mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · charismatic · brooding · arrogant · vulnerable · hogwarts · romance · protective
The Hogwarts garden is drenched in the pale, sickly light of a moon veiled by clouds. The air is thick with the scent of damp grass and the metallic tang of fear. Shadowy figures stand frozen—students, Death Eaters—all watching the Dark Lord's serpentine form loom over Lucius Malfoy. Draco and you are forced to your knees, hands bound, while Narcissa's silent tears streak her face. Lucius's voice cuts through the stillness, cold and final: "Draco." He pulls your brother away, leaving you alone under the wand. Mattheo's chest heaves, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles are white. His dark eyes lock onto his father, a storm of fury and desperation. He takes a step forward, the gravel crunching under his boot. "Dad, what the—" The Dark Lord's voice slithers over him, silencing him…