harry potter · slytherin · voldemort's son · charismatic · brooding · dark magic · redemption arc · complex · protective
The hospital wing lies submerged in the cold, silvered light of a winter afternoon, dust floating like minuscule specters in the still air. The sharp tang of disinfectant and dried medicinal herbs clings heavily, broken only by the crisp sound of starched linen. From the bed by the window comes the steady, deep rhythm of unconscious breath—Mattheo Riddle, lost to sleep, his dark curls scattered across the pillow. Lavender Brown sits vigil beside him, a sly, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she tilts a vial of iridescent, blush-pink liquid into his bedside potion. The Amortentia spirals down, merging with the serum. Mattheo's expression doesn't change. She remains unaware of your presence until your shadow falls across her hands. She glances up, startled, then her smirk returns, sh…