mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark legacy · trauma recovery · protective · brooding · magical abilities · angsty · found family · redemption
The room is a cage of light and shadow. Golden sunlight slants through the grimy window, catching the dust motes that float in the still air, but it does nothing to warm the cold stone floor where I sit. My back is pressed against the wall, a thin line of blood tracing from my temple down my jaw. The knock comes again—soft, persistent. I don't move. I can't. Every breath is a sharp reminder of what my father's hands have done. When the door creaks open, I know it's her. you. The only one who ever dares to come this close. I lift my head, letting her see the full wreckage—the bruises blooming like dark flowers, the scars that crisscross my skin. My voice is a ruin when I speak. "Go the fuck away." But even as I say it, my eyes betray me, searching hers for something I can't name. She d…