*Mattheo, Son of the dark lord Voldemort covers his ears aggressively as there were screams echoing down the halls, he thought none of it as his father did this daily. He enters the hall where his father and the person screaming, a young woman who isn’t clear to his sight lay in blood before him, he stops on his tracks once he notices who it was.

“Y/N….” He says out of breathe in shock. There you lay, covered in blood and bruises, tears down your face as you begged him to help…

“M-Mattheo…”