《Forced [Mattheo Riddle X Y/N Malfoy] | ✓》⚜️ 45 ⚜️
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"Are you out of your mind?!" Mattheo exclaimed, looking at his wife.
"Everyone is dying because of me! I cannot sit here and live with myself knowing that im the reason they're dead!" Y/N Argued.
"Its not your fault! Everyone agreed to fight. They knew the consequences. They knew they could die." Mattheo fought.
"They are fighting for me! They are fighting because I'm too cowardly to face him on my own!" She cried.
Mattheo opened his mouth to reason with her before before he could utter a word, "She's right," George whispered tearfully. Every head turned to him, "We say we're doing this for Hogwarts but really its for her. So that she can protect her family. What about mine!? What about my brother?! Fred didn't die for nothing. He gave his life for us. For all of us and now its your responsibility to avenge him."
Y/N felt as if a dagger had been dug deep into her heart and as much as she wanted someone to stand up for her, to stand up for herself, she knew that george had only spoken the truth. The truth of what was going through eveyones mind but they were too polite to speak up, perhaps even afraid and that disgusted Y/N. That they could be afraid of her. She raised her arm again, pointing the wand towards it.
"What about the 3 horcruxes that are left? This is a sucicide mission!" Sirius bellowed, moving towards Y/N and moving her arm down.
"2" A soft fluttery voice came from behind them. Everyone turned to look at the new stanger as she stood there, the sword of gryffindor in one hand and the decapitated head of Barty Crouch Jr in the other, blood dripping from his neck, eyes rolled to the back, her dress somehow pristine white. Not a sound left anyones mouth as they stared in awe and maybe a hint of admirable fear.
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"You're scary, Luna. Brilliant but scary." Ron said. Luna chuckled lightly before wiping the blood off the sword and handing it back to Mrs. Weasely.
"I thought it would be wise to work while you were mourning. I dont really do well with such situations ever since my mother died so I took the sword and went after Barty. He wasnt hard to find, you know cause hes kinda coocko." Luna explained while moving her finger in a circular motion near her temple.
"So then I used this sword, Its really sharp by the way, and just sliced his head off." She said as nonchalantly as if she were explaining a science project rather than a murder. The only way to descirbe the others expression would be speechless.
They stared at her for a full minute before Y/N decided to break the silence.
"Thank you Luna. It was really brave of you. As I was saying, Im going after Voldemort. I cannot stand here while others die. Besides, I think I can hold my own as you kill 2 people. George is right, I will avenge Fred."
Y/N gathered them all in a circle before going over the plan and making slight modifications as suggestions poured in. The plan was sure to work if everyone played their part properly. It was difficult but nothing could stop her anymore. She was dead set on her goal and she wouldn't return without the wilted body of her father in law.
Mattheo wanted to protest. He wanted to stop her from going and risking her life but he knew she had to do this. Even he couldn't change her mind when she was this stubborn. He knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself but she was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Y/N was his one ray of sunshine that he held onto. She pulled him out of the darkest part of his life and even the thought of losing her was unbearable.
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He moved towards her, sliding his arm around her waist he peered down onto her face. She had cuts here and there and a few specks of dirt lining her cheeks. Y/N reached out to wipe the tears from the edge of her husbands eyes. They both stared at each other as if nothing else mattered and frankly in that moment it didn't. She stared at his face, memorising they way his hair fell just above his auburn eyes or the way his eyelashes curled upwards ever so slightly. Memorising every wrinkle, every scar and every line that marked his face. She wanted to engrave him in her brain, forever. Her eyes raked over every inch of skin before getting on her tiptoes and kissing him like it was the end of the world. He held her tighter, flush with his body as much as the baby bump would allow. Then he dropped to his knees and kissed his child what could well possibly be the last time.
Y/N bid everyone tearful goodbyes before pulling back her sleeve once again. "That bitch better be scared."
Folding it to shoulder length she dug the tip of her wand into the colossal skull engraved into her skin. A sharp scream of pain elicited itself from her mouth as she came to her knees. Sirius immediately rushed to her. He tried to remove the wand from her arm but she moved him away.
"NO! I CAN TAKE IT!" She screamed, doubling over in pain.
Mattheo watched from the corner, having experienced this pain every week when his father called him over. He felt horrible having to see her go through it too, but what choice did he have?
Y/N's eyes turned black, her wand getting quickly absorbed into her arm until there was nothing left anymore. Her veins blackened and wisps of smoke rose around her. She stopped screaming and stood up. A blinding white light glowed from within her and before anyone could open their eyes again, she was gone. On her way to kill only the most evil wizard of all time.
==== End of part 46 ====
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