134 This is my fault

Completely shocked while suppressing his emotions Matthew entered the Ravenclaw Common Room. He ignored the look of pity the other Students gave him. He controlled his anger and sadness as he passed his Roommates.

"Matthew—" began Roger with a sad look on his face.

"Not now! I need time. Please leave me alone for now." Interrupted Matthew them. This was currently the last thing he needed. He didn't need anybody giving him a pep talk. Or helping him to face his emotions.

"But you— " tried Roger again but got stopped as Harold but a hand on his shoulder and shook his hand. All three stared sadly at Matthew's back.

Without looking back he entered his shared Sleeping Dorm and directly approached his house Trunk. Once he was inside and sure that nobody could hear him thanks to the protective enchantments. He let his anger and grief free reign as he began to yell. Just yelling without meaning. Just letting his emotions free reign. His powerful magic followed his emotions and the raging storm he was suppressing for the last few hours finally got unleashed. The things in his bedroom began to levitate and fly through the Room. They crashed onto the walls, floor, and roof and left dents and rifts behind. But he simply didn't care at the moment. Right now it didn't matter.

"How could things go so wrong?" he asked himself, "Where did I fail? This wasn't supposed to happen!"

How could things so deviate from the Original Timeline? I did try to control it, manipulate things to my favor. This is just wrong. Everything was going as planned. I kept the major Plot points as close to the original as possible. Did my existence really cause such a grave Butterfly effect? Was my try to play god punished in such a way? Just why did this happen?

Matthew calmed down as his magic stopped causing chaos in his Room and the storm inside him was suppressed through his cold and calculative but righteous fury. He was angry at himself. Angry at fate. And angry at Tom Riddle. Angry at any higher beings who he felt were now laughing at him. He only could think back to how things went out of his control in a completely for him unexpected way. His own arrogance disgusted him.

"How could everything become just so fucked up?"

~ Earlier Today ~

It was a beautiful day, the sun shone brightly with only a few white clouds in the sky, perfect condition for a Quidditch Match. The whole Castle was excited for the Quidditch Match between the experienced and powerful Gryffindor Team and the fresh and strong Hufflepuff team under their new House Captain Cedric Diggory.

While the Golden Trio watched their Housemates carefully for any sign of the Diary or for a Student possessed by it, the rest of the School chattered excitedly. As they were about to leave for the Quidditch Pitch for the Match, Hermione seemed to have a spark of inspiration and let her two friends already go ahead while she run in direction of the Library.

Matthew watched it from his house table as he accompanied his friends during Breakfast, he also registered how Ginny with a vacant look in her eyes followed her.

'Hermione why do you have to be so brilliant but at the same time so foolish. I hope you will learn to be more careful from this experience. Being Petrified will help you to use your genius mind more efficiently rather like a foolish and rash Gryffindor. After all, you are a Ravenclaw!' thought Matthew as he decided to let the events to play out. After all, she would only miss a few weeks of classes. Classes that she probably already memorized by heart.

People left the Great Hall in direction of the Quidditch Pitch, while Harry joined his Teammates in the Cabins. Ron headed for the ranks where his Gryffindor Classmates sat. Meanwhile, Matthew was waiting with his Roommates for the start of the Match. He didn't have to wait long.

The teams walked onto the field to tumultuous applause. Oliver Wood took off for a warm-up flight around the goalposts; Madam Hooch released the balls. The Hufflepuff s, who played in canary yellow, were standing in a huddle, having a last-minute discussion of tactics.

Harry was just mounting his broom when Professor McGonagall came half marching, half running across the pitch, carrying an enormous purple megaphone.

'Why isn't she using the Sonorous Charm.' wondered Matthew as he watched the Headmistress walk onto the pitch already knowing what was going on.

This match has been canceled," Professor McGonagall called through the megaphone, addressing the packed stadium. There were boos and shouts. Oliver Wood, looking devastated, landed and ran toward Professor McGonagall without getting off his broomstick.

"But, Professor!" he shouted. "We've got to play — the cup —Gryffindor —"

Professor McGonagall ignored him and continued to shout through her megaphone:

"All students are to make their way back to the House common rooms, where their Heads of Houses will give them further information. As quickly as you can, please! Mr. Mason if you would join me please."

Then she lowered the megaphone and beckoned Harry over to her.

"Potter, I think you'd better come with me as well..."

While Harry visibly wondered again whether he was a suspect again, Matthew headed for the both of them. Ron detached himself from the complaining crowd; he came running up to them as they set off toward the castle. To their surprise, Professor McGonagall didn't object.

"Yes, perhaps you'd better come, too, Weasley..."

While many students were grumbling and complaining about the cancellation of the Match, some looked worried. Something grave must have happened. Harry, Ron, and Matthew followed Professor McGonagall up the Castle who looked visibly devastated. They walked up the Marble Staircase but didn't head to anybody's Office.

"This will be very hard for you three," said Professor McGonagall in a subdued and sad voice as they approached the infirmary. "There has been another attack... another double attack."

Harry and Ron became very pale as they realized what they were about to see. Meanwhile, Matthew steeled his expression. He suddenly became very worried. The feeling from the start of the year was back.

'Something is wrong.' He realized as he checked his mental map. While Professor McGonagall opened the door to the infirmary. He saw all the victims on the map resting in beds inside the infirmary while they were still petrified. But Hermione wasn't there.

As they entered the Room Madame Pomfrey stood in front of the bed of Penelope Clearwater. The fifth-year Student only one year older than Matthew that became Perfect this year rested in the bed. She wasn't Petrified.

On the bed beside her rested another Person… Hermione.

She wasn't petrified either. Neither was she moving or breathing. Both of them didn't appear on his map. Rather they looked like they were sleeping. Hermione Granger and Penelope Clearwater were dead.

"No—" said Matthew as he stared at them in shock.

"They were found near the library," said Professor McGonagall as she shook her head sadly, "Does any of you have an idea what she was doing there?"

But neither Harry nor Ron heard her at this moment. Both of them stared at Hermione with pale looks on their faces while they didn't move. They stood there petrified. Tears formed in Harry's eyes.

Matthew wasn't either in a condition to talk. Right now his mind was in complete Chaos while only one thought went through his head.

'This is my fault.'

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