listen to me. That wasn't your fault." 

"All those death eaters I kil-"

"They deserved it." Mattheo smiled at her, offering comfort. "They had it coming." 

Snow's chest was heaving, remembering the thrill she felt while killing them. The sense of letting go of control and reason. She loved it. That scared her the most. 

"You should sleep," he said. Laying her down. "I'll stay until you sleep," he softly said, stroking her hair. 

"Thank you," Snow finally smiled again. With the warmth of Mattheo's hands, she finally dozed off.

A/N:

Feel like my writing motivation is going down by the second should i just scrap this book 😭

Lil fun tid bit:

If I do end up finishing this book I will be releasing another fanfic i have planned out after this (if u guys want that is) 

What'd u think of this chapter? (honest thoughts and predictions pls i love reading em)