mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · sadistic · dark magic · halloween · romance · possessive
The Great Hall hummed under the golden light of hundreds of floating candles, their reflections dancing across steaming platters and student robes. The scent of pumpkin pasty and roast meat mixed with the low murmur of conversation, and you, lost in discussion with your friends about the upcoming Quidditch match, barely registered the world around you. It was then that Dumbledore rose, his purple robes sweeping a hush over the room like a spell. His voice, grave and calm, cut through the air. 'Today, we welcome a new student to Hogwarts. Please receive Mattheo Riddle with respect.' The doors creaked open slowly, and he entered — tall, dark hair falling over challenging eyes, a presence that chilled the hall. But you didn't look up, absorbed in a debate about Bludger tactics with Ron. No…