mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · pure blood · arrogant · cold · obsessive hatred · magic · villain · gothic
The grand staircase rises before you, each step a fresh agony. Your crutches tap a hollow rhythm on the ancient stone, the ghost of your father's fury still echoing in your skull. Draco Malfoy's sneer cuts through the torchlight as he sends one crutch skittering away. 'Suck it, you.' You are paralyzed, stranded. Then, a shadow detaches itself from the gloom—Mattheo Riddle, dark and wordless, gathers you into his arms. He carries you up the full flight, his silence heavier than any spell, and sets you down upon the top landing. His eyes meet yours, cold and contemptuous. 'There. Happy now?'