Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

New Student

Word Count: 652

The atmosphere at Hogwarts had always carried a mix of excitement and mystery, but today, there was something different in the air–something almost foreboding. As I sat in the Great Hall with my friends, casually chatting about the upcoming term, a hush began to ripple through the crowd. The sound of footsteps echoed off the ancient stone walls, and I turned just in time to see a figure entering through the massive doors.

He was tall, with dark hair, unruly hair that seemed to defy any attempts to tame it. His eyes were an intense, stormy dark brown, piercing through the room with a coldness that sent shivers down my spine. There was a confidence in his stride, almost as if he owned the place, despite it being his first day. I felt the chatter around me dissolve into uneasy whispers as the realization hit us all–this was Mattheo Riddle, the son of Voldemort.

The whispers grew louder, a mix of fear, curiosity, and disbelief swirling around the hall like a tangible force. I exchanged a glance with my best friend, Emily, who looked as bewildered as I felt. The name "Riddle" carried a weight, a legacy steeped in darkness that none of us could ignore. And now, here he was walking among us.

He moved with an ease that suggested he was well aware of the attention, even relishing in it. He didn't seem fazed by the stares, the whispered conversations, or the wide-eyed looks from both students and professors. In fact, there was something almost chilling about how unaffected he appeared, as though he was used to the reactions, as though he expected them.

Mattheo's eyes scanned the room, and for a brief, terrifying moment, they locked with mine. I froze. It felt like he could see right through me, like he knew every secret I'd ever kept, ever fear I'd ever harbored. It was only a second, maybe two, but it felt like an eternity before he looked away, continuing his deliberate stride towards the Slytherin table.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over me. There was something about him that was...unsettling. Maybe it was his lineage, the blood that ran through his veins, or maybe it was the way he seemed to carry the weight of his father's legacy with a twisted sense of pride.

"He's...different," Emily whispered, her voice barely audible.

"That's one way to put it," I replied, trying to sound causal, though my voice betrayed my nerves.

As the Sorting Hat began its song, I tried to focus, but my thoughts kept drifting back to him. What was he doing here? What did he want? Would he follow in his father's footsteps, or was there something more to him, something beyond the darkness that clung to his name?

When the Hat finally called out "Slytherin!", the table erupted in cheers, though they seemed more forced than genuine. I could feel the tension in the room, everyone wondering the same thing–what would become of Hogwarts now that the Dark Lord's son had arrived?

Throughout the day, I couldn't stop thinking about him. Every time I caught a glimpse of him in the halls or during class, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear and fascination. He was a mystery, one that I wasn't sure I wanted to solve.

As the day came to an end, and I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling of the girls' dormitory, I couldn't shake the image of his eyes, the coldness in them, the way they seemed to hold the promise of something dark, something dangerous. I didn't know what the future held with Mattheo Riddle at Hogwarts, but I knew one thing for certain–things at Hogwarts would never be the same again. 

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