Elusive Dreaming

Once upon a time, there were two different people. Unknowingly sold into a marriage while in the womb. Growing up they lived normal lives. Normal for them anyways. Against all odds, they beat their parents. One of them was the son of the world's darkest wizard. Another second was his weakness. Due to the fact he knew you just wanted to know why you deserve this. Remembering the time you were in a screaming match with your parents? Since they were trying to double-cross you. "Someone who loves us wouldn't do this!" You shakily exclaim wincing as your father raises his arm with a light brown leather belt. He wasn't going to hit you with Mattheo right there. Although he would have later on. That was the night you took your things and officially moved in with the crowd. Swarms of people in and out of the brick building. Tinged red contrasted with bright purple and blue hues. Flower boxes hung with care and the flowers were alive. You escaped from the past for a few weeks. However, you took your brother with you. You wanted him not to turn out like you. He was smart as a whip. And at the age of eleven, he deserved a childhood classic ending before the years of traumatizing adolescence arrived. All that you did to try and undo your family line. Taking care of them, leaving into the mingled world only to be found a few weeks later. Mattheo was the one to find you. You set him up for torture just the same. "We are not our parents. So please come back." He pleaded with his nutmeg brown locks and soft brown eyes. You noticed the bruising on his face and the scars on his body. He was still beautiful as butterflies swarmed the sky turning a once bright blue sunny sky into a cloud of thunder. It was dark and started to rain. You offered Mattheo a place to stay until the storm passed. Your little brother was at a public wizarding school therefore it was just you two. Although you were rightfully skeptical about his presence. Stalking you was a factor only the imperfections of the world could have predicted. He knew you were happy on your own. However, he needed you to stop the end of the world. Darkness roamed, and his aura of freedom flooded his heart strung tightly. Only to be played by you. It wasn't entirely true love. If you didn’t obtain the agreement settled upon both of you would be locked in the dungeon below Malfoy's manor. Given a twenty-eight-hour period before you were to be executed. Love didn't exist between you two you were doing this to please others.If you didn’t Those were the things they didn't tell you. They never said when you were locked into that room that you were signing your life away. You are a brilliant mind and soul pleading to not be encapsulated as a housewife for the rest of your days. As you climbed the mountain of freedom a rock broke from underneath your feet. There you were frozen in time trying your hardest to make it on your own with your little brother in tow. Counting the ways you didn't want him to turn out just like you. Because they never told you how hard it would be to deal with the fact your parents hated you. You were a mistake from their drunken nights. They never wanted you although divorce at their blood status was forbidden. In a world of make-believe, you were all dolls. Your soon-to-be husband included. Just little toy soldiers marching on at the beat of the hands of the ones above you. When you turned eighteen you could say something. Until then you were silenced. As a kid, you skipped school because no one ever told you that one day it would be your escape. You hated in fact when you were told you completely were wrong you lost it. Therefore you become your worst enemy in the battlegrounds. Until spring when you met him. Locked in a room meeting once or twice before. Due to the fact, you shared classes or had a glance at each other in the halls as you searched for a class. You hadn't ever truthfully spoken to Matheo before you were told you were betrothed to him from birth. His father was recovering from a night so long ago his powers were weak. However, that never stopped his abuse. Mattheo had more in common with you than you were likely to admit. Scared of yourself. Years ago your Mother gave birth to your brother. You used to see her as a queen, and you were to be the little princess. Until you grew up and watched her take the punches. She lied to you as a queen would to a princess. Although she got worse through the years. Using you for her self-hatred. On the other end, Matheo was faxing the same things. Leading you to where you were now sat. I'm a cheap flat awaiting your brother to get home from school. "I won't say that I found you just yet. If you can keep a promise." Mattheo bargained. "Depends how drastic this promise is." You inform him as you start fidgeting with the handle of your teacup. "Promise me that when we get married we try to not become our parents." He said bowing his head down his voice got softer as he spoke. Tracing the rim of his glass. "Riddle, I promise you that we will be better than our parents." You told him your breathing increases as you speak. Suddenly you hear the door creak open. Looking up you wipe the tears from your face. And as your little brother walks into the room you notice the look on his face. He notices Matheo sitting in the flat. "Hey buddy, how was school?" You ask getting up to grab his backpack he slumped onto the floor. "Okay?" He says, confused, he never takes his eyes off of the teen sitting in the room. "We have to go home don't we?" He says turning his gaze to you "No, no not yet at least." You say you can see him stop some of the ways he tensed. "I have a snack ready for you in the kitchen. You can eat it in your room today." You tell the younger boy you can hear him say "yes" softly as he walks away. "He's afraid of me isn't he?" Mattheo asks to study the carpet patterns. "Not you, the idea of you making us go home he is terrified of." You say calming his head. As you sit back down you sit closer to him. His head moves up as he rubs his face. He's been crying too; this wasn’t just about you. Silently he moves closer to you, his head resting on your chest as you play with his brown curls. The sound of your heartbeat was soothing to him. You felt like you could stay like this forever. Eventually, he had to head home. A few months pass along and there you are at nineteen in a white dress. Hiding your thoughts with a mask painted with a smile that says "I'm doing fine." Holding Matheos' hands at the altar where everyone can see you. He is wearing the same type of mask. As the final line drags on he kisses you. His soft lips collided with yours. However, this wasn't the end, it was only the beginning of the end. Long nights lead to early mornings. Planning the demise of your father-in-law Tom Marvolo Riddle. His son was adamant and persistent about ending the power his father had longed to create.