Irreconcilable~Mattheo Riddle

Year 4:Mattheo Part 3

song: Trouble-Elvis Presley

"Mattheo, did you kill Barty Crouch Snr.?" asked Dumbledore calmly..

I glare at him before shaking my head, "What would I gain from that?" I look over to Snape who is lurking at the other end of the room.

"Severus, veritaserum please," he adjusts his spectacles and I have the overwhelming urge to snap them in two.'

Snape is scuffling about to search for the serum. I am filled with indignation towards him and his cowardly demeanor.

"I told you it was Barty Crouch Jnr. and I TOLD you what was going to happen this year!" I step closer to Dumbledore, and see Snape shift uncomfortably.

"YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING  TO HELP THE POTTERS," I take another step closer, losing composure quickly, and not willing to get it back.

I have watched Barty use an unforgivable curse on every student in class, and Dumbledore did nothing. I have watched the only person I have ever cared for fall in love with a GINGER, and I did NOTHING about it. Dumbledore is playing right into Voldemort's hands and he is too much of a fool to see it.

"Mattheo, the same words can be expressed in a much softer tone," he says, this time looking for a treat in his sweet bowl.

"Reducto!" I watch as the bowl explodes and Snape rushes towards me, but Dumbledore simply shoos him back.

"Listen to me!" I shout, "You have proved yourself unworthy of furthering my cause to stop my father from harming this school and its students, and now someone is dead..." I sigh, and clench my fist, nails digging into my flesh," BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"So much hatred," he tuts,  and it is his only response. I finally take one more step closer and am almost entirely in his space, "Please tell me, Mr. Riddle, what do you hate so much that causes such an unkind response?"

"You want to know what I hate?" I say tilting my head ever so slightly, absolute anger implanting itself in my bones.

"Please inform me, Mr.Riddle," this time he looks me in my eyes and sighs. I know I should stop. I should stop forcing myself in these situations, but I cannot help it.

I have so little worth fighting for, I take it out on anyone else. Everyone hears me but no one listens, I feel as if whatever I do is lost in translation. I mean to do good, I try to do good, but it is all canceled out by my mere name. A name... one I did not ask for, one I wish I could end, and it would be easy, a simple step off the astronomy tower would put an end to this god-forsaken bloodline. 

I have thought about it after every argument, after every snarky remark. I sit up there sometimes and remind myself that everything they say is true, I am a murderer, I am selfish and biased, and a horrible person. But if I end it all now, who will protect her? Dumbledore wanted Harry to save her from the Black Lake in the second task and I had to convince him not to. They planned on drowning her, Barty told me so beforehand. They were hoping to kill the spare. 

I don't trust anyone else protecting her, so I stay.

I lean in closer to Dumbledore before answering, "People like you...fucking hate people like you."

Just like that, I walk out of the office, it's already late and the castle is only receiving light from the few fire-lit torches.

I am slammed against the wall.

"What were you doing in Dumbledore's office?" asks the fake Professor Moody, who is holding me up by the collar.

I push back forcefully, causing him to stumble, we both draw our wands on one another. Remembering the name I so hate, I automatically have a higher ranking than him, so I use my wand to flick his away.

"A man dies, naturally I'm the first suspect," I say, realizing that it is not even a lie, people truly see me as that bad.

He reluctantly picks his wand up from the floor, but I kick it away further before he gets a chance to grab it.

"Your father will be pleased to hear that you are living up to your name," he chuckles before taking a swig from the polyjuice potion and finally retrieving his wand.

"So, what is the plan for the third task," I question, readjusting my uniform. I look around to make sure no one is around.

"The Dark Lord wants her dead, she's a loose end."

I nod, desperately trying to hide the panic brewing inside of me. I am thankful that the castle is dark, hiding the emotion I am wearing on my face.

"The graveyard I assume?" knowing about the portkey and trying to identify how they plan on getting both Potter twins there.

"We were hoping to somehow get her there, a certain someone could bring her to us," he licks his lips as if we were some sort of reptile, "Draco maybe?"

I freeze. As much as I care for Draco, he will not hesitate to do whatever the death eaters ask of him. I do not trust that he will take care of her. I do not trust that he will do the right thing.

I shake my head, figuring out ways to get out of this, "Draco is incompetent," 

Barty Crouch Jnr. is waiting, and I lean against the wall, arms folded across my chest. I am considering my options. If I fail then the worst that can happen is I get punished, as I was in my third year, at least she will be safe. If I leave it to one of the others, they will end up killing her.

"I'll do it"