Bound By Blood.

ch.78~Easily.

"I'm not giving up on you so easily. 

Not when you're the reason I'm even still here. 

Theres no walking away.

Not from you."

Recovered Translated Correspondents between Death Eater Mattheo Riddle, to Order Member Alexandra Brooks, 2004.

Riddle Manor, 2003.

Mattheo.

The second I landed in the foyer of the manor, and I heard Theo's stupid whining about his groin and nose, I had just about had it. 

And now, she wasn't here, so I didn't have to go easy on him. 

He causally tried to limp past me, with a stupid fucking limp, where he was met with my leg instead, once more falling to the floor. 

Theo groaned on the floor, cradling his side where I had just planted my boot. He looked up at me, his face a mask of pain and regret, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

I stepped closer, looming over him. "You kissed your knuckles before you hit her?" I sneered, delivering a swift kick to his ribs.

He winced but managed to choke out a laugh.

"Come on, Matt," he said, trying to catch his breath. "I did it for a reason. You know that."

"Do I?" I asked, arcing an eyebrow. "What reason could possibly justify you laying hands on her?"

He shifted uncomfortably on the floor, "You know Potter would've noticed—"

"Oh, spare me," I interrupted, knowing he was correct.

I turned to walk away, but paused when the urge to remind him of the boundary he'd crossed surged through me. 

I turned to walk away, but paused when the urge to remind him of the boundary he'd crossed surged through me. I pivoted back, bending down to his level.

"If you ever look her way again, let alone touch her," I whispered, my voice low and dangerous, "I won't hesitate. You'll wish the ground had swallowed you whole."

He looked up, the defiance in his eyes flickering like a candle in the wind.

I straightened, the weight of my warning hanging heavy in the air. 

I walked through the echoing halls of the manor, the sense of tension clung to me like a shroud. 

My thoughts raced, flickering between her and Theo's fucking "brilliant" actions. 

Just as I rounded a corner, Draco appeared, leaning against the wall with an eyebrow cocked.

"How'd it go for you?" I muttered, with all intent on continuing my walk.  

"Besides a fight with Weasley, it was mostly quite." he remarked, a mix of sarcasm and genuine curiosity lacing his tone.

"You?" he asked, a knowing glint in his eyes.

I swallowed, forcing Alexandra's name deep down. 

"Nothing much—a fight with the youngest Weasley and nothing else. Quite." I replied dismissively, sidestepping him.