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

how it all came together...

P.T. 

„Professor!" I whisper-yelled, stepping out of the shadows behind the door. 

Snape didn't show any sign of surprise or shock, he just raised his eyebrows at me. „Ms Thorne..." he hissed back quietly, looking in every direction before pulling me along by my shoulder. 

„How have you been, Ms Thorne?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the hallway we were walking in. „How did you and Mr Riddle travel? And how's your sister?"

Keeping my guard up as well, I whispered back: „She's safe at Luna's. Mattheo and I traveled over London, where Mr Nott Senior picked us up. As for me..." I sighed deeply. „I've told Theodore and Draco about the plan, Blaise will most likely arrive today. And..."

I hesitated, but Snape looked down at me like he was daring me to tell him the truth. 

„When Mattheo and I arrived yesterday, Tom called to see him first thing." I whispered, carefully looking over my shoulder. „I don't know what exactly happened, because I didn't want to ask. But I think... I think Tom's been torturing him with some kind of painful curse. I'v tried to heal it, or at least make it less hurtful. But I don't have any healing spells left..."

Snape nodded slowly, pulling me into another corridor. „I should've expected that." he muttered, suddenly beginning to rummage through the pockets of his coat. „Here, Ms Thorne. Take this. It could help." 

He handed me a small vial made of glass, a shimmering rose-coloured liquid swirling around inside. Carefully slipping it into my own pocket, I nodded thankfully. „Thank you, Professor. Oh, and I've actually managed to put the mind spell on Mattheo, to stop Tom from reading his thoughts."

„You did?" Snape asked coldly. „Well, that is certainly impressive, considering the difficulty of the spell. Well done, Ms Thorne. That will surely be of great help with what we planned." 

„About that, Professor..." I spoke up again, when Snape suddenly stopped in the middle of the corridor. 

„Mr Greyback." 

I froze, instinctively moving to hide behind him.

There he was. The monster calling himself my father, Jane at his left, Marcuse at his right. 

„Severus!" he called out, a disgusting smile spreading on his face until he saw me. Then, his face fell to a snarl. „And the little insect, I see..." 

Looking up at Snape nervously, I shook my head. 

He understood. 

„Mr Greyback, I see you've arrived. Ms Thorne and I are in a hurry, but we'll be sure to come back to you later, won't we?"

„Yes." I said from more or less behind him, trying to keep my voice steady. „Mattheo and I picked up the clothes in London. They're already in your rooms."

My father looked me up and down, his fangs blinking from inside his mouth. „Phersephone, you dirty little..." 

But Snape interrupted him again, pulling me around the next corner. „Mr Greyback, I believe this conversation shouldn't be happening like this. Think about your way of speaking to your daughter, before approaching us again."

And that was it. He shut my father up just like that. 

Damn.

Looking over my shoulder, I had to try really hard not to laugh at my families stunned faces as Snape and I kept walking past them and down the hallway. But they didn't say anything about it.

„Honestly, Ms Thorne. I couldn't imagine living with that kind of people." Snape suddenly muttered. That comment was so unusual for him, that I was at a loss for words for a second.