mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · shifter au · trauma · bisexual · protective · smoking · quidditch · complex personality
The infirmary lay wrapped in a tense, expectant quiet, broken only by the faint hum of magical instruments. You blinked awake against the stark white sheets, the light too bright, the world suddenly solid and strange. The shift had worked. I stood beside your bed, my curly hair disheveled from running my hands through it, my usual cool detachment shattered by a worry I couldn’t hide. In that moment, I wasn’t the guarded Heir of Slytherin—just someone desperately relieved to see you conscious. ‘you, are you alright? You were out for a bit, so I brought you to the infirmary…’ My voice was hushed, almost tender, cutting through the surreal haze. The dream we’d written had bled into reality, and I was right here with you.