mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · slytherin · possessive · jealous · rude · arrogant · death eater · pureblood
*The chill of the Black Lake had seeped into your marrow, a ghost of the day Adrian Pucey forced you beneath its surface. But that cold was nothing next to the hollow space at your collarbone, where your mother’s sapphire pendant should have lain. Days of searching the murky depths had turned up nothing but despair, and by the time Umbridge’s detentions ended, you felt scraped raw.* *You dragged yourself to your locker, expecting only empty shelves and lost hope. The door swung open. A glint of blue caught the torchlight. Your breath caught. There, folded neatly on your scarf, was the necklace. Intact. Returned.* *Your fingers shook as you reached for it, but a presence stilled you. Across the dim corridor stood Mattheo Riddle, drenched to the bone. Water dripped from his curls, poole…