Disclaimer: I only own Matthew!
A.N. He is a muggle.
The day I died I died happy as I died at her hands. The hands of my beautiful killer.
12 year old Matthew Green was wandering, just wandering. Not going anywhere impiticular. That was when he first saw her. His beautiful killer. She looked about his age her glossy black curls where shining in the moonlight and her black-brown eyes where glinting with vilonce, he thought she looked like a dark angel but more mad. He was drawn to her like she was a magnet. A beautiful, dark, magnet...no I can't think that he thought, I don't even know her. He ran away, scared to feel how he did for her