Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Interlinked - The Binding of Fate

Word Count: 919

From the moment Mattheo Riddle walked into the Great Hall, eyes followed him like shadows. The son of Voldemort was a title that carried weight, a dark legacy that preceded him wherever he went. Most students gave him a wide berth, whispering behind their hands as he passed. But there was one person who didn't seem to fit the mold—one person who didn't avert her gaze when his cold, calculating eyes swept across the room.

A Hufflepuff.

She was everything Mattheo wasn't: warm, kind, and gentle in a way that made her seem almost untouchable to him. Her laugh was soft, her smile genuine, and she seemed to see the good in everyone. But it wasn't these qualities that drew his attention. It was her eyes—those warm, hazel eyes that always seemed to find his in the crowded halls of Hogwarts.

At first, their exchanges were nothing more than brief glances. He would catch her looking at him from across the room, and instead of turning away like everyone else, she would hold his gaze for a moment longer than was polite. It unnerved him, that look of quiet understanding, as if she could see something in him that no one else could. Something he wasn't sure even existed.

He tried to ignore it. Tried to dismiss her as just another naïve Hufflepuff who didn't know any better. But as the days turned into weeks, he found himself seeking out those glances, looking for her in the crowd. She became a constant in his life, her presence a strange comfort he couldn't explain.

It wasn't long before those fleeting glances turned into something more. They never spoke, never exchanged words, but there was a silent understanding between them—a connection that neither could deny. It was as if they were two sides of the same coin, drawn together by forces they couldn't control.

Mattheo didn't want to admit it, but he was intrigued by her. There was something about the way she looked at him, as if she could see beyond the darkness that surrounded him. As if she believed there was something worth saving inside him. It was foolish, of course, but the more he tried to push her away, the more he found himself drawn to her.

One evening, he found himself lingering near the Hufflepuff common room, waiting for her to appear. When she finally did, their eyes met, and for the first time, he allowed himself to acknowledge the pull he felt toward her. She didn't smile, didn't say a word, but her gaze was enough to make his heart race in a way that both thrilled and terrified him.

As the weeks passed, their connection deepened. They began to find themselves in the same places at the same times, as if by some unspoken agreement. They never spoke, never touched, but the tension between them was palpable. It was a fragile, delicate thing, this bond they shared, and Mattheo knew it couldn't last.

He was too dangerous, too damaged. The son of Voldemort wasn't meant for love, wasn't meant to feel anything but the darkness that had been passed down to him like a curse. And yet, she made him feel something he hadn't felt in a long time—hope.

But hope was a dangerous thing, and Mattheo knew better than to cling to it. The closer they became, the more he feared that he would hurt her. That the darkness inside him would consume her light, snuff it out like a candle. He couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't.

And so, he began to pull away. He avoided her gaze, stopped lingering near the Hufflepuff common room. He told himself it was for the best, that he was protecting her by pushing her away. But every time he saw her in the halls, her eyes filled with confusion and hurt, it felt like a knife twisting in his chest.

In the end, he did what he knew he had to do. He severed the connection completely, closing himself off to her in a way that was cold and final. She tried to reach out to him, her eyes pleading for an explanation, but he gave her none. He couldn't. It was better this way, he told himself. Better for her to hate him than to be destroyed by him.

Days turned into weeks, and the glances that once passed between them were no more. She moved on, as he knew she would, finding solace in her friends and her studies. But Mattheo couldn't forget her. He couldn't forget the way she had looked at him, as if he were something more than the monster everyone believed him to be.

They became strangers once more, two people who had once known each other in a way no one else ever would. But the bond they had shared, the silent understanding that had passed between them—it lingered in the shadows, a reminder of what could have been.

And as Mattheo watched her from a distance, his heart heavy with the weight of what he had lost, he couldn't help but wonder if he had made the right choice. If, in trying to protect her, he had only condemned them both to a life of loneliness and regret.

But it was too late now. The son of Voldemort wasn't meant for love. And she, the girl with the warm hazel eyes, would be better off without him. At least, that's what he told himself as he turned away, leaving behind the one person who had ever made him feel like he was worth saving.

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I really like the interlinked series TikTok has done so far, I'm thinking about doing more interlinked imagines. 

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