"He what?" She questioned, hoping that she wasn't hearing this right.
"He doesn't know." Mattheo repeated.
"And you didn't think to tell him?" She asked in disbelief.
"We didn't know either." He explained. "It was only when we got here that Narcissa told us that Voldemort wants us to find a third person."
"And when Theo's dad heard he was more than happy to volunteer him." Draco added with a lace anger.
Her confusion quickly turned to anger. How could you volunteer your own child to be a death eater.
"Voldemort is coming here...tomorrow to tell us exactly what to do." Mattheo said nervously as he avoided eye contact with the girl.
A heavy silence fell onto the three of them. Amy had a million thoughts racing through her mind but she couldn't think straight as she feared for Theo. She looked to the boys and saw Draco looking slightly confused but quickly covering it up.
"When will Theo be here?" She managed to ask.
"Next week." Mattheo answered. "He thinks he is just staying here for a while like he always does."
Amy felt her heart ache for Theo more every second. She couldn't process the idea of Theo being a death eater. "And there's nothing we can do?" She asked, but she already knew the answer.
"No." Mattheo replied emotionlessly. "Voldemort knows that it's me, Draco and Theo."
She looked to Draco and saw how he was also avoiding eye contact with her. She couldn't help but think that the two knew more than they were letting on.
"Amy he knew this would happen eventually." Mattheo said as an attempt to make her feel better.
"But it doesn't have to." She replied straight away. "If there was a way we could tell him and stop him from coming here and -"
"It's too late." He said calmly.
She was taken off guard by the lack of panic in Mattheo's voice. "How are you so calm about this? There's no going back after this." She asked frustratedly.
"Because I've always known what my life would look like." He snapped. "And so has Theo. And we tried for so long to keep you and Iris out of it and it's bad enough that you're here right now. Me and Theo knew this would happen one day, we just wished it wouldn't be this soon. But if it means that it would keep you guys safe and stop it happening to you, then we would do it any day. So please, just let us do this, for you and for Iris and Blaise and Enzo."
Amy didn't mean to look so shocked but she couldn't help it. Mattheo Riddle, the person everyone would cower in fear from had just confessed that everything he was doing was for his friends. Amy always knew he wasn't as scary as he was made out to be and he put on an act to hide his true feelings but she never thought that he would opening admit to it, especially infront of Draco Malfoy.
She could tell that he had shocked himself as he ran a hand through his hair and she saw he had a slight expression of regret before he turned away from the two.
His distressed cause Amy to feel a wave of guilt. He was going through enough anyway and didn't need her coming in shouting and questioning him.
"Shit, Mattheo I'm sorry." She said softly. "I'm just worried about you guys."
"It's better us than you." He answered, still not facing her.
After nearly 16 years of knowing him, Amy knew when Mattheo was pissed off and the bluntness and lack of eye contact was all she needed to know that he wanted her gone.
She walked back to the door and took once last look at both boys. Mattheo still had his back to her and Draco's eyes were not pulled away from the floor. She sighed and opened the door, walking out she made sure not to slam the door behind her.
She didn't get any sleep that night. She couldn't get Theo out of her head. Well, she never usually could anyway but this time it wasn't for a good reason. However, she also couldn't shake the thought of Mattheo and Draco not telling her everything.
She didn't know how long she spent overthinking every possible situation but before she knew it, sunlight was pouring through her window.
She sat up and rubbed her forehead as she could feel a headache coming on. She didn't know how long she stayed like that for but she wished it could have been forever. However, her somewhat peaceful moment was short-lived as there was a knock at her door.
She slowly looked up to see Narcissa walking towards her.
"Good morning Amy." She said softly.
"Morning." She replied, faking a small smile.
But it didn't seem to work and Narcissa straight away replied, "Are you feeling okay? You look like you haven't slept at all."
"Thanks." Amy laughed. "But you're right."
She could feel Narcissa eyes watching her sympathetically. She didn't want people feeling bad for her, there's nothing to feel bad about. They shouldn't be worrying about her, they should be worrying about Theo just like she is.
"It's all going to get easier." Narcissa said as she placed her hand on the back of her head and started brushing her hair with her fingers.
Amy avoided eye contact with her as she couldn't face her when she didn't believe her.
"But tonight," she added. "There will be a few people here during dinner so I can bring your food up and maybe some wine."
Amy looked up to see her smirking at her. "Wine?" She repeated raising her eyebrow.
"Well it's not going to be firewhiskey." She replied. "You lost that privilege at your mothers birthday party when you and Blaise stole three whole bottles and got you and the boys drunk in your third year."
Amy laughed at the memory. She ended up getting banned from any future parties.
"It was worth it." She smiled.
"Draco was rather jealous." Narcissa admitted.
The previous laughter faded into a feeling of sadness and Amy longed to go back in time when their only problem was being caught for drinking.
Narcissa must have also sensed the mood shift as she sighed and pulled her hand away. "Try and get some sleep." She said before walking out of the door and closing it softly behind her.
As soon as the door closed Amy laid back falling into her bed and rested her hands on her forehead.
She spent the whole day thinking of every possible outcome of Voldemort's visit tonight. She wanted to know what will be said. She knew Mattheo would tell her anyway but right now she wasn't sure if he was being a hundred percent honest to her. She knew that there was only one way to find out for sure.
She opened the doors of the large wardrobe in her room which held the clothes that were already here when she first arrived. It mainly consisted of dark dresses that were all different styles. She knew the dress code of these dinners as she would always see Narcissa in formal dresses.
She didn't want to make a huge effort in her appearance. Who was she trying to impress? The dark lord? So she pulled out the most simple one. It was a square black dress that reached her mid-thigh and had long sleeves.
She had stole a clock from Mattheo's room and it read 6:54. She threw on a pair of smallest heels and headed out of her room.
The main dining room was the only other place she had been in the Manor so she knew the way. The corridors seemed endless and it gave her way too much time to start doubting her decision but she knew she couldn't turn back.
She finally reached the grand dining room and luckily it was before Voldemort had arrived. However there were still plenty of Death Eaters scattered around the room in conversation.
She saw Mattheo and Draco talking to Narcissa and Lucius on the other side of the room and wasted no time in going straight over to them. Suddenly someone grabbed ahold of her wrist, it startled her but she turned around quickly to see who it was.
"Dad?" She asked, any panic she felt immediately disappeared.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, trying not to raise his voice.
Amy scoffed and pulled her arm away. "I'm sorry but did you forget the part where you literally dragged me here?" She asked in disbelief.
He was about to reply but he was cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Amy looked around and didn't realise that everyone else's conversations had stopped, and then she saw why.
She knew he would be here but there was still a crashing wave of dread and fear as she saw him standing there.
"Well I do hope I'm not interrupting." He said in his sinister voice, looking some-what amused.
He looked around at everyone and smiled at the sudden silence. "Well then, let's sit down shall we?"
Amy felt her father hold onto her upper arm and lead her to the table where she took a seat next to him.
She looked up and saw Mattheo sat directly opposite her but immediately looked away as he was staring at her with a look of anger.
The meal itself was probably one of the most awkward things Amy had experienced. There was little to no conversation but when there was she didn't know what or who they were talking about. She also couldn't help but occasionally glance at Voldemort at the head of the table just eating like a normal person. She had to hold back her laughter at times as the whole scenario was so strange.
Everyone had began putting their forks down when he finally spoke up. "Now, I'm sure that most of you are aware that my son and Draco will soon become death eaters and have the job and honour of killing Albus Dumbledore."
The two boys looked as though they wished to be anywhere else.
However, other death eaters around the table smirked at the two boys and some even raised a glass to it.
Amy fought very hard not to roll her eyes or say anything.
"Now, I do wish that my own son would be good enough to carry out the task alone." Voldemort said, his voice laced with venom. "But it appears that it would be useful if they had more help."
She knew where this was going. She knew what he was about to say. She looked down and closed her eyes, waiting for him to just announce that it will be Theo.
"So, who have you chosen?"
Her eyes snapped open and she looked up.
What?
Mattheo looked to her briefly before turning to his father. She could tell he was searching for an answer that he didn't have.
"Has anyone volunteered?" He further questioned to his son.
That's when it hit her like a knightbus. Theo's father hadn't volunteered him. Well, not to Voldemort at least. For all he knows Theo has not even been considered. Mattheo did lie to her.
"Who have you chose?" He repeated.
Any kind of happiness she had just felt for Theo was quickly replaced with fear as she realised what she had to do.
Mattheo spoke up. "We...we've chose-"
"Me."
Amy didn't even hear herself say it as the voice in her head yelled at her for doing it.
Everyone was now looking to her but she just looked straight to Voldemort.
"You?" He asked as though it was a joke. "You couldn't even perform a Cruciatus curse on Lucius here." He laughed. "How are you going to assist in the death of Albus Dumbledore."
She didn't know why it got to her. Not wanting to torture someone is most definitely not a bad thing and nobody would want to help murder Dumbledore. But a small part of her burned to prove him wrong.
"I want to do it." She replied bluntly.
He stopped laughing. He narrowed his eyes as he looked to her, trying to see if she was bluffing. She must have been convincing enough as he smiled.
"What did I tell you Jacob." He said. Her father, who had been looking down the whole time turned to him. "You can try and prevent it but some people are just meant for this."
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a/n: why has this book got 200k reads. Loving and thanking you all <3
Also saw someone recommend this book for the first time and I got way too excited.