Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Shattered Choices

Word Count: 1024

Requested by: Ev2amazing4a

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Y/N's POV

The cold stone floor bit into my knees as I was forced to kneel in front of Voldemort. My wrists were bound tightly behind my back, and my vision blurred from tears and the haze of pain that radiated through my body. Around me, my friends—my chosen family—were slumped against the walls of the room, their bodies barely recognizable from the brutality they'd endured.

I couldn't bring myself to look at them for too long. It hurt too much. Theodore's face was smeared with blood, Blaise's usually sharp gaze with dull and unfocused, and Draco hung limp, his arms chained above him. Lorenzo, once the loudest among us, was silent now, a faint groan escaping him with every shallow breath.

But my heart broke the most when my gaze fell on Mattheo.

He was on his knees, chained in place, his head bowing in defeat. His shirt was torn, exposing deep gashes across his chest. Blood dripped from his mouth as he struggled to lift his head, meeting my eyes. Despite everything, the fire in his gaze hadn't dimmed completely.

"Y/N," he rasped, his voice hoarse form screaming. "Don't. Whatever he says, don't do it."

Voldemort's cold, high-pitched laugh sliced through the room like a blade. "So protective of her, my son. It's almost...endearing."

He stepped closer to me, his snake-like features twisted into a mockery of a smile. "You've caused quite a bit of trouble, haven't you, little one? Whispering in my son's ear, filling his head with insurgence, rallying these fools to stand against me. And now... here you all are. Broken. Helpless."

I glared up at him, forcing strength into my voice despite the terror curling in my chest. "You'll never have him. We will stop you. I will stop you. One way or another."

Voldemort tilted his head, amusement flickering in his crimson eyes. "Brave words for someone so... fragile." He turned, his wand flicking lazily.

A scream tore though the room as another curse struck Blaise. He writhed against the wall, his head snapping back with a sickening thud.

"Stop it!" I shouted, straining against my bonds.

"Then answer me," Voldemort said, his voice chillingly calm. "What will you do now? Either give yourself to me—pledge your loyalty, swear to serve me—or I kill everyone in this room. Slowly. Painfully. Starting with him."

He gestured toward Mattheo, whose defiance seemed to waver for a brief second.

My breath hitched. The world spun around me.

Mattheo's POV

Every inch of my body screamed in pain, but none of it mattered. Not compared to the agony of watching Y/N kneel before my father, her face pale and eyes filled with fear. This was all my fault. She'd warned me. She had begged me to stay away, to break free from his grip.