Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Taking Over the World

Word Count: 781

The night sky was a blanket of darkness, punctuated only by the eerie glow of the full moon. The air was thick with tension as the wizarding world trembled beneath the weight of an impending storm–a storm that had been brewing for years. And at its center were two figures, standing side by side at the top of the tallest tower in the Ministry of Magic: Mattheo Riddle, the son of Voldemort, and his girlfriend, Y/N Black.

The scene below them was one of chaos and destruction. The once-majestic Ministry of Magic was now a smoldering ruin, its grand halls reduced to rubble, its walls charred and broken. Fires burned in every corner, casting an orange glow on the faces of those who had dared to resist. But there was no more resistance left; they had won.

"Well," Mattheo said, a smirk playing on his lips as he surveyed the wreckage. "I'd say we've done a pretty good job, wouldn't you?"

Y/N laughed, her voice ringing out like a melody in the night. "We've outdone ourselves, love. Your father would be proud–well, if he was alive to see it, that is."

Mattheo grinned, the dark, almost sinister glint in his eyes a reflection of the madness and ambition that had driven him to this moment. "He spent his life trying to conquer the wizarding world, only to be defeated by Harry Potter and his band of merry little Gryffindors. But look at us, baby. We did what he couldn't. We took over, and we did it together."

Y/N wrapped her hands around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder as tehy looked out over the desolate landscape. "And to think, people actually believed Harry Potter could save them again," she said in a mocking tone. "The Boy Who Lived, the hero of the wizarding world–where is he now? Hiding under his invisibility cloak, hoping we don't find him?"

"Probably," Mattheo replied with a chuckle. "Or maybe he's finally realized that his time is up. There's no prophecy to save him this time, no magical protection. Just us, and a world that now belongs to us."

Y/N lifted her head, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight. "Do you think he'll try to stop us? Maybe stage a last-minute rescue attempt?"

Mattheo shrugged, a dark amusement in his expression. "He can try. But even if he does, it'll be for nothing. We've already won, love. Harry Potter is just a relic of the past now, a symbol of a time that's long gone. This is our world now, and no one–not even the so-called Chosen One–can take it from us."

Y/N's laughter echoed through the night, a sound that sent shivers down the spines of those few who still dared to resist. "It's almost poetic, isn't it? The son of Voldemort and the daughter of the Black family, finishing what our ancestors started. And we did it with style."

"With a lot more fun, too," Mattheo added, his tone light despite the gravity of their actions. "I mean, who else could turn the takeover of the wizarding world into a joke? We've made history, Y/N. Together."

Y/N pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a brief, fierce kiss that spoke of their shared passion, not just for each other, but the power they now held. "So what's next, baby? Now that we've got the world at our feet, what do we do with it?"

Mattheo looked out over the ruins, his mind already racing with possibilities. "We rebuild, but in our image. We'll create a world where no one can ever challenge us, where our names are feared and respected. A world where we can do whatever we want, whenever we want."

Y/N smiled, her eyes shining with the same dark ambition that burned in his. "And if anyone tries to stand in our way?"

Mattheo's grin widened, his hand tightening around his wand. "Then we'll remind them why the Riddle name was once the most feared in all of wizarding history. We'll crush them, just like we crushed everyone else who stood against us."

They stood there in silence for a moment, savoring their victory, the night wind whipping around them as if carrying away the last remnant of the old world they had destroyed.

"Cheers to us," Y/N whispered, her voice a mixture of triumph and affection. "The new rulers of the wizarding world."

"Cheers to us," Mattheo echoed, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction. "And to the world that will remember our names for a million years."

And with that, they turned away from the destruction they had wrought, hand in hand, ready to build a future in which they were the ultimate rulers, with no one left to stand in their way. 

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