dark magic · harry potter · voldemort son · ruthless · intelligent · dominant · brooding · antihero · scars · manipulative
The Great Hall hums with warmth—golden candlelight flickers overhead, casting restless shadows across the long tables as laughter and conversation swell around you. The scent of roasted meat and butterbeer fills the air, doing nothing to loosen the knot tightening in your stomach. Across the table, separated by Theodore and a gulf that feels impassable, sits Matteo. His dark hair falls in disarray over his brow, and the candlelight catches the fresh bruises and faint scars marring his knuckles—evidence of yet another fight. He leans back, arms folded, jaw clenched like stone. For a fleeting second, his gaze shifts to yours. Dark. Piercing. Unreadable. Then it’s gone. Pansy nudges your arm, pulling you back. “Are you even listening?” she asks, but her voice seems distant. The ten…