Party
Mattheo Riddle
Mattheo and Enzo watched out the window as his dad, their mom, and a bunch of the Knights of Walpurgis walked away from the manor through the Estate.
His dad suddenly looked back, as if he could sense they were watching, and then proceeded walking away.
"That dude's got eyes on the back of his fucking head," Enzo observed.
"Do you think we'll ever be here again?" Mattheo asked.
"If everything goes to plan and you stop getting hit by fucking bludgers, no I don't think we will," Enzo said, "do you think we'll ever see them again?" he added.
"Sentimental?" Mattheo asked, grinning. "I don't know. I have a hard time believing that the Malfoys and mom will let us go, even if we manage to avoid them until 17," Mattheo said.
"You're underestimating how much your father cares about you. I know it's shown in a weird way but he's not gonna let you go, Matty" Enzo honestly said.
"That's a problem for later," Mattheo said.
"I have a crazy idea that I've been thinking about for a while. Promise me you won't judge or freak out," Enzo said.
"I promise, just spit it out Enz," Mattheo said, turning to face his brother.
"We can't come back here for Yule. We just can't. Only problem is, aunt and uncle can just come in and swoop us up. But...if we talk to someone about not wanting to go with them. Someone who could prevent that from happening, like the Headmaster Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall, we might just have a shot," Enzo said, looking to see my reaction.
"It's not that I disagree, Enz, it's just that I think if the son of the Dark Lord were to show up at Dumbledore's office asking for asylum from his father it would seem suspicious. Like I was spying or something," Mattheo said.
"What if we got Harry to do it for us?" Enzo asked. "He trusts us and I trust him, plus Dumbledick practically dickrides Harry."
"Okay," Mattheo said.
"Okay?" Enzo confirmed.
"Let's do it," Mattheo said with a grin.
-
Mattheo knew it looked weird during the first breakfast he was back to immediately head to the Gryffindor table. Snape was probably pissing himself and all of his dad's little spies were probably writing in their little diaries, 'Dear diary today Mattheo talked to a Gryffindor SOS alert the Dark Lord his son has deserted blah blah blah,' but Mattheo really didn't give a fuck.
He had someone to talk to.
The night before, after Nott took them to school, Enz and Mattheo had filled their friends in on their plan, and they all agreed Potter was the best bet to staying at school for Yule.
None of them wanted to see their parents.
So here he was, walking over to the red table and sitting down next to Potter, much to Granger and the two youngest Weasley's chagrin, but Harry only smiled at him.
"Hey Harry, can I talk to you for a second?" Mattheo asked, earning himself looks from those closest at the table, besides Fred and George of course.
"Of course, Mattheo," Harry said, getting up with Mattheo and walking to the hall with him.
"Are you okay, that fall was insane. Did you have to go home?" Harry asked.
"Yeah I'm fine, and yeah I had to see him, which was just fucking wonderful, and that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to ask you a favor," Mattheo said.
Mattheo must have sounded genuine because Harry responded with "anything."
"I can't go home for Yule. None of us can. But my aunt and uncle, Draco's parents, are technically two of my legal guardians and they can remove Enzo, Draco, and I from the grounds. If I ask Dumbledore or McGonagall to keep us here they will just get suspicious, but I don't know how else to make it so that we have to stay here," Mattheo said.
"I'll talk to them, for you, I promise," Harry said. "Can't have you guys celebrating Christmas with old Voldy now can I," Harry said with a smile.
"Thank you," Mattheo sincerely said.
"We don't choose our families, and I wish I recognized that five years ago, but I do now and I'm going to help. Whatever you need to stay away, I promise," Harry said.
Students started pouring out of the Great Hall, and Mattheo and Harry separated, but Mattheo felt lighter already. He was going to do whatever it took to avoid his parents, and Harry fucking Potter was going to help him.
-
There was a reason that Slytherin parties were legendary. Slytherin students had three traits that set them apart from other houses: They were rich, neglected, and didn't give a fuck.
Money allowed students to acquire... party supplies. Neglect from both Snape and their parents allowed these supplies to go undetected, both at Hogwarts and at home. Their lack of giving two fucks made the parties insane.
The Slytherin Common Room was already foggy from the current party, and smelled distinctly of weed and Pansy's vanilla vape. Mattheo was impressed when she found a spell to charge it. Mattheo could never fully hate the muggles because without them they wouldn't have vapes, if only his dad could understand. Maybe Mattheo will send him a mango one for Christmas.
Mattheo was already pretty gone, and laying with Theo on the couch. Fred and George Weasley walked up, holding a bag of Mattheo's favorite thing in the world.
He sat up, ignoring his headache and shouting over the music, "where the fuck did you get it?"
"We have our ways," the twins replied and Mattheo grinned.
Mattheo grabbed an acid pill, and looked at Theo. "Together man?"
Theo grabbed one and only shook his head. "Remember what happened last time you had acid, Mattheo?"
"Oh come on Theodore, you're no fun. Besides, I'm the acid king" Mattheo responded, smirking and throwing it in his mouth.
"Alright man," Theo said, taking one himself and grinning back.
-
The rest of the night was kind of a blur of color and girls and Mattheo was pretty sure he and Theo tried to fight some junior Death Eater, but Mattheo didn't know what was real anymore.
That was one of the most insane trips that Mattheo had ever been on, and he didn't know how he ended up in his bed.
Mattheo turned over, and saw Theo asleep in the bed next to him. "Theo" he said.
Theo finally shifted after Mattheo shouted his name 4 times.
"What Matty?" He groaned.
"Dude."
"Dude" Theo said, after probably remembering the night.
"Yeah you two got fucked," Blaise said, walking in from the bathroom.
"How long was the trip?" Theo asked.
"Like 11 hours, It's noon," Blaise answered.
"Anything bad happen?" Mattheo asked.
"You beat up Pucey but not enough to go to the hospital wing, oh and Mattheo you kept on hallucinating that our parents were there and Dark Marks on people's arms, and Theo you thought you were on the battlefield, but other than that you didn't do much that you two idiots wouldn't normally do," Blaise said.
"Did Snape find out?" Theo asked.
"Nah," Blaise answered, "when does he ever find out?"
"Then dude, I call last night a success" Mattheo said, dapping Theo up.
"You two are insane," Blaise said, shaking his head, "go shower you two smell like shit."
Mattheo was having a very bad hangover but somehow got up and went to the bathroom. He changed out of his shirt and looked in the mirror. Mattheo shouldn't be self-conscious, he could get any girl if he wanted to, but he hated how much he looked like his dad. Mattheo almost wished his dad still looked like death so that he didn't have to see their similarities. No one could deny that he was the devil's son just by looking at him, and anything that didn't resemble the man was Bellatrix.
Mattheo hated that when he looked at himself, all he saw was them. He looked away and went to go shower.
It's fine. He might look like them but he's not them. It's fine.