Tw; Violence, bombs, death, fighting, blood, graphic/disturbing writing of human insides.

"I'm going to kill him."

"What?" Mattheo mumbles, his breath shaking.

"It- it isn't possible."

"I found a way."

I'm somewhere. Somewhere I shouldn't be. I don't know where Mattheo is or what happened to him. All I know, is that this is not good.

The plan did not work.

My friends are dead and I don't know where I am or how I got here.

Oh my god.

My friends are dead.

Their all dead.

Everything is so loud, everything hurts, my body hurts, my head hurts.

Everything hurts.

A women slams the door open. The bright light behind it seeps into the room, I put my hand in front of my face, in attempt to cover my eyes from the bright light.

She dumps a bucket of cold ice water on me, I can't help but yelp. Now I'm awake.

Suddenly, a sharp pain hits me right in the stomach.

I look down to see the most vile mark engraved above my belly button.

Then, everything goes black.

"That isn't possible." Mattheo follows y/n into her room, looking down in denial.

"I have this...Object. It will help, I found out a way to manipulate it." Y/n says, she walks to her wardrobe, opening the very last one and pulling out a clear ball.

Red fog floods the insides of it as well as black and gold. Mattheo looks at it in amazement.

"What do you see?" She asks, looking at him with a suspicious grin.

"I see... You- and... me, together." A frown falls over her lips, "we have to make this work." She turns around, quickly wiping her face.

"Y/n" Mattheo reaches out to grab her arm, she pulls back. "I- I don't want our hopes to be too high."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean.. If this doesn't work... Then.."

He shakes his head, swallowing, hard.

"This will work, I know it will."

"When we get to this supposed ball, what exactly will we do?" Mattheo asks Remus. Y/n had taken him to Sirius Black's residence to discuss what the order of the phoenix's exact plans were.

"You'll be going to a mascaraed ball, one of You-know-who's death eaters will be there and they will know exactly where one of his horcruxes are, you guys have to destroy some of them, Harry, Hermione and Ron will be helping. We will stay hidden and come out if there's any trouble."

"The less horcruxes he has, the more weak he is." Tonk says, winking at y/n. She looks down quickly; blushing.

"And what if this doesn't work?" Harry suddenly asks.

Y/n and Mattheo turn to the sound of his voice, granger and Weasley both by his side; looking at Mattheo with stern faces.

"It has to." Y/n mumbles, swallowing.

"Why should we believe that you'd want to help us?" Harry asks y/n, his voice raising slightly.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Well maybe because you're a Slytherin and you're dating Voldemorts son."

"Harry." Sirius hisses.

"No" Harry turns to Sirius, "I want to know why she would want to help us, or him"

"Harry, have you completely forgotten that Y/n is our friend?" Hermione asks, "was." He mumbles.

"That was before she switched to Slytherin."

"It wasn't my bloody choice! And I thought you didn't mind the last time I checked, or was everything you've ever said to me a lie?"

"Maybe it was. Maybe I do mind you being in Slytherin and dating a monster."

Mattheo stands behind Y/n, tilting his head down as he stares at Harry with alarming eyes.

"He is not a monster."

"How do you know? What if he betrays us? And you no doubt will help him since you're so bloody in love with him!"

"Enough!" Remus yells, they all turn to look at him with shocked faces. "Harry, I don't think this is related to anything going on currently... You can all deal with your personal problems once we fix this problem."

Y/n looks down, taking in a shaky breath.

"Y/n and Mattheo are loyal." Sirius says with confidence.

"How so?" Harry asks in a high pitch tone.

"You-know-who, killed y/n's mother. He ruined her life and Mattheo's as well. They want to end this as much as we do." Remus says.

Harry begins to settle down, realizing how improper his behaviour was. He turns back to

Y/n, "I-I'm sorry... I'm just-"

Y/n interrupts, "it's alright Harry, I understand." Harry swallows, nods.

Then, they all begin planning their next move.

Y/n had realized something she didn't before.

She had realized that everything was just slowly beginning to unfold, that this was not the end.

This was only the beginning.

Y/n, Mattheo and the golden trio had all been dressed in suits and gowns as well as masks;

Y/n had a blue one with black feathers, Hermione had a red one with brown feathers as well as Ron, except his was more in the orange tone than red. Harry had a gold one with white feathers and Mattheo the same, except black feathers.

The five of them walk into the ball, Mattheo's arm wrapped around Y/n's, Harry with Hermione and Ron by himself. He had been sending Harry and Hermione weird stares the whole ride there.

They all decide to sit down, observe every person that walks into there; trying to communicate with them and drink together a bit to get them talking.

First, Ron had talked to some man with golden blonde hair and blue eyes, they talked for awhile before Ron came back with a look of disappointment.

"What happened?" Harry asks, Ron blows out every bit of oxygen left in his lungs.

"He is too nice."

"What do you mean he is too nice?" Hermione crosses her arms together, her eyebrows raised and lips pursed together in an almost intimidating way that it makes Ron shake from the inside.

"Well... His eyes are just too... there just too, oh bloody hell."

"There just too what, Ron?" Y/n asks, Ron looks up quickly; turning red. "There just too nice."

"There just... too nice?" Hermione asked,

sighing deeply.

"Yes! Okay!"

"Never believe what the eyes tell you." A voice suddenly says. They all turn to look at Mattheo, all having questioning looks on their faces.

"Eyes can lie."

Harry rolls his eyes, standing up. "Well... maybe he was a nice guy." Harry swallowed. Then walked away with swinging arms.

"What was that about?" Ron asks, looking down with raised eyebrows and wide eyes.

"Well whatever it was... It doesn't seem to matter." Hermione tilts her head towards the end of the ball room. They all look to see a group of men, all in black suits, some very familiar, some known as original death eaters.

Y/n swallows hard when she sees her father, trying to avoid her spinning stomach and that sickening feeling she was getting.

She felt as though something very, very bad we're going to happen.

She stood up to get a drink to expel the feeling. "Where are you going?" Mattheo asked, standing up as well.

"To get a drink."

"You can't drink right now, you need to have sharp senses, drinking will dull them."

She snorts.

"You can't drink Y/n." He says again, making her feel a little irritated.

"You don't tell me what to do, if I want to drink, I drink." She smiles tightly, looking at the man holding a tray of wine cups.

She decides to grab one, sipping it, almost finishing it before Mattheo grabbed it from her hand. Setting it down on the table.

She clenched her jaw. "You don't control me or control what I do. So stop trying to."

"Y/n please just sit down."

"No-"

Suddenly, lights began flashing, and screams filled the entire ball room. Bodies were scattered throughout the hall, either running, falling or on the floor, crying and mourning their loved ones.

Y/n tried not to vomit when she saw some man without a leg. His stomach was cut open and blood was gushing out of it, his organs were everywhere. His face was gone, cut, bruised and covered with blood.

A death eater who was gutting a pregnant women got shot right in the head, his dead body fell over, blood was gushing out of it; staining the marble floor.

The women was still screaming and crying before a green light flashed on her. Silencing her cries which echoed throughout the room.

Cursing it for eternity.

"Y/n get out of there! It was a set up! They knew, someone told them! Get out!" Sirius yelled over her tiny mic attached under her dress.

She pulled out her knife from her pocket, looking around for death eaters. "Y/n!" Mattheo yelled, she looked across the room, avoiding the dead bodies on the floor.

Mattheo was standing there. Blood all over him. His Wand out. He had been attacked when people were running, they pushed through him like waves in a storm, pushed and pushed, until he hit the coast lines.

"Matthe-"

Bombs began to explode suddenly.

Mattheo ran to her, over the dead bodies, he tried to get there before the man with a pointed wand at her yelled the spell.

She was punching through men, kneeing and throwing them on to the ground.

Mattheo had given up on yelling, but he kept running to her.

He muttered a quick spell towards the man, the man's eyes went blood shot red, his skin turned pale and his veins popped; whatever left remaining of him fell over the porch and slammed into the ground, his blood and remains covered the stairs and floor.

Y/n slammed her knife into a death eaters stomach; used him to shield her from shooting bullets.

One bullet hit her right in the leg, she couldn't feel it though. She couldn't feel anything. All she could do was punch, push and stab, as much as it hurt her to move, she continued.

A man threw a bomb in front of her. She stared at it in utter shock as it slowly rolled towards her, ticking and ticking.

Mattheo grabbed Y/n, pushing her to the ground just seconds before it exploded.

The two fell hard on the ground, gasping and groaning.

Her head now spinning and ears ringing loudly to the point it was deafening, she was suddenly aware of her revealed wounds and the feeling of the bullet inside her.

Before Mattheo could grab her and pull her out of there, someone grabbed him.

She was still somewhat unconscious and bleeding.

Bleeding on the cold floor.

Suddenly, she was a child all over again. On her cold floor, bleeding out and crying, begging her father to help her as she laid in a puddle of her own crimson red blood that stained her white dress her mother had gotten her. Restraining her screams as her father punched and kicked at her over and over again.

She jolts up after a very long moment when she hears Mattheo yelling for her to get out.

She looked around for Mattheo; But he was gone.

She looked for her friends, only to see them all dead.

Their all dead.

Everyone's dead. Blood was everywhere, on her, on the white tables, the marble floor, the walls and ceiling.

"Mattheo!" She cried out, her limp body spinning around, searching the whole room for him. She walked over dead bodies, dead elders, men and women; limping and wincing as doing so.

There was so much blood.

So much.

Panic was rushing into her bones. She tried not to look at Hermione and Ron's dead bodies. Where was Harry? She thought, looking for him in the piles of dead bodies, hoping he wasn't in it.

He wasn't.

She felt relief rush into her. The only relief she had felt all week. Tears spilled out of her eyes as she thought of Mattheo being dead.

How did this all happen, she thought. What is happening she thought. Her mind was spinning, then, something exploded again. But it was something way bigger, and louder.

She ducked under a table which had blood dripping off of it and a body on top of it.

Coughing and gasping as she looked up through the heavy white smoke to see Hermione and Ron being dragged away, Harry still gone.

Mattheo still gone.

Tears flooded her face as she watched Hermione's and Ron's dead bodies being pulled away from her.

Away from her.

She was never going to see them again.

Alive or dead.

She was never going to see little Ron, who always laughed at her jokes, always had dirt on his nose and always ate all her hidden snacks in her closet. Ron, who made her laugh, who comforted her when she was upset or tried cheering her up.

He didn't get to have his birthday yet, he was never going to open her big gift she got him last week. And what about the plans they made? To go to Switzerland together and eat endless piles of candy.

And Hermione.

Hermione. her Hermione.

Who always knew what to say or what to do, was always there, always helped and knew everything. Knew how to solve problems that Y/n couldn't possibly handle on her own. Hermione, who was like her sister, like her Mother.

Was gone.

Was dead.

She didn't know what to do, how to feel or what would happen now. She was the only one left standing, and she didn't know what to do with herself.

The only thing she could hear was her head, screaming at her, and the only thing she could feel was guilt. Guilt coursing through her veins and flooding her body.

And sadness.

There was so much sadness. Sadness she didn't know how to release there and then. This sadness was more heavier than anything she had ever felt before.

The next thing she knew, she was on her knees.

Screaming.

Crying.

Maybe both.

Screaming it all out. Screaming and crying it all out. She screamed and cried and cried, until she couldn't feel her throat. Until she couldn't feel anything.

Harry's gone.

Hermione's dead.

Ron's dead.

Mattheo's gone.

And now

Y/n, was gone.

Sorry if I made any spelling mistakes and sorry I'm general guys😅

I was crying while writing this 🌝....