„Oh, my dear..." (Mattheo Riddle ff)

how to kill...

P.T.

I had spent countless hours thinking this plan over and over again. I though about every little detail, every little thing that could make our chance of survival just one precent higher. It was a good plan. But the second I gave the signal, I already regretted ever having the idea.

Tom looked down at me with a hint of amusement, as I corrected him, regarding my last name.  

But the moment I glanced over at Professor Snape, his eyes narrowed dangerously. 

Snape stood up, wand in hand.

Immediately, Tom grabbed my left wrist. 

He knew. 

Snape fired the first curse at him, but Tom dodged quickly. 

Yelling and shouting erupted in the great hall, growing insanely loud in less than a second. Spells and curses were thrown around chaotically. 

The room exploded.

Just as I tried to pull out my wand and lift it to Tom's chest, his grip on my wrist loosened suddenly and he vanished. He just vanished, into nothing. 

„Penny!" Blaise called out, roughly pulling me into his side. Another curse hit the wall, just were my head had been the moment before. Looking up, we saw Bellatrix jumping onto the table, looking like an absolute fury. 

„Expulso!"

My curse flew, shattering against the stone wall. Shouts erupted. Wands flashed. Chaos descended like a storm breaking free of its chains.

Mattheo was up in a matter of seconds, moving with a kind of fury that could tear the world apart. One flick of his wand, and a Death Eater was down. Just like that.

Damn. I hadn't expected him to be this brutal. But it was hot. 

One down.

Theodore turned on his uncle, his spells laced with something that felt like years of resentment. Mr Nott fought back, but it was no use.

Two  down. 

Draco and Blaise fought like demons let loose, brutal and unforgiving now that their mothers weren't in the room anymore. And Snape... Snape was a specter in the chaos, moving with deadly precision.

Four down. 

The five deatheaters we had put under the imperius during the dinner already were visibly struggling. While we had to fight not to die ourselves, our control over their minds slowly slipped. 

Tom was gone. Not completely, I could feel his lingering presence still in Malfoy Manor. Just not in the room. He wasn't the person to just escape and flee after being betrayed like this. 

Suddenly, Snape was backed up against the wall. Bellatrix had him cornered, her hysterical giggle even audible over the immense noise in the great hall. I ducked under another curse coming from Marcus or Mr Malfoy. Suddenly, Theo was behind me, throwing the curse right back at them. Marcus fell.

Five down.

His face was bloody, but I'm not sure it was his. I gave him a hectic nod of thanks, before running over to Bellatrix and Snape. 

In the middle of the hall, I was suddenly stopped by a massive figure blocking my way. 

My father. 

I froze. 

He stared down at me, angrier than I had ever seen him before. 

Neither of us moved, while the battle around us continued.