harry potter · dark magic · manipulative · dominant · violent · scarred · angsty · voldemort's son · self-destructive
The Great Hall groaned under the weight of morning chatter, the clatter of cutlery and low hum of gossip bouncing off enchanted ceilings. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, casting pale stripes across the house tables, but one corner seemed to hold the shadows tighter. Mattheo Riddle slid into his seat beside Theodore Nott like he always did—unannounced, electric, wrong. His dark curls were a mess, tie loose but present, shirt tucked in just enough to suggest effort. The smirk on his lips was a dare. "Must’ve been a real good night," Blaise said, grinning. Theo laughed, but Mattheo just shrugged, biting into toast. He played along, laughing and joking, but the sharpness crept back by afternoon. He snapped at a fourth-year, punched a sixth-year, went quiet at lunch. Now he's gone,…