The moment I entered my room I closed the door and slid down to the floor. I bit my lip hard to the point I tasted the metallic taste of blood. I tuck my hair behind my ears before pulling my lighter out again. I lifted my skirt up and pressed the flames against my bruise. It hurt, hurt real bad. But in a way it felt good. I forgot the pain I was feeling before. I dropped the light as the last few tears dropped and my numbness hit me. I looked at my bruise and I had burn my skin to the point it was bleeding. I got ignoring the pain and walked to my drawer pulling out my fentanyl that I had bought from Draco earlier. I put a little in my mouth and the euphoric feeling hit me so quickly, flash ain't fast enough. I fell back on my bed enjoying the feeling and forgetting the pain. I close my eyes slowly drifting away into my wild imaginations.
(Few hours later)
My eyes remained close as I was asleep, but at the same time aware of everything. But I wake up completely once I felt my body shift completely to a different place. I was no longer on my bed, I was on a cold floor. The floor of Spellman Manor.
'Shit' I said to myself closing my eyes before opening them again. I glared as I saw Mattheo walk from behind me to where everyone else was. At this point I have a long hate streak for him. Voldemort stayed on his throne while Mattheo and Draco stood on his left and on the right stood Lucian, Umbrigde, Snape and him. I got up awkwardly at I fixed my skirt. I looked down to see a trail of blood that went from my thigh to my calf.
"You have failed me!" Voldemort spat me. "You have failed you accomplish a simple task, and you are now no longer eligible to become a death eater" yea, cause I really wanna be a death eater. I kept my head down biting my tongue from stopping myself from saying anything stupid.
"If it weren't for Mister Malfoy, We would have never gone anywhere" he said as my eyes meet Draco's for a second and he shared a concerned look. No one knew what was about to happen.
"Maybe you aren't taking this seriously because aren't one of us. There is no point killing you and obviously Umbrigde had torture you enough right?" he said getting of his throne or whatever it was.
"Give me your hand" he demanded. I inhaled deeply knowing what was about to happen. Tear formed my eyes again, I didn't want this. I feared it the more than many things. I hated how I was easily being turned into a monster. I nodded no.
"HAND!" he shouted cause me flinch. I looked down slowly handing my hand out. His cold long fingers wrapped around my wrist as he place the tip of his wand on my hand.
Mattheo POV
I never wanted to be a death eater. But it was hard watching her go through the same thing. I couldn't watch and it took everything in me to get her out of here. But I couldn't. Some of us kids don't have a lot of choices. I hurt me so much seeing tears roll down her face fight for her own rights. It hurt more not being able to do anything. He pressed the wand into her hand and muttered the word of the spell. I watched as her fist clenched and she closed her eyes tightening her jaw. I remember the pain, it was painful enough to pass out. And the pain would only increase. Heavy breathing escaped her mouth and slowly turned into uncomfortable grunts. His muttering only got louder and that's when the pain hits you bad. She screamed out of pain, I could see her knees giving out.
Malfoy shifted uncomfortably beside me as I fought back whatever feeling I felt from seeing he in pain. I was brought back to my thoughts as I saw my father walk away with the other adults out of the room. Once they were out of site Draco ran to Aurora.
"Ellie" he said out wrapping her arms around her as she stayed on the ground exhausted from the pain. I walked up to them.
"Why is her arm bleeding?" Malfoy asked me.
"Cause she was trying to fight it" I simply said, but I was shocked she was strong enough to fight the curse. There were some things she did that didn't make sense. Especially that time in the quidditch field. I looked at her as her eyes closed, she had passed out.
"I'll take her" I said calmly bending over and trying to take but but Malfoy gripped on to her tighter.
"I don't want her hurt any more than you Malfoy" I stated reassuring him. He finally gave in and I took her. I carried her all the way to the attic, my favorite and a place she liked.
She had out for a while, about two hours. I'd occasionally look at her, just checking up on her, and proceeded with my book. I look up from my book once I hear the heavy breath. She fist clenched on as her eyebrows frowned. She whispered a few stuff but I couldn't hear her. I thought I'd let it pass but it was getting worse. i place my hand on her thigh but then I felt something, it was dry blood. A long trail of blood. I didn't want to lift her, because that was rude obviously, so I shrugged it off and shook her shoulders.
"Aurora wake up!" I said loudly, but I wasn't shouting. I mentally slapped myself for calling her that. I don't know why, one day I just went from Spellman to that name.
"Wake up!" I said again and she shot up with her eyes opened breathing heavily. He she fell back into the couch as a few tears dropped from her eyes. It was like she was trying to get away from me, but I didn't do anything, right? Once she saw me, she calmed her breathing down and wiped her tears away. She went back to herself, a straight that is capable of killing. She looked around the room.
"I'm going back to Hogwarts" she said getting up.
"No, we we're instructed to stay for few days" I said getting a hold of her wrist while pulling her back down.
"A few days? I can't even spend a fucking minute when –" she cuts herself off.
"When what?" I questioned.
"I doesn't matter, I'm not voldy's little death eater so tell him to go fuck himself" she said about to get up but then she finally looked at her death eater mark covered in blood. "No" I heard her whisper. Her action changed again, it was a mix of hate and fear written all over her face.
"We don't have a choice" I stated looking down. I just realized I was still holding her hand, and she just did to. She yanked her hand and got frustrated. She walked back and forth running her hands through her hair.
"So this means I have to live here now?" she asked with a frown, now only fear took over her.
"Most of the time" I said disappointedly turning to her. She leaned against the glass and slide down to the ground hugging her knees. I got up and walked over to her with my hands in my pocket, as much as I hate seeing her this way, I had to convince it was the only choice so it will make it living her more bearable.
"Just as I thought it all ended it come up again and I hate it, I fucking hate it" she pours out, her voice filled with hate and sadness.
"We don't have a choice, we're stuck" I tell her, but it isn't something she doesn't know. She leans her head her head on glass.
"But you and I can survive this, together" I say sitting next to her. She let out a small laugh.
"You want to work with me?" she questions.
"Over time I have learnt you are bearable"
"Wait! Is Mattheo Britney spears Riddle grow soft on me?" she question dramatically. But the truth was, I was. I'm not even going to try and I hide it. I was turning soft on her. And this feeling is so arcane but I love it, and I don't want it to stop, ever.
"Maybe" I answer.
"I guess if I'm staying here I have to clean my room" she mentions after a few moments of silence, I decided to shoot my shot.
"I can help you?" I suggested.
"Can you paint walls?" she asked me.
"Yeah maybe" I mean it can't be that hard right?
"Then sure, you can help me" she said getting up. I was starting to like this.
"Oh and can I borrow a hoodie from u?" she asked.
"Yeah sure" I responded and I couldn't help but stupidly smile. We both walked down the stair and the blood on her leg was really disturbing me. It kinda bothered me a lot she was hurting herself. I stop staring at her leg once we made it to my room. Her room the opposite to mine. She walks in and I walk in after her. He takes a seat on my bead medaling with her rings while I got get a hoodie like she asked. I threw it to her she caught while walking towards the washroom. Honestly everything she did was just flawless. She walks in a shuts the door behind her.
A few minutes later she walks out with my hoodie and short tights she probably wore under her skirt, and now there was no longer any blood on her leg or hand. Her hair was the way it always was. She had beautiful black wavy hair and did I mention the cute freckles. Enough simping Riddle.
"So let's go to hogsmeade?" she asked.
"Uh –yeah, sure" I said as I took my wand and walked out the door with her following me.
"So do we have curfews and shit or we sneaking out?"
"Our fathers are too busy to give a fuck about us at this time anyways" I simply answered. "But if we were told to stay in the manor, we are to stay here".
"So in conclusion we're sneaking out" she said with a smile. Honestly fuck the Northern lights or whatever, her smile was the prettiest thing in the world, to me at least. And we exchanged small talk we walk down the hall way and once we reached the end I held my hand out and she took and we apperated to hogmeade. Thank god my palms weren't sweaty. She walked ahead of with her hands in her pockets. She got stares from the creepy men but she didn't give a fuck, sadly it disgusted me how they looked at me. We first walk into a painting store first. A few minutes later we come out with a two buckets of pure black paint and paint rollers, which she made me carry but I was okay with.
We went to other shop, I ended up carrying most of the stuff anyways. Once we finished with the shopping we went to three broom sticks and I ordered hot chocolate. I don't think she cared but I liked how we both are addicted to hot chocolate.
"You really knew what stuff you needed huh?" I said keeping my mug down.
"I have good taste" she responded.
"Yes, buying everything plain black is amazing taste" I stated cause her to scoff but she laughed it off.
"I have never told anyone this, but I have always wanted to be a detective" she stated shyly.
"Well I'm honored" I say. "I lied before, I have always wanted to be a healer, or even a muggle doctor. Even a vet, I just want to help people"
"That's really cool" I says as she takes a sip from a hot chocolate.
"You're not mad I lied?" I questioned surprised.
"No I get it, there no point in ranting about what you went when you can't have it right?" she stated.
"I don't rant, you on the other" she looked at me like she was going to beat me up but I saw a smile form when she looked away.
"How old did u get it? Being the dark lord's son and all" she asked me.
"I was 10" and she looked away zoning out.
"Do your tattoos have meanings?" I ask her genuinely curious about her tattoos.
"In a way" she replied blandly. I decided not to push further on the tattoos.
"Spellman what the fuck!" I yelled at her as she splashed black paint on my white shirt. She laughs getting away with a brush that had pain on it. We were painting the walls black but she just declared war. I took my brush and splashed paint on her.
"Jokes on you, this is yours" she giggled. It was cute but cheeky at the same time. I grabbed her hand but she tried to yank it off. I don't really know what happened but I tripped over something and pulled her with me. She fell on of me, still laughing. I couldn't help but smile and let out a small chuckle. But the cheeky bastard took paint with her finger and put it on my nose and she got off.
"I'm gonna kill you" I said getting up but I went back to the wall.
"Ok you finished the wall while I clean the windows" she so demanding. I couldn't help but glance when she bend down to clean the glass, she had a nice ass. But I stopped myself because it was rude to stare. After about little over an hour we were both done with what we were doing. We both just fell on the brand new black sofa she just bought, don't ask me where she got the money, I even I question it.
"Do you want me to make the bed" I asked her.
"Sure, I'll go up to the attic to get a few stuff yeah" she said walking out the door. I opened the box with the bedding and well as predicted it was all black. As I began to make her bed she walks in struggling to push a box.
"Need help?" I asked.
"Nah I'm good" she struggle to say as she pushed the boxes. She kneeled by the boxes and pulled out a bunch of canvas.
"Those yours?" I questioned leaning against the bed post.
"No" she said quietly while examining the canvas. "There my mother's and I want these over the walls" I walk over the get the hammer and nails. As I get to the ladder she speaks,
"I want to do em" she said.
"Sure, but don't fall"
"Aww, Riddle cares." She said dramatically.
I sit on her couch reading my comic while she did the work. I'd glance time to time to make sure she was doing the right things. I don't think I have ever cared for anyone this way, it was weird. She jumps down from the ladder.
"Ok, now I'm ready to live here" she exclaimed happily. I loved seeing her happy.
Our moment was interrupt by a knock on the door.