The Chosen One (MattheoRiddle x Ophelia)

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The next morning, I woke up hurriedly and headed to my father's office. The dungeons were dark and damp, with stone walls and low ceilings. The air was chilly and musty, and the lighting was dim, casting shadows on the walls. The corridors were narrow and winding, with torches and sconces providing the only source of light. The overall atmosphere was eerie and foreboding, making it a fitting location for my father.

As I approached the door, I could hear the sound of my father, Professor Snape, working on some potions. Slowly opening the door I approached the chair and sat in front of the desk. Without looking up from his work, he continued "There's a Triwizard tournament going to be held in Hogwarts." He said in his cold emotionless tone.

"I suggest you steer clear of any trouble related to the Triwizard Tournament, Ophelia. It would be in your best interest to focus on your studies and not get involved in any extracurricular activities." His voice was stern, and intimidating, with a hint of warning cause he knew I had a reputation for being messy and causing problems.

"Dad-" but instantly he cut me off with raising his left hand.

"Fine I'll be a good girl and won't cause any trouble professor Snape." I stood up and turned my heels to leave his office.

"Still I don't believe you. " I could sense a smirk forming on his lips as I finally left his office thudding the door behind.

I took my usual seat between Pansy and another Slytherin girl whose name I barely knew. I glanced around the Great Hall, taking in the familiar faces of my classmates and the grandeur of the room itself. Soon, the old bearded man that was Dumbledore stood at his usual royal spot, commanding the attention of everyone in the room.

"Good evening, students," Dumbledore began, his voice booming across the hall. "I trust you are all well after your summer break. I have an announcement to make that I believe will be of great interest to you all."

I leaned forward in her seat, eyes fixed on the headmaster as he spoke.

"The Triwizard Tournament will be held this year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Dumbledore continued. "For those of you who are unfamiliar with the tournament, it is a competition between three schools of magic: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons Academy, and Durmstrang Institute."

I felt a sense of excitement and anticipation wash over myself. I had heard about the Triwizard Tournament before, but had never witnessed it firsthand and now I got the chance to play with fire.

"As you know, the tournament is a dangerous and challenging event," Dumbledore said, his tone grave. "Only students who are of age may enter their name into the Goblet of Fire, which will choose the champions for each school."

I glanced around the hall, wondering who among these stupid witches and wizards would be brave enough to enter their name into the Goblet of Fire.

"And now," Dumbledore, the oldy moldy man whom we often refer to as headmaster, said, his voice rising, "I ask that you all join me in welcoming our guests from Beauxbatons Academy and Durmstrang Institute!"

The doors at the end of the hall opened, and everyone watched as the students from the other schools entered the Great Hall. I couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust at their exotic and foreign appearance.

As the students took their seats, I felt a sense of excitement and anticipation building inside me. I  couldn't wait to see what plans I'll act upon to ruin this whole tournament.

I know my mischievous nature will led me to devise a plan to cause a bit of trouble but that's fine at least I'll enjoy it. As the foreign members were introduced, I began to clap forcefully, hoping to draw attention to myself, to let people know how happy I'm of this new adventure. I felt someone staring at me, causing me to turn my head side to side in paranoia. But unfortunately I found nothing and gave a big fake smile, hoping to hide my true intentions. My father, a proud man, watched as I clapped, unaware of my true motives. Continuing to clap, my hands had grown sore, but I was determined to make an impression. As the clapping died down, I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that I had caused a stir.

After the Triwizard Tournament announcement ceremony, we all headed back to our respective classes. My next class was Defence Against the Dark Arts, which I loved the most yet was terrified to spell. As I walked with Draco and his goblin friends towards the second floor, he suddenly asked me, ''Do you know about Polyjuice Potions, you little potion master?'' I looked at him, feeling mischievous, and replied, ''Yeah, I do. And I hope one day I'll turn into a ferret and scare the hell out of you.'' We both laughed, but I could tell he was irritated.

When we reached the classroom, Hermione's usual seat was empty. I settled into my usual spot and gave her a little smile when she arrived. ''Hey!'' she exclaimed, surprised that a Slytherin was being polite to her. I am a bad bitch, but unexpectedly, I can be good sometimes. I rolled my eyes playfully and settled in for the lesson.

A heavily scarred and weathered face, with a chunk of his nose missing was a man who entered the classroom. He has a large chunk of his right ear missing, and a chunk of his leg has also been removed. His magical eye was large, round, and electric blue, with a pupil that spins like a revolving camera. He was wearing a long, dark coat.

"Alastor Moody" he introduced himself.

"Ex Auror" suddenly paused the continued "Ministry malcontent." Turning around, his eyes scanning the whole class "...and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"Any questions?" he's eyes were transfixed on the one who lived

The dead silence was so thick that it seemed to smother me. It was as if the air had been sucked out of the room, leaving evveryone gasping for breath. The silence was oppressive, suffocating, and I couldn't bear it any longer. I had to break it, had to shatter it, had to do anything to make it go away. But something inside me oppressed me to even bring a word at the tip of my tongue as if someone is controlling my body.

"When it comes to dark arts I believe in practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?"

Hermione and I together raised our hands when all of a sudden the moody guy snapped towards us.

"Yes Miss Slytherin." His voice was tinged with suspicion and paranoia.

"I'm Ophelia Snape sir. There are three unforgivable curse." I felt a surge of confidence as I spoke.

"That's great so now I want you Miss Snape to cast an unforgivable curse on this creature." He reached for his pocket and took out a tiny spider. A sense of confusion washed over me as I stared at the small creature.

Although I may have a mischievous streak and enjoy causing trouble at times, I could never bring myself to inflict harm upon another living creature. Yet as I stood before this man, my patience dwindling with each passing second, I felt a sudden urge to unleash my fury upon him. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and all of my pent-up frustration and anger was bubbling to the surface. I could feel my pulse quickening, my breaths coming in short gasps. It was a visceral reaction, one that I couldn't seem to control. I wanted to lash out, to cause pain, to make him feel the same sense of helplessness and rage that I was experiencing. It was a dangerous impulse, one that I knew I needed to suppress before it consumed me entirely.

"Cast the Cruciatus Curse, Miss Snape" in a gruff, authoritative tone, with a piercing gaze and a stern expression he said. His shoulders squared and his posture upright.

As I gazed into his eyes, I felt a wave of fear wash over me. My fingers trembled as I raised my wand, the weight of its power suddenly feeling heavy in my hand. My body shook with a mix of anticipation and dread, the adrenaline coursing through my veins like a raging river. It was a moment of reckoning, a test of my courage and my will. I knew that I had to act, that I had to summon every ounce of strength within me to face this challenge head-on. It was a moment of truth, a defining moment that would shape the course of my life forever. And yet, despite my fear and my trembling, I stood my ground, my eyes locked onto his, my wand raised high, ready to do battle.

"Crucio" a voice suddenly echoed from behind me. I turned to see Mattheo Riddle standing in the corner, his body radiating confidence and power. The others in the room were shocked and surprised, their eyes wide with disbelief.

And then, in a sudden burst of movement, a spider leapt into the air, writhing in pain and suffering. I could feel the intensity of Mattheo's gaze as he looked directly into my soul, his dark brown eyes piercing me to my very core.

It was a moment of pure electricity, a charged silence that spoke volumes without a single word being uttered. In that instant, I knew that I was in the presence of something truly extraordinary, something that would change the course of my life forever.