Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

The Lost Slytherin

Song Inspo: Once Upon A December - Anastasia

Word Count: 852

The worn, creaky floorboards of the orphanage always made the same groaning sound whenever Y/N stepped on them. After seventeen years, she had memorized every creak, every drafty corner, and every dark hallway. The orphanage was all she had known since she was a little girl, ever since that terrible accident that had wiped her memory clean. She didn't know where she came from, who her family was, or even her real name. Helena was the name the matron had given her, a name as empty as the memories that refused to surface.

She had always felt different. Not just because of the amnesia, but because of something else—a deep, lingering sensation that she didn't belong in this world. There were moments when strange things would happen around her. Objects would move on their own, lights would flicker when she was upset, and on more than one occasion, her emotions seemed to trigger small bursts of energy. The other children whispered about her behind her back, calling her strange, calling her cursed.

It was on the eve of her seventeenth birthday when everything changed. She had been sitting by the window, staring out at the darkened streets, when a knock echoed through the quiet orphanage. The matron answered the door, her voice rising in surprise as she greeted the visitor. Curious, Y/N leaned closer to the window to get a better look at who it could be. No one ever visited the orphanage at this hour.

Standing at the entrance was a tall man, cloaked in dark robes. His face was half-hidden beneath the shadow of his hood, but there was something about him—an air of authority, of power—that sent a shiver down Y/N's spine.

"Helena," the matron called, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "You have a visitor."

Y/N hesitated, her heart racing as she descended the stairs. She had never had a visitor before, not in all her years at the orphanage. When she reached the bottom, the young man turned to face her, and for a moment, she felt as if he could see straight through her.

"Y/N," he said in a deep, measured voice. "I've been searching for you for a long time."

She blinked in confusion. "Who are you? I'm sorry sir, but that's not my name--you must have me confused with someone else."

"My name is Mattheo Riddle," the man replied, lowering his hood to reveal a stern yet kind face lined with age. "And I believe you are the last of the Blackthorne family, a bloodline that was thought to be lost forever. Your true name is Y/N Blackthorne"

Y/N stared at him, her mind reeling. "Blackthorne? I don't know what you're talking about. I don't remember anything from before the accident. I'm just... I'm just an orphan."

Mattheo shook his head gently. "You may not remember, but your magic is undeniable. You are a witch, Y/N , from a powerful family that once held great influence in the wizarding world. Your parents... they were lost in a tragic event when you were very young. You were the only survivor, and after the accident, you were brought here. But your past cannot stay hidden forever. It's time for you to return to where you belong."

"Magic?" Y/N whispered, the word tasting foreign and strange on her tongue. But as soon as he said it, something clicked deep inside her. The strange occurrences, the unexplainable moments—was it possible that she had magic in her veins all along?

"Come with me," Mattheo said, his voice gentle but firm. "There's a place where you can learn to control your magic, where you can rediscover who you are. A place called Hogwarts."

Hogwarts. The name sent a strange thrill through her, as if some distant, forgotten part of her recognized it. Without fully understanding why, Y/N nodded. She had always felt out of place here, like a puzzle piece that didn't fit. Maybe this was the answer she had been searching for.

The journey to Hogwarts was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Riddle explained everything to her—about the magical world, about the legacy of the Blackthorne family, and about the dangers that still lurked in the shadows. She learned that her family had been targeted by dark forces, and that she had been hidden away for her own protection. But now, with the wizarding world recovering from the aftermath of the Second Wizarding War, it was safe for her to return.

When they finally arrived at the gates of Hogwarts, Y/N felt an overwhelming sense of awe. The towering castle, with its turrets and glowing windows, seemed both intimidating and inviting. As she stepped through the gates, she felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling of belonging that she had never known before.

"This is where you were always meant to be," Mattheo said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Welcome home, Y/N Blackthorne."

For the first time in her life, Y/N didn't feel lost. She didn't feel like an orphan with no past and no future. She was a witch, and she had a legacy to reclaim. And as she walked through the ancient halls of Hogwarts, she knew that her journey was only just beginning.

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I'm sorry if this didn't make much sense. I was watching Anastasia while writing this and the movie gave me some inspiration. I hope you liked it though!

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