Surviving Fate // Mattheo Riddle ♣️

Chapter Four - Potter

"He really said that?" Mattheo asked me.

He was sat on the edge of our bed, face turned from me. I had returned to my room after visiting Ollivander in the basement and found him there waiting for me. I stood at the door as I told him what Voldemort had said to me.

"Yeah," I breathed. "Real dad of the year."

Riddle let out a scoff, shaking his head. "It doesn't matter."

Taking a breath, I moved towards the bed, bringing my knees up as I shuffled across it to sit on the sheets behind him. I let my arms fall around his shoulders, turning my head so that I could see the side of his face.

"He's your father Mattheo."

"He's a monster," my boyfriend replied spitefully and I watched as his jaw tensed at the words, eyes firm.

"You're not him," I reminded the man in front of me.

"How do you know that?" he questioned, turning his eyes to watch me as he spoke. "How do you know I won't turn into him?"

I shook my head harshly. "You won't."

"His blood runs through my veins Lyra."

"And my mother's runs through mine but you don't see me turning her into a snake and trying to kill my daughter," I added.

"You don't have a daughter," he tried, fighting off a sad smile.

"You get the point Riddle," I shot back gently. "We're not our parents."

He swallowed. "He doesn't want me. My mother doesn't want me."

"I want you," I reminded him, taking his face in my hands to turn the boy towards me. He moved his arms around my waist, holding my against him as I continued. "I want you Mattheo Riddle. I want you more than the sun wants to set before the moon. I want you more than your father wants that stupid wand," I paused, eyes flicking to my boot for a moment. I still hadn't hidden it. "I want you more than every star in the sky."

He smiled, leaning forward to rest his forehead on mine. "I love you," he told me.

"Say it again."

"I... love... you..." he repeated, dragging out each of the words.

"And I love you," I replied, taking his face away from mine for a moment to match his gaze. "Don't you ever forget that."

His smile fell, hand tightening on my waist. "Your nose is bleeding."

Taking my hand from his face, I checked for myself. I hadn't even noticed. Quickly moving off the bed, I turned for the bathroom. "Let me just get a tissue."

He didn't answer as I entered through the door. Shutting it behind me, I felt my head begin to throb. When I closed my eyes, I watched as the Obscurus thrashed against the chains she was bound in, her scream echoing through my mind.

Opening my eyes, I took the wand from my boot, quickly placing it in one of the lower cabinets of the room. It was a stupid place to hide it, but I would rather Mattheo discover it while taking a shower than one of the Death Eaters happening across it in my room.

"Lyra?" Mattheo's voice called. "Are you alright?"

I turned quickly. Too quickly. The room spun around me and I grasped onto the sink in order to keep myself upright. "Peachy," I called back.

Taking deep breaths, I looked up into the mirror. The eye that was gold was glowing brighter than it usually did and the one that had stayed my father's grey was turning. It was morphing to match the other eye.