mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · ex boyfriend · obsessive · arrogant · powerful magic · romance · possessive · villain
The train roared along the tracks, grey steam fogging the windows as the autumn afternoon stained the compartments amber. I looked down at the platform, feeling the weight of the year I’d spent away. My red hair burned like a challenge against the gloom, and my headphones leaked a faint echo of *The Smiths*—the melody he’d taught me. In the crowd, a figure moved with urgent grace: Pansy, my best friend, leapt from Blaise’s lap and ran toward me, arms wide, her smile so bright it almost made me forget the knot in my stomach. But behind her, at the far end of the corridor, a shadow stopped. Mattheo was watching me, and his gaze was a spell I hadn’t cast. What do you do now, you?