BOOK 3: MARAUDERS. (Mattheo Riddle).

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MARAUDERS.
Chapter 11.
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It may have been Mattheo's imagination, but as they depart for King's Cross Station on the morning of the 1st, all of the adults seem to form a protective huddle around him, like he would be pounced upon at any minute by an unknown assailant.

"Mattheo, you're staying close to me" Aralias Bellator is the one that is to escort the boy. Mattheo suspects that it must be something to do with the Squib attack on Bellator Manor.

Artemis and the others have all been given their own personal bodyguards, a woman named Mabel has been by Artemis' side all week, and they already seem inseparable.

Aralias puts his hand on Mattheo's shoulder as they push their way through the barrier to Platform 9 3/4.

Meanwhile, back in the muggle station, Draco and his cronies push past Lorenzo and Frey. Lorenzo is still injured and stumbles slightly, and Frey only just manages to stabilise him in time before he goes head first over his trolley.

"I thought animals were to be placed in cages for the trip to Hogwarts?" Draco sneers as he looks upon Lorenzo, it hasn't taken long for the rumours of Lorenzo's condition to get out. "And a muggle/Squib, yet fully mudblood, you should have died at Bellator Manor, Lancaster" Draco is of the upmost opinion that Frey should be in Azkaban for her connection to the Squibs.

Frey doesn't restrain herself as she jabs out a punch at Draco, powerful enough to cause his head to jolt back when she punches him in the eye.

Draco tumbles back against the barrier. "And greasy haired twats belong with the rest of your elitist racists" Frey tells Draco. Frey looks around Draco, Crabbe and Goyle, and none of them are going to mess with her when she's angry.

Lorenzo can see people whispering around him. "Great. Everyone knows" Lorenzo mutters, and everyone seems to be avoiding him because of it, lycanthropy is like the plague, everyone wants to stay away from the victim.

Frey puts her hands on Lorenzo's shoulders. "No. They don't know. You know why?" Frey asks of her best friend. Lorenzo isn't really in it for another pep talk. "Because we don't know yet, not until the full-moon" Frey reminds Lorenzo. He might not have been infected by the lycanthropy infection.

Lorenzo still isn't keen on all of the dirty looks that he's getting from the other Slytherin students, they already hated Lorenzo and his friends, and now he's making it worse for all of them.

"They're talking shit about me for this apparent connection to the Squib Rebellion, and I don't take any mind of it, because their opinion is irrelevant" Frey says wisely.

"Which is why you just socked Malfoy in the face?" Lorenzo asks of Frey.

"Okay, so a little pressure valve is needed for release sometimes, but you shouldn't be getting yourself all worked up over all of this" Frey tells Lorenzo. It won't do him any good to spend the next week worrying until they have the next full-moon.

Even a few people that Lorenzo thought were friends are giving him strange looks, and they're doing their best to avoid him.

"I feel like a freak" Lorenzo tells Frey. "It doesn't help that I have this huge wound on the side of my neck" the wound has healed up a little, but is still visible, and it will definitely scar, just like all dark magic wounds.