Yvonne Wyllt's ,decendant of the most powerful wizards,story begins at Hogwarts on her 6th year a new boy joins,Mattheo Riddle.
Mattheo and Yvonne have a love hate relationship but are willing to do anything for eachother even if it meant bringing...
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YVONNE'S POV
The castle was unusually quiet as I made my way back to the Slytherin dorms, my heart still pounding from my conversation with Mattheo. I knew him too well—he said he'd let me help, but I also knew he'd do everything in his power to shield me from danger.
I had barely stepped into the common room when I was ambushed by Pansy and Astra, both of them fixing me with knowing stares.
"Well?" Pansy smirked, folding her arms.
I sighed. "Well, what?"
Astra rolled her eyes. "Don't act dumb, Yvonne. You went to talk to Mattheo, didn't you?"
Draco, lounging on one of the emerald-green sofas, smirked. "And I'm assuming you survived?"
I flushed. "Obviously."
"Did he threaten to murder Potter again?" Blaise asked lazily from where he was stretched out beside Draco.
"Of course," I muttered, making them all laugh.
Regulus, who had been reading in the corner, finally glanced up. "And you think he'll actually let you go through with this plan?"
I hesitated before answering. "He'll try to protect me. But he also knows I won't back down."
Draco snorted. "You say that now, but we both know Mattheo is going to do whatever it takes to keep you out of harm's way."
I knew he was right. But I also knew Mattheo couldn't control everything.
Astra leaned against Theodore, who had his arm casually slung around her shoulders. "So when are we meeting Potter and the others?"
"In a few days," I said. "We need to time it perfectly. If anyone catches us sneaking out, it's over."
Regulus sighed. "Then we better not get caught."
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The days leading up to our escape plan were tense. I could feel the weight of Mattheo's gaze every time I was near him, his protectiveness coiling around me like a shadow. He wouldn't say it, but I knew he was struggling with the idea of me being in danger.
"Are you sure about this?" he murmured one night, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist as we lay tangled together in his bed.
"Yes," I whispered. "Are you?"
His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back. "I don't have a choice. You're too damn stubborn."
I smiled slightly. "You love me for it."
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Unfortunately."
I tilted my head up, brushing my lips against his jaw. "You'll be with me the whole time. I won't be alone."
