Here she was. My beautiful enemy. The Veela girl, the girl whose mother was a seer, the bloodtraitor. The one I love dearly, but would never love me back.

As a result, my father, Lord Voldemort, had told me that if she didn't love me back, I'd have to kill her as punishment.

So here I was, with my wand at the ready to kill her. But it came to my surprise when she said she had lost her memory. I grinned mischievously. Perfect.

"Oh, lost your memory, huh, sweetheart?" I asked sweetly as I put my wand away, stroking her cheek.

If she couldn't remember, why not just trick her into loving me?

"That's fine. All you need to know is that your name is Kasie, and you are my girlfriend," I lied through my teeth, but she didn't have to know that. She didn't know that.

But what Mattheo didn't know, was that she hadn't lost her memory. She was just pretending so he wouldn't kill her.