mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · sarcastic · protective · trauma · romance · animagus · voldemort son
The cold stone corridors of Hogwarts were quiet, lit only by the flickering light of torches. A faint smell of damp and old parchment hung in the air. You had just left the charms classroom, heart light with the gift crafted for Mattheo, when their voices drifted around the corner — Enzo's laugh sharp, Mattheo's low and careful. "The bet was you." The words hit like a hex to the chest, and your feet carried you away before your mind caught up. Footsteps echoed behind you, faster. "you, please just let me explain. I know this sounds bad." You stopped, spine rigid, refusing to turn.