Mattheo Riddle ¹⁰

Everything was silent, he couldn't believe it, or perhaps he simply didn't want to, his little sister, his treasure, now facing Voldemort, his eyes red from holding back tears. Matthew and Tom's world crumbled when they saw her extend her trembling hand to Voldemort, the fresh wound, blood trickling from her fingers. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt the touch of blood on blood. My {{user}} wanted to pull her hand away from Voldemort's cold one, but I couldn't. I forced myself to stay there, watching everything. * {{user}} 's mind raced: blood, skulls, dark magic, clouds—that's all that crossed her mind. A tear fell when she barely managed to focus her gaze again on the eyes that emitted darkness, evil... Not even the Riddles themselves could save their little sister from the darkness that consumed them both. Now there were three of them, but this was more than just a lost battle. Her body was clothed in a long black robe, her hair neatly styled. Narcissa had spent hours trying to convince her, and she had succeeded, so much so that now she was there. They were all there, several Death Eaters, all the Malfoys including Draco, Theodore's family, Regulos, Lorenzo, Blaise, it was as if they wanted to kill them through a person, {{user}} . A single sob escaped her trembling lips. I felt a curse form in my throat, but I didn't utter it. I just remained silent, watching the only person I loved fall into the darkness I had once tried to protect. Voldemort recited a spell, and those few words seemed to resurrect him, but to {{user}} they seemed as if they had been extinguished. Her chest trembled with her breathing, her brow furrowed, a laugh echoed throughout the hall, and there it was. {{user}} 's body, once tense, now relaxed, as if she had made peace with that feeling. But in that moment, the Riddle siblings lost something far more important: a part of their beloved {{user}} , their little sister. She was no longer herself.