Annabelle is finally happy, in a relationship with Remus J. Lupin. But everything goes down hill when her identity is revealed. How will Remus feel when he finds out that his girlfriend was lying to him.
How would Sirius feel when he sees the girl o...
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"Love is complicated." - Joe Goldberg.
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Anna finds herself alone in the Room of Requirement, her gaze staring dead-eyed at a single piece of paper, a list. Anna grasps mindlessly at a seat behind her and she sits down, reading over and over again at the well written passage. Filled with pen marks as they corrected the list over and over again, showing her that this was well planned out.
The paper began to tear under her hard grip, her eyes unblinking and wild as anger coursed in her chest.
How dare he.
It's all that rang in her head as she repeated the words.
The blonde came across the paper one morning when she was getting ready for a date with Remus, she was looking forward to it, but then Riddle swooped in and dropped the letter at her feet.
It was sent out without a return address, without a name, but Anna knew exactly who sent it. The penmanship was perfect and familiar, each loop of a letter was another stab to the chest.
Mattheo was her son.
But she wasn't pregnant at the time, and it was impossible, the boy was only 18. None of it was adding up. But the evidence was there, Mattheo's medical records.
....
Past.
A dark silhouette stood outside of a deteriorating manor, greenery covered the walls, the woods practically swallowing the towering walls. It was unkempt for years, almost abandoned.
The dark gaze of the dark lord peered past the gates waiting. But nothing comes. Slowly he raises his wand, and with a shriek, the gates fly open, slamming harshly against the molded walls.
The wind around him moved, causing the trees to rustle with anxiety. Tom Riddle made his way up the familiar steps of Grindelwald manor, the wards around them struggling to push him back, but the soft blue glow silently snapped, creating a rush of wind to hit the wildlife around them.
Riddle keeps his wand raised, ready to combat any threats, even if Grindelwald is imprisoned. He finally finds himself facing the wooden door of Anna's bedroom. Slowly the wizard lowers his wand, bringing his other hand to touch the decaying wood.
Tom felt his heartbeat at his fingertips.
Years of gathering power, all of it just for this moment.
Tom finally grips the antique door nob, forcing the rusted nob to turn. The door slowly opens with a soft creak.
Tom steps into the bedroom. Everything was still intact, nothing was old or rotten, it was as if Anna was still awake to clean the room, something she was obsessed with doing. Riddle makes his way to Anna's bed, his heart pounding and his steps stuttering as he sees her sleeping form. He takes in the movement of her chest as it rises and falls.
Tom falls to his knees beside her, staring at her pale face, the color was completely drained from her skin. Tom brings a hand up and he gently caresses the side of her face. "Anna," Tom whispers, he spent years without her, dreaming of memories that were slowly fading black. If he didn't have her picture on him, he feared he might've forgotten her face. A rush of emotions hit his chest like a freight train, forcing him to close his eyes to stabilize them.
"She won't wake." A voice speaks
Tom's head snaps up and he finds an aging Queenie Goldstein, she looked exhausted. "Even for the Dark Lord," Queenie states, she knows the power the boy holds, but he's nothing compared to Grindelwald's power.
"We'll see about that." Tom hisses, standing and whipping out his wand, pointing it down onto Anna's form, a gush of wind rushing from underneath him, pushing everything around him.
It felt like hours as he pushed his power into Anna, but everything he did was wasted as the spell fought back. It only caused Anna to pale even more.
Tom stared at her in disgust. "You're pathetic." Tom scoffs
Even with his power, he was unable to wake her, he felt just as pathetic. Tom grabs something from his pocket, a syringe and a note. The Dark Lord opened the note first.
It was a list.
A list of supplies, for a spell.
The syringe was filled with a purple substance, it glowed in the dark room.
"W-What is that?" Queenie stutters
"Quiet." Tom hisses, glaring at the woman. Tom focused back at Anna. If he couldn't have her, he'd have the next best thing.
Tom raises Anna's shirt, fingers caressing her skin, finally, he slowly sticks the syringe into her stomach, muttering an incantation under his breath. This was dark magic, destructive magic. The room softly shook, causing Queenie to grab onto the bed, her eyes widening with fear.
Tom pulls the syringe away and he grabs two others, one with his blood and the other void of anything. First, he injects her with his blood and sings an incantation under his breath as he finally sticks the empty one into her womb, extracting blood.
"Tom? What are you doing to my daughter." Queenie asks
Tom finally stands, brushing his coat smoothly. "None of your concern, Goldstein. I'll be taking my leave. Take care of Anna, you know she means a great deal to me and if I hear that single hair is plucked from her beautiful head, I'll murder you in your sleep." Tom warns, eyes darkening.
....
The room was void of light as Riddle passed the threshold, his eyes moving across the tables, listening as the doctor made his way toward him. "Riddle, you're here." He breaths, his thin and long fingers reaching over to grab onto Toms's arm.
Tom looked disgusted as he pushed the old man off of him. "I brought the vial, can you get it done?" Tom asks
The old man swallows harshly, grabbing hold of the small vial, and staring at it as if it were gold. The blood and womb of Annabelle Grindelwald. The power he could have. But he knew ambition would get him killed.
"It can my Lord." The male promises, bowing his head.
Tom feels a cruel smirk form on his lips. "Perfect." He whispers he and Anna are going to have a daughter, a perfect little girl with perfect white locks like her mother. She'll be the spitting image of Anna.
It will be as if she never left.
....
A/N
So it's been revealed, I wonder how Anna will take it. She has a son. Do you think Mattheo knew?
