Timeskip:

I wake up to find Mattheo talking to a Death Eater.

"I told you the spell I put on Y/n would work!" he said, then turned to me. "She's awake. One sec." Mattheo walks up to me. "How are you feeling, Y/n?"

I narrow my eyes to see him. I don't say anything. He laughs. "Your expressions get me every time."

I struggle to try to break the chains I'm tied to. Of course, I fail. Then I ask one question.

"Why did I feel like coming to you, even after what happened?"

"Oh, that?" he smiles. "Just a little bit of magic."

I had a million questions to ask, but I stay silent. Mattheo puts his bloody hand on my scar. I turn away. He forces me to look at him. "Perhaps some chloroform will keep you unconscious for a longer amount of time? I'd rather not use my wand."

I shake my head, but Mattheo still unties me, grabs my hair and pushes a cloth against my face. I try to turn, but the harder I try, the tighter the grip gets. I feel myself about to drop, but Mattheo pushes me up and holds me while making me lie on his chest. He starts whispering in my ear.

"I don't think you're ready for what you'll need to do. Sweet dreams, Potter." Mattheo makes his grip so tight I feel like I can't breathe. I start to close my eyes as my muscles start to stop tensing up and instead relax.

Mattheo's POV:

This Potter girl is really starting to get on my nerves. She's like a princess, but also a warrior. I promise though, I really feel bad. I felt her head drop right by my shoulder and then I drop her. No no, Mattheo. She's just like everyone else. Stupid and blind. Not a friend or anything like that. I sit down on the floor with Y/n and smile.

"On the bright side, you're very cute, Potter. I can do what I want with you, but what has to be done has to be done," I whisper while stroking her hair.

Harry's POV:

I wake up in bed. That's strange. I don't remember going to bed at all. I looked at a clock in my room that read 3pm. The Dursley's left at noon, so that means...

Just then my window opens. I turn to see Ron and Hermione climb in.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaims. "How are you and Y/n?"

"Y/N!" I yell suddenly. Please don't tell me she snuck out again. I put on my glasses and look around. She's gone...

"Harry?" Ron says, worried. "Is everything okay?"

"No!" I reply. "Y/n. My sister, she's gone! Even worse, all the things she uses to defend herself are still here!"

"Well," Ron comments quietly. "Do you remember-"

Y/n's POV:

I slowly wake up. I can hear and remember everything. I can feel myself wrapped in someone's arms. Most likely Mattheo. I keep my eyes shut so I can still listen.

"You're gonna give her this, alright Mattheo?"

"Yes father."

I feel him roughly drop me on the ground. I get back up.

"Ahem." I narrow my eyes. "I'm fragile too..."

"Y/n!" Mattheo turns to me. "You're awake. Come with me," he says as he starts dragging me by the arm. He lets go as we get in a dark room.

Mattheo gives me a glass. "Drink this."

"And if I do, will you leave my brother alone?" I ask.

"As long as he doesn't get in the way, yes," Mattheo replies.

I slowly drink what Mattheo gave me. He takes the glass when I finish and puts his hands on my shoulders.

"Is it true you remember a lot of things including what happened the night your parents got killed?"

I nod. "Yea and it hurts just to think about it."

"Okay... Do you know anything that can be used against my father?"

"To start, I know that Death Eaters will attack the area around the Quidditch World Cup," I tell Mattheo. Why was I telling the truth? I have no idea.

Before Mattheo could say anything, I saw Harry jump in through the window nearby, followed by Ron and Hermione.

"Another step forward," Mattheo says in a deep voice. "and she gets it." He then gets a knife and gently pushes it onto my throat.

Ron takes a small step back. "You wouldn't..."

"Try me, Weasley," Mattheo starts pushing the knife harder. I can feel the blood drip. At this point I'm too tired to move. I can see Harry trying to figure out what to do.

Just then, I get an idea. I know Mattheo has a belt with all sorts of weapons, so I reach out and grab one quietly. After that, I swiftly move my hand as Mattheo manages to dodge the knife I stole. I fall into Hermione's arms. Ron and Harry help me up. As the Death Eaters get in, we all jump out the window and run. When we're far enough, Harry crosses his arms and looks at me, waiting for an explanation.

I sigh. "When I went to see him the first time, I gave you a Sleeping Draught, Harry. Earlier today you drank that same potion, and Mattheo put a spell on me so I would fall into his trap. And.. that's pretty much it. But Harry.. how did you find me?"

Harry laughed. "Ron reminded me of the fact that I put a tracker on you last year."

"What?" I exclaim. "Where?!"

"Can't tell you," Harry says, laughing. "Sorry!"

I roll my eyes.

"Mum's gonna kill me," Ron whispers.

I giggle. "We must be near your place, Ron. Follow me!"

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"RONALD WEASLEY!" I hear Mrs. Weasley scream. "WE WERE SO WORRIED! WHERE HAVE YOU ALL BEEN?"

I explain everything to Mrs. Weasley and I go change into new clothes (Hah, better thank Harry for that). My brother told me we were going to the Quidditch World Cup, which made me really excited. I walk out to see Ginny.

"GINERVA!" I exclaim as I run to hug her.

Ginny laughs and hugs me back. "I prefer Ginny, if you don't mind. Are you okay? Harry told me what's been happening."

I step back. "Yea, I'm okay now."

Wow, finally. Some peace and happiness in the atmosphere...

A/N: Heyyy! I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Mattheo and Y/n's relationship seems to be going back and forth between good and bad. What do you think will happen?
Remember if you think something's impossible, the word itself is literally spelled "I am possible".
Your friend,
TheMalfoyFreak.