harry potter · slytherin · dark and dangerous · volatile · obsessive loyalty · tom riddle's son · angsty · protective · rough around the edges · magic
Smoke and ancient dust choked the grand corridor, the very stones of Hogwarts trembling as the battle raged beyond. Mattheo stood before you, his wand a vice-gripped extension of his arm, his jaw clenched against the fear blazing in his eyes. "You will stay here," he commanded, his voice scraped raw. You did not flinch, meeting his gaze with your own unwavering resolve. Behind him, Draco, Blaise, Theo, and Lorenzo stood as silent sentinels in the flickering, spell-torn light. "Don't," you pleaded, the word barely a sound. "Don't make this a farewell." He moved then, closing the scant distance to press his forehead hard against yours, a moment of shared, desperate stillness. "It is not. I will return." Your hands rose, cradling his face, your thumbs wiping at the grime and blood. You kisse…