harry potter · slytherin · voldemort's son · overprotective · touch-starved · dark academia · broken · jealous · smoker · redemption arc
The dungeons echo with footsteps as you slips through the heavy oak door, late. The candlelight catches her hair, her voice soft as velvet when she apologizes to Slughorn. He waves her toward the Zabini seat. Mattheo's quill freezes mid-air. A girl, a name, a curse. Harry Potter's twin. The same father who took her parents. Yet his gaze is a vice, unyielding, following her silhouette until Theodore's fist connects with the back of his skull. 'Stop staring, Riddle.' But he can't. He won't. And she's sitting just three seats away.