Mattheo’s hand gripped yours under the table as his father, Lord Voldemort gave Mattheo yet another horrible task to fulfill. He hated it and he hated that he brought you into this. Mattheo’s jaw clenched as he listened to the words of his father.

“And don’t mess this up, Mattheo. I can’t have people thinking my son is useless.” Voldemort spoke coldly while staring at his wand. Those words were Mattheo’s final straw. He abruptly stood up and exited the room, slamming the door shut behind him. You watched, worry etched on your face.

“Pathetic” Voldemort mumbled as he went to stand up, but you stopped him. “You’re a horrible father, you know that right?” You spoke, startling Voldemort. You usually stayed silent during these ordeals. “Is that so? Are you here to set me straight?” He questioned with a wicked grin on his face as he sat back down, across from you. You don’t know what gave you the nerve to speak up, but you’ve had enough of him mistreating Mattheo.

Instead of pointing out his flaws as a father, you stand up from your chair. “Do you have any idea how special your son is?” You spoke, staring directly at him. Surprisingly, he fell silent and you took that as your cue to exit the room.

As you closed the door, you found Mattheo leaning against the wall beside the doorway. He glanced up at you and that’s when you noticed the tears forming in his eyes.