—THE WIZARDING WORLD WOULD BE SHOCKED TO FIND OUT THAT THE SLYTHERIN SIX WERE IN MUGGLE LONDON. But they were. It was Blaise's idea, and the others merely said, "Why not?". Ares knew all the reasons why not, though, but kept quiet.
They were standing in a sketchy alley when Blaise took something out of his pocket.
Theo frowned in confusion. "What is that?"
"Muggle cigarettes," replied Blaise as he took one out from the pack in his hands and gave the boys each one, while the two girls refused.
Blaise took out a lighter and lit it up for each of them. "You inhale then exhale," he said, showing them how it was done.
Ares's nose wrinkled at the smell. He still gave it a try though. He coughed when he tried exhaling the smoke.
As did Theo.
Draco, meanwhile, was almost a pro at it. Almost as if he had done this before.
Ares eyed Draco in suspicion. "Have you done this before?"
Draco and Blaise shared a look. "Maybe," muttered Draco as he put the cigarette to his lips.
"It smells horrible," pointed out Daphne, earning an agreeing nod from Pansy.
Ares put the cigarette to his lips and tried again. This time, he exhaled it correctly.
Pansy took a bottle out from the bag she had with her. "Firewhiskey," she explained when they looked at her in confusion.
Blaise's eyes lightened up as he threw his cigarette onto the floor and crushed it with his foot. He took the bottle of firewhiskey from Pansy and opened it, drinking directly from it.
He wrinkled his nose in disgust as he swallowed it. However, he welcomed the burning sensation at the back of his throat.
Pansy took it from him and put it to her lips.
Ares, meanwhile, continued to smoke. Draco crushed his cigarette with his foot, as well, and joined Pansy and Blaise.
"Don't we have a reservation in a few minutes for a restaurant?" Daphne asked with raised brows.
Theo nodded and held her hand.
She blushed.
He also threw his cigarette onto the floor and crushed it. "Dude," Theo said when the smoke coming from Ares's lips reached him. He tried making it go away by waving his hand side to side.
"Sorry," muttered Ares unapologetically. He continued taking drags from the muggle thing in his hand.
He quite enjoyed it.
"Where did you get this, Blaise?" He asked Blaise, who pointed to a muggle shop at the corner. "Go get me a pack or two."
Blaise nodded and went to do exactly that.
"I heard it's very bad for your lungs," advised Pansy.
Ares raised an eyebrow. "And alcohol isn't bad?"
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Still."
Blaise walked back to them three minutes later, giving Ares the two packs of cigarettes he got for the boy. "Don't get too addicted."
"I'll try," said Ares sarcastically.
✫ ✫ ✫
Ares ignored Harry's letters.
He had one in his hands right now. He was reading in his room when the familiar white owl flew in and gave him a letter.
He opened the envelope and took the letter out, starting to read it.
"Riddle,
I know you're ignoring my letters. This will be the last one I'll send, I promise. I'm sorry. About everything.
-H.J.P"
Ares looked back at the dark arts books in his room and then back at the letter.
He bit his lip in thought.
Two options were in front of him.
Two options that would both lead him to very different paths in life.
The first option was become a dark lord. Like how it was expected from him. He would become the next dark lord and have to kill Harry Potter in the end. That was what was expected from him.
The second option was..
The second option was be with Harry Potter. Have a relationship with the boy he was supposed to kill.
Ares did not know which one to choose.
He knew that even if he became a dark lord, he would not kill Harry Potter. Not unless Harry gave him a reason to do so.
This was a very hard decision for Ares.
Become the next Dark Lord.. or Harry Potter..
The next dark lord.
Harry Potter.
The next dark lord—
Oh, fuck it.
Ares grabbed a quill and parchment and started writing.
"Potter,
Do not quit sending me letters. In fact, write to me more.
-A.S.R"
He put it in an envelope and gave it to Hedwig. "Harry Potter," he said.
Hedwig hooted and flew away.
Ares sat down on his bed and pursed his lips.
He chose Harry Potter.
Harry Potter, with his ridiculously messy hair and blind eyes. Harry Potter with his ridiculously cute grin and pink cheeks. Harry Potter with his obnoxious laugh and bold personality.
Ares Riddle chose that.
"Don't make me regret this, Potter." Ares whispered to no one in particular as he put his head in his hands and groaned.
Why couldn't he have both at the same time?
The world was so cruel.
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Ares Salazar Riddle| a hp fanfic
Fanfiction↳in which ares salazar riddle, the dark lord's son, has to choose between being the next dark lord or be with the boy he loves, who was supposed to be his enemy. ── .✦ harry potter x oc ── .✦ villain pov ── .✦ forbidden love, enemies to lovers...
