💫Darke💫 Magic

~13~

It's been 2 months now. Me and Riddle only talk when we have to. Draco is my best friend. Everything isn't horrible, but it's not amazing.

"You'll be brewing Amortia," Snape announces, "with a partner of my choosing."

I sigh. He's probably gonna pair me with Parkinson or something.

"Parkinson and Zabini," Snape starts, "Malfoy and Langdon. Darke and Riddle,"

My heart drops. I've decided that whatever I felt for Riddle, it wasn't love. He was sweet, but it was fake. I loved who he pretended to be.

Mattheo's POV:

"She's become a distraction," father says, "you've taken this task too far. End it,"

I have grown fond of Darke. But not fond enough to erase her out of my life. She's pathetic. Weak. I don't need anyone weak in my life right now.

"But keep her alive. She has what we call, 'The Phoenix bond'," He continues.

"What's that?" I ask.

He smiles, "the power to control fire,"

Raiden's POV:

Riddle comes and sits next to me, an emotionless look on his face. "Do you have your book?" He asks, looking up at me.

"Yeah," I state.

"Also," He continues, "my father wants to speak with you. After this class. I'll take you there,"

I thought that was gonna be an apology. Stupid of me.

"Ok," I say plainly, writing down the ingredients.

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My anxiety almost doubles as we apperate to the Malfoy manor, where apparently, Voldemort and Mattheo are staying. Riddle says nothing, leaving me there, alone.

I knock on the door and I'm rushed in and taken to a room. "Hello," a raspy voice says, I turn and see the dark lord himself.

"You need me?" I ask.

"Ever heard of the Phoenix bond?" He asks, an evil smirk growing on his lips.

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I shake my head. "That's not me, I've never been able to control fire before." I shrug.

My father walks in and my soul drops. No. "Do it," The dark lord speaks.

I feel it first, in my throat, but it moves to my hand. The crutatius curse. "Try, girl!" Voldemort orders.

I direct my palms toward my father as more and more pain takes over my body. I feel an odd spell spill out of my mouth as flames tackle my father to the ground. I stand as the curse lightens away from me. His skin simply melts away.

"Asshole," I mutter as he screams. The screams fill the house, but it doesn't bother me. I kinda like it. I want him to scream more. I direct all of my energy toward the git in front of me until his screams fade away and I feel his heart stop under my flames.

I close my hands and straighten myself. "I think I have the right girl," Voldemort smiles, "welcome to the dark side,"

A smirk grows on my face. "What's the catch?" I ask.

"There isn't one," He says, offering his hand to shake, I accept.

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Mattheo means nothing to me anymore. I don't care about him. If I do, it's hate. Yet, he seems to be everywhere.

"Have fun?" Riddle asks as I enter the common room. He has a joint in his hand.

"Tons," I say sarcastically.

"Joy. Did he give you a task?" He asks.

"As if you'd care, asshole," I cock my head back.

Pansy dashes in, wrapping her hands around Mattheo's neck. "Hey, Pansy?" I ask.

She glares at me and I just smile. "Riddle was snogging Astoria," I lie plainly.

Mattheo glares at me. "Have fun," I say chipperly, walking into my dorm.

I shut the door and fall back onto my bed. This year is going to be good.