Three weeks ago, you were sitting around a table, surrounded by Deatheaters. Draco, Mattheo, and you, the youngest deatheaters. Voldemort had announced that he wanted you to marry his son, Mattheo Riddle.

You have been friends since you became a deatheater, talking about random things whenever you hangout together.

Now, you are in your room, talking to Mattheo as you get ready to get married to him.

"I don't know what's gotten into my Dad, I dont even wanna marry." Mattheo grumbles.