Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Who is She?

Word Count: 827

The dungeons of Hogwarts were quiet, the stone corridors lit dimly by flickering torches. Most students had retreated to their common rooms, but Mattheo Riddle preferred the solitude of the empty halls. As a Slytherin, he was used to the shadows, finding comfort in the silence that enveloped the dungeons at night.

As he rounded a corner, Mattheo noticed something strange. The air had grown colder, and a faint acne of roses mixed with iron hung in the air. He paused, his sharp instincts alerting him that he was no longer alone.

At the end of the corridor, standing in the shadows, was a figure. A girl, with long dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall of night. Her skin was glowing–not bright, but shining enough to where you could notice her in the dim moonlight. Her eyes, deep and crimson, locked onto his with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

Mattheo had seen many things at Hogwarts, but he had never encountered anyone like her.

"You're not supposed to be here," Mattheo said, his voice steady despite the unease creeping up his spine. He had never been one to back down, even when faced with the unknown.

The girl stepped forward, her movements graceful and fluid, like a predator stalking its prey. Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile.

"And yet, here I am," she replied, her voice smooth as silk, carrying an accent that Mattheo couldn't quite place. It was ancient, timeless, as if she had lived for centuries. "But the same could be said for you, Slytherin."

Mattheo narrowed his eyes, studying her. There was something different about her, something that didn't belong in the halls of Hogwarts. "Who are you?" he asked, his curiosity piqued despite his better judgment.

The girl's smile widened, revealing a set of sharp fangs that glinted in the torchlight. "My name is Y/N," she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. "And I suppose you could say... I'm not quite like the other students here."

"A vampire," Mattheo breathed, the realization hitting him like a bucket of cold water. His instincts had been right–she was dangerous, something dark and forbidden. But there was also a strange allure about her, something that drew him in despite the danger.

Y/N took another step forward, her eyes never leaving his. "Does that frighten you, Mattheo Riddle?" she asked, her tone teasing, almost playful.

Mattheo's heart raced, but he forced himself to remain calm, his Slytherin pride refusing to let him show any weakness. "No," he said, his voice firm. "It doesn't frighten me. But it does make me wonder... what is a vampire doing here at Hogwarts?"

Y/N's expression softened, a hint of sadness flickering in her crimson eyes. "I'm here for the same reason as you, Mattheo," she said quietly. "To learn. To find my place in a world that doesn't quite understand me."

Mattheo was silent, his mind racing. He had always felt like an outsider, even among his own house. But looking at Y/N, he realized that perhaps she understood that feeling better than anyone else.

"Then I suppose you've found the right place," Mattheo said, his tone softer now, almost empathetic. "Hogwarts is full of misfits and outcasts."

Y/N's smile returned, warmer this time, as if his words had brought her some measure of comfort. "Perhaps," she agreed. "But it's rare to find someone who doesn't look at me with fear."

Mattheo took a step further, his curiosity now outweighing his caution. "Fear is overrated," he said a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "I've seen plenty of terrifying things in my time. But you...you're something else."

Y/N's laughter was soft, musical, like the chiming of bells. "And you, Mattheo Riddle, are more intriguing than the stories say," she replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

In that moment, something unspoken passed between them–an understanding, a connection that neither of them had expected. They were both creatures of the night, bound by their own secrets, but in each other, they found something they had been missing.

As the silence stretched between them, the distant sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor. The moment was broken, but the connection remained.

"We should go," Y/N said, her voice tinged with regret. "But this won't be the last time we meet."

Mattheo nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer. "I'll hold you to that," he replied.

With a final, lingering glance, Y/N turned and vanished into the shadows, leaving Mattheo standing alone in the corridor. But he didn't feel alone anymore. Not really.

As he made his way back to the Slytherin common room, he couldn't help but smile. Meeting her, had changed something in him, awakened a curiosity that he knew would only grow stronger with time.

He would see her again, and when he did, he was determined to unravel the mystery that was Y/N–the vampire who had captured his attention and, perhaps, something more. 

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Definitely going to do another part because I don't really like how I ended it. 

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