Bound By Blood.

ch.26~ Whats lost is lost.

"Sometimes I wondered who the real you was, and what was the mask.

Sometimes I wonder if you even know the differences."

Recovered translated correspondents from Order Member Alexandra Brooks, to Death Eater Mattheo Riddle, 2003.

Hogwarts, 1997.

Mattheo.

I practically tripped over my own two feet running down the stairs from the tower.

My arm still stinging, almost completely unbearable now.

But I needed to find her.

To warn her.

To possibly say goodbye.

I knew what my father was going to tell me once I found him, he was going to tell me the exact plan. When he plans on moving in on the castle, when he plans to attack.

And all I knew, was that it was very soon.

Very fucking soon.

Days, if we're lucky.

Hours, if we aren't.

And I, have never been lucky.

So, here I was, running around this damned castle like a fucking idiot, looking for her.

I remember she stayed after class to be mended, she was severely burned. I figured she'd still be in the classroom, so I headed there.

I was merely there.

Feet away.

When a Ravenclaw boy stopped me dead in my tracks.

Which I didn't think was possible in a mood like this.

But with the words spewing out of his mouth... I couldn't ignoring him.

"That girl really thinks she's something special, doesn't she? Burnt to a crisp and still acting like she's the best thing to grace this castle with that disgusting attitude." the Ravenclaw said, leaning against the wall with a smug look on his face, "I mean, if only the potion hit her a little higher. Took the girl out of her misery, running with Potter offers her no better ending."

Without thinking, my body reacted faster than my brain could process the situation.

The words hung in the air like smoke, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't contain.

Who is he to talk about her "end," like he knew.

I stepped forward, fist clenched, and let it fly—a sharp, angry jab that connected right on his jaw.

The satisfaction of that moment was sweet and immediate.

Pain blossomed through my knuckles, but it was a pain I welcomed.

A pain I enjoyed.

He stumbled back against the wall, eyes wide, a look of disbelief crossing his features.

"What the fuck?" he sputtered, rubbing his jaw in disbelief as if he'd just been hit by a rogue Bludger instead of a fellow student.

Instead of me.

"You just talk too fucking much," I huffed, "About shit you don't know about."

Before I could even process the rush of adrenaline, the Ravenclaw's shock transformed into a flash of anger.