Mattheo Riddle (professor) x Geneva potter (you)
(DISCONTINUED. a new story)
Geneva potter the sister of Harry Potter she attended Hogwarts she was normal and had a normal life.
Until the Dark Lords son is the new D.A.D.A teacher.
It starts out a...
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"i am real and you are not" —mary
1.3.17 It was midnight now tuesday, waking up from a deep sleep, my vision foggy, rubbing my eyes so that i could see clearly
i reached over to the night stand and found the lamp, turning it on, the moons glow only lighting up the other half of the hospital wing mixing in with the inky darkness
sitting up, my eyes traveled to my other side, "holy fuck!" i yelped, my heart racing
"mattheo..." "it's riddle" he rolled his eyes, forearms propped up on his leg
"i need to talk to—" "i know" "how ?" "because i needed to talk to you, Geneva" his eyes meeting mine, disastrous eyes prying into mine
"speak then" i said firmly, my fingers moving hair behind my ears and out of my face, still in my clothes from the incident, with rolled gauze wrapped around my stomach, covering the wound
my blouse turned into a faint ruby color that was half ripped up, my skirt was changed into black silk shorts
he examined me first before speaking taking in my figure
his eyes met mine once again, still sending that same feeling
"the other day when i 'saved' you" gesturing quotation marks "i didn't really save you, in the end i still will be the one to end your life potter" he said in a true earnest tone
his eyes not moving away from mine. so i knew for a fact that he meant it. i know someone like him, is to late to save, or is it ?
he went on "and you know it bothers me that i can't read your mind" he let out a huff his fingertips massaging his temples
"i won't kill you until i find out why." "what about the grindelwalds—" "don't worry i'm going to kill them too" he chuckled
"mattheo i know you—"
"you don't know me potter, you barely know anything about me" he snapped at me, scowling
"i know you were once good, once felt love" i said in a soft tone, pressing my pale lips together
"yes you know that... but that was a long time ago." he paused then continued "it's better this way anyhow"
i sighed, i'll try sometime later, at the moment i want to know what he carved on my stomach
"do you know what he carved on my belly ?" i asked him, my voice faintly trembling, the pain still stabbing itself in my figure since the numbing went away
"let's unwrap it and see" he said, getting up off the bed next to me, "lift up a bit" he said softly
his hands reaching under my back, i felt him start to unwrap it, my elbows straddling me so he could unwrap it
blood stained the colorless large wrap
he laid it on the other bed, looking down at my stomach his face twisted into at appalling look
he placed a finger on one of the cuts, and started to trace the word he carved onto my belly
he met my gaze, stopping in the middle of my stomach
