Trigger warnings: cutting? Idk.

Enzo's POV:

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Poor Lizzie. She doesn't deserve this. Her life was tough enough but whatever controls fate decided to throw Mattheo into the mess.

Speaking of Mattheo, he decided to have a 'conversation' with me once Tom had carried Lizzie away to her room.

I was on my way to the roof, almost up the stairs, when he found me. He grabbed my arm and made me face him. He looked mad.

"Wha, what?"

He just glared at me without answering and dragged me up to the roof, and sat down on the closest chair. He pointed to the one opposite, wanting me to sit too.

I sat, not wanting to anger him more. I usually would have put up some resistance, and not listened to him right away, but seeing that he had made Lizzie burst into tears barely 10 minutes earlier I was not going to risk it.

But I did sit on the arm rest of the chair, not the seat itself, to show he can't boss me around. And seeing his eye brows crease at that, I knew my message came across.

"What do you want Riddle?" Most people think I'm the weakest in our friend group, but it's actually Draco. Even Cassie has more of a back bone than that ferret.

"Just answer a few questions for me. Truthfully." No fair. I wanted to lie. "What if I  do lie? How will you know if I do?" Gotta check.

He scowled. "I can give you veritaserum, but you won't like that. So either answer truthfully without the potion or I will tip the whole bottle down your throat."

Rude.

"Fine. Ask." How bad could these questions be?

"Why has my future wife got cuts and scars on her arms?" Oh. The questions can be that bad.

I didn't know whether to tell him. I said I would answer but what do I do now? But I'm also confused.

I thought he would know that most of the girls in pure blood families are punished for bad behaviour by their parents by having their wrists cut by them.

But Lizzie got even worse because she decided to protect her sister and cousin. Cassie and Aurora can't be punished but instead of them, Lizzie will be hurt. Sometimes her own mother would use the cruciatus curse on her.

"Answer me!" He banged his hand on the table to get my attention. So he really wants to know? Too bad. I stay silent and don't even flinch.

"Tell me! Or at least tell me if she made the cuts herself."

"No." Vague answers, thats the key to getting through this questioning.

"Then why does she have the cuts? Is it from you, or my brother?" His glare is so sharp I feel it cutting into my own eyes. Trying to find an answer.

Why does he want an answer though? Why is he so persistent. Why does he suddenly care for the girl he has always hated. Why?

"I did not do it. Tom was forced to. But most of them of from her mother, your father and Lucius Malfoy. They cut her." Oops. Too late to take it back now. Might as well just wait for more angry questions.

The change of emotion on his face was almost amusing to watch. First, his eyes widened, then they narrowed. His fists clenched, so hard you couldn't tell his skin is usually tanned and not bone pale. His breaths shortened and he looked like he was about to murder whoever stood before him.

The problem was that I stood in front of him.

"Tom? Tom did that?" I did not expect his voice to sound like he was just betrayed and about to cry.

"Yes. But definitely not willingly." I took a long breath. I was about to tell my best friend's biggest enemy a few of her worst memories.

"Then how? Because those cuts on her arms did not look accidental nor shallow."

It sounded like he cared. Why did he suddenly care?

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Mattheo's POV:

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Why do I suddenly care?

I never used to care about her before.

But still...

I looked up from the table between us at the brown haired boy. "So?"

He looked like he was about to reveal secret government information. How big of a secret is this?

He finally managed to speak. "She had snapped at a Lucius. He got mad and decided just him cutting her, or even Crucio wasn't enough. So he told me and Tom to cut her arms. Two cuts each. And I had to go first."

He looked absolutely broken. His eyes were on the brink of overflowing, and his hands were messing with a loose thread from his chair.

But I don't I were any better. I had to grip my right arm with my left hand so hard it was starting to bleed just so I wouldn't charge down the stairs and strangle Malfoy.

Usually I wouldn't care about anyone's problems, even my brother's. But now I want to help and save the woman I hate. What has that bitch done to me?

"Go on. What happened. You went first and what?"

"I took the dagger and almost cut her, but pulled it away and fainted from the idea of hurting her."

"You fainted from that?" Not even the thought that he had hurt her, after the fact, but just the idea of hurting her? Wow.

But now that I tried put myself in his shoes, at that moment, I knew I wouldn't be able to hurt her like that. Yes, we fight and injure each other almost daily, I can't imagine hurting her for a small act of disobedience.

They're evil. Even more evil than me.

"Yeah. I fainted. I didn't want to hurt her, and the idea of it made me light headed. So I passed out." Enzo admitted. "But she still had to have the four cuts, so Tom had to do it. Bellatrix held her a knife to his neck, and also mine. So he cut the four marks, but they are the shallowest ones on her arms."

"Her own mother?" Her own mother wanted them to hurt her daughter. She shouldn't be allowed to be a parent. "Yeah."

We both went silent. Not knowing what to say next. Until I spoke again, "what else do they do to her?"

This is such a sick subject to talk about but I feel like I need to know.

"They use Crucio on her. So often she almost has no reaction to it. Sometimes she'll even use it on herself for fun. She likes it."

That explains why it didn't work earlier. But the reason is cruel.

"I'm going to do something. You can tell Lestrange about this conversation if you want." I get up out of the chair and apparated into the dining room, where there was a death eater meeting going on.

My father, Bellatrix and Lucius Malfoy were there, and a few others. Perfect.

"After we are officially engaged, I want what happens to my fiance to be up to me. You cannot punish her without my permission. You cannot order her around. I am the only one with authority over her. Understood?"

They all nodded.

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Word count: 1219

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