𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | mattheo riddle

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

Every year it comes to this. Instead of getting the chance to spend time at home for Christmas, my father drags myself, my brother and my mum to these stupid gatherings in a hall full of people I've never even met before.

What's the point? I have no idea. I'm sure it's just so my father can create more links with evil witches and wizards. My mum, my brother and I know deep down he secretly has a weird obsession with You-Know-Who, since he's always networking with some dodgey looking people.

I pull my silk black dress down a little since it's bothering me, before taking a sip of out the wine glass I'm holding. I wish it contained alcohol or something, not that it'd do anything though. I'm already losing my mind out of boredom.

"Mum, do you know where the bathroom is?" I ask my mum sat beside me at the dinner table, but it takes her a moment to break out of her trance as she watches my father stood a couple of metres away from our table, laughing and talking to a group of witches and wizards.

"The toilets?" She finally replies. "I think they're round the back that way. Be quick, if your father sees you're gone he won't be best pleased."

"Okay." I sigh, picking up my purse before trodding along in my black heels towards the bathrooms.

I continue taking turns in quiet corridors, in attempt to find them but the panic inside of me begins to grow as I soon realise I may have gotten lost.

The worst thing is, there's no one around to even help me. It's literal silence.

But maybe I spoke too soon.

I hear a grunt from around the corner, and I tip toe forward as quietly as I can, slowly turning into the other corridor.

My eyes widen instantly and my hand slaps over my mouth in shock as I look down at the wounded boy slouched against the wall, sat down on the carpeted floor with blood pouring out of his abdomen.

My eyes can't leave the cause of the bleeding - which is the knife pierced into his stomach.

"Oh my god- WHAT DO I DO!?" I exclaim a little too loudly, as the curly haired boy slowly raises his head and reveals his dark eyes which practically pierce through my soul.

Oh my-

It can't be.

The Dark Lord's son!? Is that him?

I stumble backwards slightly and I realise he's got a smirk on his face as he chuckles to himself.

"What's wrong love? Does my face scare you?"

Quite the opposite.

"Mattheo Riddle... is that your name?"

"Doesn't really matter does it, since I've got a knife stuck inside of me right now." He answers sharply and I blink with a gulp, unsure of what to do.

He's Voldemort's son.

"Do you want me to call someone or- I don't know what to do-"

"No." He replies quickly. "Don't call anyone."

"I-"

"I need you to pass me my wand." He says in a demanding tone, and purely out of fear I look around him to find his wand a couple of metres away.

I walk quickly over in my long silk black dress to go and grab it, before hesitating to hand it to him.

"You're not going to kill me are you, after this?" I ask with a gulp and and he looks up at me as if I've asked him a stupid question. He doesn't even bother to reply to my apparent stupid question, and casts a spell down at his wound which instantly removes the knife.