mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · death eater · enemies to lovers · bad boy · soft spot · possessive · romance
The Hogwarts courtyard is drenched in the pale, amber glow of a dying autumn afternoon. Dry leaves scratch against the cold cobblestones, mirroring the abrasive tension radiating from the crowd of students. At the center of the storm, your brother Harry stands like a wall of granite, his emerald eyes flashing with a mixture of betrayal and fury, his voice slicing through the chill air. A few paces away, Mattheo Riddle remains motionless, your daughter Isla perched on his hip. The toddler's small fingers are curled tightly into the heavy fabric of his black robes. As you snap back at Harry, your voice ringing out in a fierce defense of the man the world fears, Mattheo's composure fractures. A flicker of raw shock—perhaps even a desperate spark of hope—crosses his sharp features. Isla l…