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Mattheo Riddle

It had been a hard year.

Headmistress McGonagall had asked all students in Hogwarts at the time to redo the last two years of their education.

People had been scarred from the battle, delighting in seeing the place they had called home for so many years to be rebuilt. Physical and mental scars still remained though, the older students feeling the strain in particular.

Mattheo awoke most nights to nightmares about his father. Don't get him wrong, he was glad he was dead, but it still hurt that his own father was more obsessed with Harry Potter other than his own son. Still, life moved on. Besides, Mattheo was not concerned about himself.

He was concerned for Y/N.

He had spent six years listening to them swan around the common room singing whatever they felt at the top of their lungs. He and his friends often encouraged them to do little concerts to the first years- who lapped it up. At most parties, Y/N got up to sing and everyone just accepted it as part of their lives.

Not a melody had been sung in six months.

The repeated seventh year was well under way. And no one had heard a peep from Y / N and Mattheo was getting worried. Pansy, Theo, Blaise, Lorenzo and Draco were getting worried.

Extremely worried.

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Mattheo sat reading in the common room, Pansy and Theo cuddled up in the sofa next to his armchair. Blaise and Draco sat on the floor by the couch, catching up on homework. Y/N came bouncing through the portrait, running up to their friends. "Guys, guys, look what Slughorn just have me." They held out a potted plant to the group, purple leaves with a slight glow and a bright orange centre. It was a beautiful plant. Y/N was obviously pleased with it because they giggled and ran upstairs with a skip after telling their friends they needed to water it.

Mattheo stared after them with a starstruck look, one which didn't go unnoticed by his friends. Draco smirked and told him to shut his mouth before he caught flies. Mattheo was about to retort when they heard humming from upstairs. A melody Y/N used to love to sing before the battle- one of their favourites.  They all turned their heads, hearing a faint voice whispering lyrics.

It took them back to good times, evenings spent watching Y/N dancing around the common room, humming to themselves. Times when they'd just burst into song. They missed those times.

They missed their friend.

The voice began to get louder, Y/N belting the lyrics towards the end of the song. The gang were pleased she found her voice again,and it seemed the common room was to. Younger students who had never heard this before were confused, looking worried, but the older students smiled to themselves and nodded their heads in time with the song.

As Y/N began another song without wavering, Mattheo blushed as he thought about how amazing they were and how he was beyond happy they found their sound again. He couldn't live without it.

As he closed his eyes and lay back his head, his friends shook theirs at him. It was so obvious that boy was in love.

So obvious.