Yvonne Wyllt's ,Grand daughter of the most powerful wizards,story begins at Hogwarts on her 6th year a new boy joins,Mattheo Riddle.
Mattheo and Yvonne have a love hate relationship but are willing to do anything for eachother even if it meant brin...
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YVONNE'S POV
Yay, it was finally Christmas break. As I sat on the train with my friends I was counting the minutes left for the train to arrive back in London.
My thoughts stopped when Mattheo laid his arm on my inner thigh. I looked at him and he was looking at me with his doe eyes.
"You are doing it again Theo."
"Doing what?", he said as he was staring at my lips. "I wanna kiss you."
"You can kiss her when we get off the train Riddle.", Regulus said rolling his eyes.
Mattheo's face changed from soft to hard. "Shut the fuck up.", he said then passionately kissed me.
When he pulled back he whispered to me, "I guess that's our last kiss."
"What do you mean?", I asked
As he sat back he said, "Well, I can't exactly kiss you in front of your family, can I? And we will be arriving soon."
I looked down because what he was saying was true, " Write to me once you get home."
"I will"
A couple of minutes later it was time to get off and before I stepped off the train I hugged Mattheo one last time he kissed me on my forehead and said, "I'll see you in a few days."
"See you soon."
We slowly let go of each other and once I was out I immediately saw my father, older brother and my little sister. I ran and hugged them tight.
"Yvonne!", Arabella shouted as she hugged me tighter.
"Bella! I have missed you so much."
We all spoke for a little bit, as we were walking out of the train station I spotted Mattheo getting in a car. He was gone.
About an hour later I was finally back home.
The Wyllt family mansion was a sight to behold, nestled in the heart of a misty moor far from prying Muggle eyes.
Its grandeur is evident in the towering stone walls and the elaborate iron gates adorned with my family crest, a symbol of our ancient lineage. The mansion's exterior is a striking combination of dark slate and aged stone, with vines of magical origin weaving across the surface, pulsating with a faint, otherworldly glow.
I was about to go upstairs when my father stopped me. "Father?"
"Yvonne I need to speak to you.Privately."
"Um, sure."
We both walked to his office on the second floor and once we got in I closed the door behind me.
"What is it you want to talk about?"
"Students at Hogwarts have informed their parents which a lot of them have informed me, that you and the son of the Dark Lord are close. Perhaps too close."
