I watched as their faces went red and I begged for her to stop. 

"You've had it good long enough... Davina," she said, with so much hatred. It's as if my name burned her throat as she said it. 

"No, please! Just kill me, not them."

"But where's the fun in that?" She giggled creepily and dropped them before they were on the brink of death. Tears had stained my cheeks and I went to run to them as they coughed on the floor trying to catch their breath but she stopped me. Now I was stuck where I stood. I couldn't move. 

"I wonder," she said, and looked at me then at Mat and Enzo. "Does poor Mattheo know about you and Enzo?"

"Morana, no."

"You have no influence in what I do, be quiet," she said getting irritated.

"Enzo and Davina here, made out. It was Draco's birthday and she was just so drunk, she couldn't handle seeing Michael, it was all just too much for her." Her sarcasm made me want to kill her. Mat didn't change his expression and he stood up facing her. 

"Now did you not hear me?" She said and her voice crescendoed. In a matter of seconds she dragged him towards her, Draco and Enzo still on the floor. Mat was choking again but faster. 

"Please don't, kill me please I'm begging."

"Well this is amusing." I still couldn't move. All I could see was Voldemort laughing with proud famine, Draco and Enzo on the floor unable to move, and Mat being choked by Morana. 

"Just tell me what you want from me."

"I can't do that. What I do want though..." she never finished her sentence, all she did was release the chokehold she had on Mat. But she cast again and this time a green light shone from the tip of her wand and Mat fell lifelessly to the floor. 

I yelled out in excruciating pain, as if she had cast the spell on me instead. I ran to his limp body, still warm but slowly turning pale. I held onto his hand, pain coursing through my veins, my being was losing something, it felt as if the light was being drained out of my body. I couldn't quiet my sobs and I looked up to see Morana smiling down at the sight. 

"Reverse it, save him, please." I looked down now, my tears clouding my vision. "I love you, I'm so sorry." I watched as his head dropped, and I held onto him. 

"Now, I think my job here is done." Voldemort clapped and they both left. Just like that. It was so simple for them to cause so much pain to others. 

Draco and Enzo were getting up and both stood over me, shocked as Mat's body lay dead on the floor. The whole house echoed with my cries. 

"We need to go Davina."

"N-no, I- I can't leave him." I could hardly form words. I didn't even know where I was all I knew was that Mattheo was dead. 

I felt Draco down next to me and tried to grab hold of my hands. He held them tightly and got me to look at him. I had to breathe, I couldn't breathe.

"Let's go."

"No, Draco," I sobbed. He deep breathed, seeing me broken on the floor.

"Let me." He lifted me up and ignored my attempts to stop him. I couldn't stand, I could barely function. He picked me up and apparated us back to the manor.

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As soon as we landed I had fainted and woke up in my bed. Every single atom in my body ached, like each one had been shot over and over until they disintegrated. I had felt empty before, but this hollowness was very new to me. It was as if I was deteriorating, that I simply couldn't exist now that he was gone. 

I was in the shower now, the water was on cold but I couldn't feel it, because I was colder. I'd crouch on the floor, my legs to my chest and my arms wrapping around myself. The water showering on top of me and I sat there, irrevocably benumbed. 

I got out, dripping everywhere. I had no energy to physically do anything so I dried magically. I went out into the bedroom, his scent lingering everywhere like he was about to walk in through the door and join me to go to sleep. But he wasn't. I'd assumed his body had been found by now and reporters were cooking up a story for the Daily Prophet. 

I put on some loose pants and went to his draw to grab my favourite jumper of his. As I grabbed the jumper a piece of paper flew out of it. I put the jumper on and picked it up, heading over to sit on the bed. I unfolded it and was met with Mattheo's fancy writing, my tears already staining the parchment. 

To my beloved Davina,

I know that you are convinced about the fact that you may be the one targeted during the battle, but something has been telling me that I will be. I wanted to get these words out, I want you to know this, just in case.

If I was targeted and you're reading this letter now, I want you to know that all I wish, is for you to be happy. Whether that means you develop relationships with others. Davina, I want you to. I want you to fall in love again, regardless of me. Unfortunately for you, no one will ever love and worship you as much as I do and I hope it's the same for you. You deserve every bit of happiness, even if it meant you get with Lorenzo. I'll just curse him from the afterlife.

You are my reason for existing. You are the breath that fills my lungs and the blood that runs through my veins. Every atom of my being lives wholeheartedly for you. There has never been anyone else, I knew from the moment I met you that you were the reason I was put on this earth. 

I am yours forever,

Mattheo Riddle