Oh, my dear... (Mattheo Riddle ff)

how they made it to Malfoy Manor...

P.T.

„Thank Merlin, Penny!" Mattheo hissed, quickly pulling me into his arms. ,,I was starting to think they arrested you!" 

,,Calm down, Mattie..." I muttered into his shirt, as he held me against his chest. ,,I just placed an envelope on a desk."

„But you were gone for thirty fucking minutes!" he whispered against my hair, squeezing me firmly. ,,Thirty minutes, in the fucking ministry of magic!" 

„Everything went according to plan." I gave back, gently brushing some hair out of his forehead. ,,I placed the letter, they'll find it, and then they'll know, and come help us. Now, let's go find that portkey your brother created, shall we?" 

,,Mhm..." He pressed a gentle but lingering kiss on my lips. ,,Let's go find it." 

Hand in hand, we made it across the bustling street without getting run over, although I almost got hit by a wild biker before Mattheo pulled me away. 

,,Who would have thought that London traffic could be this life-threatening?" I chuckled as we made it to the other side. 

,,Well, it's still less crowded than the Quidditch stands on matchdays." Mattheo gave back, pulling me along into the next street. 

,,Fair enough. At least there aren't any first years here, where you have to be careful not to kick them down the stairs accidentally." 

,,Accidentally?"

,,Mattheo!" 

,,I'm only kidding, love. Here, that should be it..."

We stopped in front of a rather old looking house a few streets further, the bricks already cracking here and there, dust raining of the roof occasionally. 

,,This is it?" 

,,I believe so, yes." 

„It looks everything but right and inviting to me, to be honest."

,,That's probably why Tom chose it." Mattheo muttered, searching the front of the house with his eyes. There weren't many windows, and those who did exist didn't have any glass in them, or only the remains of what once could have been some. 

„What did Jane say we should look for again?" 

„A room with walls red as blood, and a snake on the door. In there, a little box, black as the night, with the key, as dark as death." I quoted my stepmother dramatically.

But Mattheo didn't chuckle, he just sighed. ,,Great. Sounds just like Tom to put it like that." 

„Come on, let's go find it already." I muttered, tightening the strap of my bag over my shoulder. It was probably the most practical thing I owned, hexed with one of those undetectable expanding spells, so it could fit absolutely everything. Did it originally belong to Hermione Granger? Maybe. Did I give a fuck? Absolutely not. 

,,Yeah, let's this over with." he gave back, and we walked towards the only visible door. 

It wasn't locked. 

,,Nothing? Not even a little alohomora?" I frowned. „That's more than weird, if there really is such thing as a portkey inside." 

„Absolutely nothing my brother does is logical." Mattheo muttered, carefully pushing the door open. ,,We'll just be careful, and then we'll be fine." 

,,Yeah, yeah... Fine my ass." I gave back, entering the old house behind him, still holding his hand. ,,We're on our way to a deatheater meeting. But sure, we'll be absolutely fine..."