Riddle Me - Mattheo x Reader

Worst-Case Scenario

He kept his hands up in surrender. 'Barty.' I said. 

'Don't call me by my first name like that you disgusting little-'

'I don't think you want to say that,' I said glancing down at the wand I tightened my grip around. 

'Ok, ok. Stop.'

'How about you tell me a few things?' I said maliciously. Barty nodded vigorously, his eyes fixated on his wand. 'Take a seat Barty.' I smiled, placing myself on Professor Moody's chair.

'Now. What have you done to Moody?'

'HAH! You stupid girl! I AM Moody. I have been using Polyjuice Potion-' he slapped his mouth and his sudden air of pride evaporated into fear. 'Oh no. Oh no no no-no. I shouldn't have said that. LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO YOU-'

'Sh sh sh.' I bent the wand slightly.

'NO NO STOP I'LL SPEAK!' he sat down. 'I've been using Polyjuice Potion since the start of the year, and I'm doing this for The Dark Lord to kidnap... Harry Potter.' he spat out the name like it tasted foul. 

'Good. Now, where is Mattheo?'

'Who? Oh, that I do not know.'

I bent the wand even more and I could feel a slight crack in the rough wood. 'STOP!' he yelled, 'I'LL TELL YOU. I'LL TELL YOU. He's in the Malfoy Manor. He won't make it out alive. The Dark Lord is furious. Furious I tell you.'

The Malfoy Manor? In my house... 'Good job. See? That wasn't that hard, now was it? Now, you wait here like a sweet and I'll be back in a bit.' I smiled sweetly. 

'HEY, MY WA-'

'Nuh-uh. You wait here patiently, and your wand will come back in one piece.' I stood up, and walked past him, as he fiddled with his fingers. 

I magically locked the door and sprinted to Dumbledore's office where I was almost an hour ago. Past the goblins and up the spiral staircase. 'Come in.' a voice said, and I walked in. But Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen. 'She fell for it,' a voice sneered and laughed. Phineas Nigellus. The other portraits laughed. 

'Very funny. If you weren't a portrait or the ex-headmaster I would've strangled you.' I scoffed and left -  with Phineas endlessly complaining about my insolence in the back. 

McGonagall. As much as I wanted to tell Snape, I knew he wasn't going to help, he was on The Dark Lord's side. I was forbidden from telling anyone that too. McGonagall never showed any inclination towards me, very much like every single other teacher at hogwarts. But, there was something about her that made me trust her. Another reason I had to go to her is because Harry and McGonagall actually got along very well, and Harry would've never gotten into the Quidditch Team in first year, without her help too.

knockknockknock

'Come in.' her old, sharp voice answered. 'Yes? Miss Malfoy.'

'Hello, Professor. I have a problem sitting in Professor Moody's office.'

'Well, ask Professor Moody for help.' she said, waving me off as she drew her attention back to what seemed like a letter. 

'See, that's the thing. The problem IS Professor Moody, well, kind of.' Worst-case scenarios were forming in my head. I was growing restless, even though I had his wand, there was no guarantee he would make a run for it or somehow find a spare bottle of Polyjuice Potion sitting in a small cupboard. 'Please, it's urgent.' Even though I tried to keep my voice professional, I still had a strain of urgency and impatience in my voice. Professor McGonagall seemed to have picked it up and we were off to get to Barty.

***

'So, what seems to be the problem?' she asked as she picked up her pace while grabbing her hat with her left hand. 'Is Professor Moody okay?'

'See, uhm. Barty Crouch Jr. has been pretending to be Professor Moody on behalf of the Dark Lord to murder Harry during the third challenge. I have his wand and that's why he's waiting in Professor's office. I don't know where the REAL Alastor Moody is but I presume he's locked up in some creepy cell at the bottom of my house. Oh and, Mattheo is currently being held captive in my house by the Dark Lord for sharing too much information.' I finished, struggling to keep up with the Professor's astonishing pace. 

'Excuse me? Miss Malfoy, I hope this isn't some joke.' she said, turning sharply into Professor Moody's office. There was a strong stench of liquor I hadn't noticed before. Moody's electric blue eye was still whizzing about on the floor, and Moody's coat was lying limp on the floor. 

But, Barty was nowhere to be seen. He was on the run. My worst-case scenarios were coming to life.