Y/N'S POV:
Hogwarts. 7th year.
Waking up to the dim light of the great lake water shining on the window of my dorm, I squint my eyes awake.
Only half asleep and not knowing what to do next, I got on the floor and started to stretch my muscles, or at least I tried to with the fear of getting a charley horse.
I got from off the floor and walked my limp body to the door of my bathroom, turning the light on so I could see. I put my towel on the bathroom sink, close to where I could grab it.
Feeling the hot water sting my skin as I enter the shower is a comfort feeling for me.
Wrapping the towel around my bare body, getting colder as the steam from the shower disappears, I got dressed in the usual Hogwarts uniform for Slytherins, adding my own small touch with rings, a necklace, and fishnet stockings.
I put eyeliner, eyeshadow, and a bit of lip liner on to match my original lip color since I bite my lips a lot from anxiety and boredom.
Noticing I was late for breakfast, I quickly put my everyday shoes on and grabbed my bookbag while turning the light of my dorm off.
Speed walking my tired feet to the great hall I opened the large oak doors to see everyone talking with their friends. Wishing I had people to look up from their breakfast and call me over, I sat down at the middle of the table.
Alone.
Like I've always done for the past 6 years.
Grabbing a small amount of food for the big hunger in my belly, I slowly started eating, waiting for Dumbledore to make his daily announcements like he does every year. Unlike other students, I actually listen.
As the podium owl moves its wings, silencing everyone, the students turn their heads to the front.
"Good morning all, as we start this new year I would like to introduce you to the newest member of our school."
"Mattheo Riddle"
That last name. Whether someone was looking at Dumbledore or just zoning out not paying attention, everyone's eyes shifted over to the opening doors of the Great hall.
Tall.
Dark brown hair.
A noticeable scar on the right side of his eye.
A sharp ass jawline that can cut through literal diamonds.
His lips were in a thin line, his resting face firm.
"What is he doing here"
"You-know-who has a son?"
"He's kinda hot though"
Whispers and murmurs were spread throughout the Great hall about this boy as he walked down the aisle between the two house tables.
Eye contact.
The first encounter I had with this boy was eye contact.
His eyes shifted to my eyes.
Emotionless.
His whole face screamed of no emotion at all.
Slightly shifting my eyes away from him, I looked down at my lap not paying attention to the sorting hat screaming "SLYTHERIN!"
Of course you-know-who's son gets placed into Slytherin. I wonder if he's like his father.
Evil.
Psychotic.
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Alone; Mattheo Riddle
FanfictionY/n. Alone. At Hogwarts. No friends by her side. New boy at school whos father is not to be named. Y/n finds a liking to this boy whos father is not to be named. He's not able to love even though to the looks of it, he's fallen for another girl. Int...
