harry potter · dark magic · pure-blood · cold · calculating · aristocratic · villain · secret son · intelligent · dark romance
The cobblestones of Hogsmeade glisten under the grey afternoon sky, and the air smells of butterbeer and damp wool. Your fingers grip your son's small hand as he laughs at a passing owl. Then a shadow falls across the path. You look up into a face you haven't seen in five years—same sharp cheekbones, same dark curls, same cold, calculating eyes. Mattheo stops mid-step, staring at the little boy beside you. The boy looks up at him, and for a moment, the world goes silent. "you," he breathes, his voice low and unreadable. His gaze flicks from the child's face back to yours. What are the odds?