Mixed Feelings; Mattheo Riddle- Book 3

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 7: 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻

Things r gonna be a bit more fast paced (ik a lotta ppl on wattpad like that anyways so...) it'll still make sense tho. 

This chapter is important! Lot's of development important for other chapters

Sensitive actions in this chapter! Beware! 

Mattheo: 

The hooting owls couldn't be louder. Mattheo was now in the empty living room of the wizard he was instructed to kill. The couch was empty and the curtains were closed. The room was barely illuminated by Mattheo's wand. 

Mattheo walked around the living room, investigating the couch, the table, the half empty glass of whiskey. Thousands of books lined the walls of the room, and several scrolls from the ministry littered the table. In all honesty, he had no idea why this wizard had to be killed. He hadn't been paying attention in meetings unless Snow or Adalie's name popped up. 

As he was observing, a small shuffling sound came behind Mattheo. The lights flash on, making Mattheo whip his head around. In front of him is the man who was unfortunately going to lose his life today. 

The blood in the wizard's face drained, his palms now sweaty and his eyes filled with fear. 

"Oh god- This can't be real," he whimpered. 

"It is real," Mattheo pursed his lips, holding out his wand. "Let's make it quick," his voice shook. 

He fell to his knees, gripping on to Mattheo's leg. His voice came out broken. "Please. I'll do whatever the Lord asked me. Just please, don't kill me!" 

Mattheo paused, feeling nauseous seeing the man beg for what should be his god-given right: a life. 

Unable to see the pleading man, he shook him off his leg. "Get up," Mattheo said. "At the very least, die with honor. You're in the ministry, act like it." 

Trembling, the man gets up, his eyes pooled with tears. "Please-" his voice whispered. "Please, please," he kept on repeating. Mattheo swallowed the bile in his throat, pushing the man back slightly as to not be so up and personal with him. 

"I'll make sure it looks like an accident. Your kids don't deserve to know how you actually died," Mattheo blinked away the building of tears in his eyes. He felt blood rush to his cheeks. Attempting to be steady, he held the wand to the chest of the wizard. "I'm sorry." 

A moment. The moment before death is always felt by two people: The victim and the killer. 

Neither of them felt it. 

"Fuck this." Mattheo put down his wand, forcing the official's face to look at him. He wasn't like this anymore. Snow made sure he wasn't like this anymore. "Listen to me. You need to get out of the wizardry world. Go to the muggle world with your children. Don't even think of using your wand for magic. I am giving you and your children a chance at life. A normal life. Don't lose it." 

A sigh of relief, and an uncontrollable, maniac like laugh exits his mouth. Mattheo assumed it was in the moment, a bit of relief. Mattheo smiled a little himself, almost feeling the joy emanating off the man. 

But then he didn't stop laughing. His hand smacked the table as he continued laughing. It reached for the whiskey glass, downing the rest of it. The laughs intensified. Mattheo began backing up slightly, feeling unsafe. He kept his wand slightly raised, feeling as the person in front of him was too unpredictable. 

"Thank you!" He finally said, his fit of laughter continuing. 

A green flash is seen next, one Mattheo barely dodges. He ducks away from the man's killing curse.

Before his brain can connect to his mouth, Mattheo yells out, "Avada Kedavra!" 

He's dead. Before Mattheo can even process what he'd done, the wizard is dead. 

It was a gut reaction. Mattheo stared at the dead man. Not even close to looking like an accident. His kids that will never have a normal life and will forever be traumatized by the dead, insane look in their father's eyes. 

He failed those years with Snow, teaching him to be a better person. 

He had failed himself. 

Snow: (Read with caution) 

Gale rolled up his sleeves. His hair was messier than usual. Snow could guess why. His cheeks were flushed and his pupils dilated. He looked less composed. Something about this pleased Snow. 

He kicked the chair near the door, where he usually sat on to torture Snow. Snow raised and eyebrow, shocked. 

"I hate you," he suddenly said. Snow held back laughter. He sounded so child like. 

"Finally, something we both see eye to eye on," Snow smiled. 

The smile only seemed to aggravate Gale further. His alcohol breath was face to face with Snow, as he gripped her shoulders. His finger left long lasting imprints. "Shut up, before I make you." 

Snow didn't stop. "What will you do, Gale?" She tilted her head. "Curse me some more? Hit me some more? Go for it. It'll do nothing." 

Gale tensed, and then laughed. "I can do so much worse," he said. "You can barely move. You can't use your magic. You're helpless." He's suddenly directly face to face with Snow again. "You're all mine." 

Snow takes a minute to process what he just said. By the time he's on top of her had her limbs pinned to the ground, it's too late. 

He had done everything to her. Everything but taken her autonomy. Now her skin too was tainted by his marks. 

Her screams are muffled as he aggressively bites her lips, his hands causing bruises to form on her wrists. Pleads and squeals leave her mouth as he moves lower. 

"Gale, please. You're drunk. Get off me!" Eventually, her mouth stops working. She can't say anything. The only thing she feels is the constant violation of her body, as he uses her as her play toy. His lips go everywhere, his hands choked her, hoping to hear groans and even more pleads. Her weakness turned him on, pushing him to hurt her more. 

As her clothes were removed, she blacked out. 

Draco: 

My days are filled with nightmares of Dumbledore falling off the tower. The dull look in his eyes, fully expectant. The empty expression Snape held. The cackling of Bellatrix Lestrange. Ever since, my dark mark has been itching more insistently. It's cursing at me for not fulfilling my duty of killing Dumbledore.

Why couldn't I kill him? Why did I have to be the one to kill him? Why am I a death eater? Why am I alive? 

I really don't know. 

I want to leave.

I want to go home. 

A double update??? I had motivation tonight. 

There were some dark themes with Snow. This is to show the full extent of Gale's cruelty. If u read the prologue, u will remember how broken she is. They've tortured her physically, yes. But this completely violates her and takes away what is so precious to her: her autonomy. I believe it was necessary and i hope u guys see that

What do u think? I tried a different format where i just showed the story of each character. the title is my fav one so far