Slytherin Boys x Y/N Short Stories/Reacts

A Love Lost to Darkness - Mattheo Riddle

Y/N and Mattheo Riddle had a love that was strong and deep. Despite the shadows that hung over Mattheo's family, they found light in each other. Their love was a secret, hidden from the world, especially from Mattheo's father, Voldemort.

One evening, Y/N and Mattheo met in the Forbidden Forest, their usual hiding place. They sat close, the warmth of their bodies a comfort against the chilling night.

"Why don't we run away, Mattheo?" Y/N asked softly. "We can go somewhere your father can't find us."

Mattheo sighed, his grip on her hand tightening. "I wish we could, Y/N. But he would find us. He always does."

Their stolen moments were becoming rare. Voldemort's suspicion grew each day, and Mattheo knew it was only a matter of time before their secret was discovered.

That day came sooner than they had feared. Voldemort's followers had been watching, and they reported back everything. One night, as Mattheo and Y/N were together in the forest, the dark robed figures emerged from the shadows, surrounding them.

"Mattheo," Voldemort's cold voice hissed through the darkness. "Step away from her."

Mattheo's heart pounded in his chest. He stood protectively in front of Y/N. "Father, please. Don't do this."

Voldemort's eyes glowed with anger. "You've disgraced our family, Mattheo. She is a weakness you cannot afford."

Y/N clung to Mattheo's arm, tears streaming down her face. "Please, let us go. We love each other."

Voldemort sneered. "Love? Love is for the weak."

With a flick of his wand, he sent Mattheo flying backwards, crashing into a tree. Mattheo struggled to get up, his vision blurred.

"NO!" Mattheo screamed as Voldemort raised his wand towards Y/N.

"Avada Kedavra," Voldemort said, his voice void of emotion.

A flash of green light filled the forest, and Y/N fell to the ground, lifeless.

Mattheo's world shattered. He crawled to Y/N, cradling her in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "Y/N, please, wake up. Please."

Voldemort watched, his face expressionless. "This is the price of weakness, Mattheo. Remember it."

Mattheo's heart filled with rage and grief. He looked up at his father, hatred burning in his eyes. "You'll pay for this," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "I swear it."

But Voldemort merely turned away, disappearing into the darkness with his followers, leaving Mattheo alone with his heartbreak.

In the days that followed, Mattheo became a shell of his former self. The bright, loving boy was gone, replaced by someone consumed by anger and pain. He vowed to honor Y/N's memory and to fight against his father's darkness, no matter the cost.

Y/N's death had broken him, but it had also given him a purpose. He would make sure her sacrifice was not in vain. He would bring down Voldemort, even if it meant losing everything.

Their love, once a beacon of hope, was now a haunting memory that fueled Mattheo's desire for justice. And in the end, he knew that Y/N would always be with him, guiding him, and giving him the strength to fight on.