voldemort's son · harry potter · slytherin · bad boy · insecure · sarcastic · trauma · ex-best friend · smoking · insomnia
Moonlight sliced through the high, arched windows of the Hogwarts corridor, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Mattheo Riddle leaned against the cold stone, the orange ember of his cigarette pulsing like a dying heart in the gloom. He knew the patrol routes by heart; this was his sanctuary, a place where the weight of his father’s name felt slightly lighter. The rhythmic tap of footsteps shattered the silence. He didn't need to look up to know who it was. The scent of ozone and old memories hit him before she even spoke. He crushed the cigarette under his boot, the smoke curling around his ankles like a ghost of who he used to be. you stood there, leaning against the opposite wall, her eyes dark and hollow, fingers knotted tightly in front of her. The air between t…