Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

A Love Never Forgotten

Word Count: 871

The dungeons of Hogwarts had always been a place of shadows, a labyrinth of dimly lit corridors and whispered secrets. It was here at the heart of the Slytherin's liar, that a love story began–one that would be remembered by generations.

Mattheo Riddle was a Slytherin through and through. With his dark brown hair, chocolate eyes, and a reputation for cunning that rivaled even the most notorious of his house, Mattheo was the embodiment of everything people expected from a Slytherin. He was ambitious, fiercely intelligent, and perhaps most importantly, untouchable. No one dared to cross him, and few ever got close enough to know the boy behind the icy exterior.

But all that changed when Y/N L/N transferred to Hogwarts their fifth year.

Y/N was a mystery from the moment she stepped foot in the Great Hall. She was sorted into Ravenclaw, her intellect shining through in every class, but there was an air of enigma about her that drew people in. She was quiet but not shy, reserved yet confident, and she had a way of looking at the world that made it seem as though she was always seeing something others couldn't.

Mattheo noticed her immediately. At first, it was just curiosity–a Ravenclaw girl who didn't seem impressed by his name or reputation. But as the days turned into weeks, his interest grew into something far more potent. He found himself seeking her out in the library, stealing glances across the potions classroom, and lingering in the halls where he knew she would pass.

And then, one evening, it happened.

The moon was high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the castle grounds. Mattheo Riddle had ventured out of the dungeons, restless and unable to sleep, when he found her standing by the Black Lake. She was alone, gazing out over the water, lost in thought. For a moment, he hesitated. But something pulled him forward, and before he knew it, he was standing beside her.

"You're out late," he remarked, his voice breaking the stillness of the night.

She turned to him, her eyes meeting his with a calmness that took him by surprise. "So are you."

Riddle smirked. "I could say the same. But I doubt you're out here causing trouble."

"Not tonight," she replied, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "And you?"

He shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Just needed some air."

They stood in silence for a while, the only sound the gentle lapping of the water against the shore. It was strange, Mattheo thought, how comfortable the silence was with her. He was used to filling the gaps with sharp words or calculated charm, but with Y/N, there was no need.

Eventually, she spoke again, her voice soft. "You know, people talk about you."

"They talk about everyone," he replied.

"Yes," she agreed, "but they talk about you more. They're afraid of you."

He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing.

"But I'm not," she continued, her gaze returning to the lake. "I've seen enough in my life to know that fear is usually misplaced."

Mattheo studied her, his curiosity piqued. "And what do you see when you look at me?"

She was quiet for a moment, then looked at him with an intensity that made his breath catch. "I see someone who's more than the rumors. Someone who's hiding a lot more than he lets on."

For the first time in a long while, Mattheo felt exposed. She was right, of course, but he wasn't used to anyone seeing past the walls he had so carefully constructed. And yet, instead of pushing her away, he found himself wanting to let her in.

Over the next few months, they grew closer. Their meetings by the lake became a nightly ritual and soon, they were inseparable. They challenged each other, pushed one another to be better, and found solace in one another's company. Mattheo, who had always prided himself on his independence, discovered that he couldn't imagine life without Y/N by his side.

But their love was not without its challenges. The whispers around the castle grew louder, the rumors much more vicious. A Slytherin and a Ravenclaw–it was unheard of, and many tried to tear them apart. But they stood firm, their bond Unbreakable.

One night, as they sat beneath the stars, Mattheo took Y/N's hand in his. "No matter what happens, I want you to know that I'm with you. Always."

Y/N smiled, leaning her head against his shoulder. "And I, with you."

Their love became legendary, a story passed down through the years. It was said that no one had ever seen a Slytherin so devoted, so changed by love. And though they faced trials and hardships, their love only grew stronger, a beacon of light in the darkness of the castle.

In the end, it wasn't their differences that defined them, but their unwavering commitment to each other. Mattheo Riddle and Y/N L/N's love story became a part of Hogwarts' history, a tale of passion, loyalty, and the power of love to transcend even the deepest divides. And long after they were gone, their names were spoken with reverence, a reminder that even in the most unlikely places, love could flourish and endure forever.

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