Mattheo Riddle One Shots

Shattered Dreams

Warnings: Sad, kidnapping, drugs, torture, Voldemort,

Summary: Mattheo loses hope when y/n leaves him a note. But it wasn't really y/n.

Words: 1420

As the sun set over the darkening sky, Y/N was kidnapped by Death Eaters under the orders of the dark lord Voldemort himself. Her crime? Dating Mattheo Riddle, the dark lord's own son. Y/N had no idea of the danger that lurked ahead, but as the syringe injected its deadly cocktail into her arm, she felt her body go limp and her world fade to black emptiness.

When she awoke, she found herself bound to a cold metal table, her wrists and ankles restrained by heavy chains.
The room was dimly lit, with only a single flickering candle to illuminate her captors. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the faces of the Death Eaters who had kidnapped her.

"Welcome, Y/N," a voice sneered, a voice that made her blood run cold. "You've been a thorn in our side for far too long. Now, you'll pay the price for your insolence."

The torture began, with the Death Eaters subjecting her to all manner of cruel and sadistic treatment. She was beaten, branded, and subjected to the most unspeakable tortures, but through it all, she never broke. She never betrayed Mattheo or her friends.
Months went by, and Y/N's hopes began to dwindle. She lost all sense of time, and the world outside the walls of her prison became a distant memory. But still, she held on to the thought of Mattheo, of the life they had built together. She was convinced that he would come for her, that he would find her and rescue her from this living hell.

But the note he found in her room, the note Voldemort had planted, shook his world to its core. "Ive left Mattheo, I never loved you and I don't want you to come look for me."

But Y/n was long gone, locked away in a cell deep within the Death Eaters fortress. And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, she began to lose all sense of herself.

She was a shadow of her former self, a mere husk of the woman she once was.

And yet, even as she lay on her cold, hard bed, her body bruised and battered, her mind shattered, she held on to one thing: the hope that Mattheo would find her. That he would come for her, and rescue her from this living nightmare.

But when Lorenzo overheard the Death Eaters talking about /N, his heart skipped a beat. "She's not worth it," one of them sneered. "She won't break, no matter what we do." But Lorenzo knew better. He knew that Y/N was strong, that she would hold out for as long as it took for Mattheo to find her.

Determined to rescue her, Lorenzo gathered a team of his closest friends: Theodore, Draco, Blasé, and Mattheo himself. Together, they hatched a plan to infiltrate the Death Eaters' fortress and rescue y/n from her prison.

As they crept through the corridors, avoiding the patrols and traps set by the Death Eaters, they could hear Y/N's screams echoing through the halls. Their hearts pounded with anticipation as they finally reached her cell.

But when they opened the door, they were met with a sight that made their blood run cold. Y/N lay on her bed, her body a mass of scars and bruises, her eyes sunken and her skin pale. She looked up at them, her eyes vacant, her smile weak.

"Y/n?" Mattheo whispered, his heart breaking at the sight.

Y/N's eyes flickered, and for a moment, she seemed to see him. But then her eyes dropped, and she turned away, her shoulders shaking with sobs.

"What have they done to her?" Lorenzo whispered, his eyes burning with rage.

"We'll get her out of here," Draco vowed, his hand on his wand. "We'll get her home."

But as they worked to free Y/N from her chains, Mattheo couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He had never looked for her, never searched for her when she went missing.

Had he failed her?

And as they led her out of the fortress, Y/N's eyes never left the ground. She walked with a shuffle, her shoulders slumped, her head down. The woman they had once known was gone, replaced by a shell of her former self.

"Y/N?" Mattheo whispered, his heart breaking at the sight of her.

But Y/N just shook her head.

As they led Y/N out of the fortress, Mattheo couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He had never looked for her, never searched for her when she went missing. Had he failed her?

He glanced at Lorenzo, who gave him a reassuring smile. "We're here now," he said. "We'll get her home."

But as they walked, Y/N's eyes never left the ground. She walked with a shuffle, her shoulders slumped, her head down. The woman they had once known was gone, replaced by a shell of her former self.

"We're almost there," Lorenzo said, his voice gentle. "Just a little further."

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As they reached the outskirts of the fortress, they saw a group of Aurors waiting for them. "Welcome back," one of them said, a smile on his face. "We've been searching for you."

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The Auror's smile faltered, and he looked at Y/N with concern. "What happened to her?" he asked.

Lorenzo shook his head. "I don't know. But we're going to get her the help she needs."

As they led Y/N away from the fortress, Mattheo couldn't help but wonder what the future held for her. Would she ever be the same again? Would she ever be able to find happiness again?

But for now, he just held her hand, trying to give her the comfort she so desperately needed.

As the group made their way back to Hogwarts, Y/N's condition only grew worse. She was quiet, her eyes downcast, and her shoulders slumped in a way that made Mattheo's heart ache. He couldn't help but wonder if he had truly failed her.

Lorenzo, sensing Mattheo's distress, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We'll get her through this, mate," he said softly. "We'll help her heal."

Mattheo nodded, but his eyes never left Y/N's face. He felt aust about che moime he looked at he isthe time he Eaters' fortress, subjected to unspeakable torture.

As they reached the castle, the group was greeted by a sea of familiar faces. Professor McGonagall was waiting for them in the Great Hall, her expression grim. "Welcome back, everyone," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "I see Y/n is...not well."
Lorenzo nodded, his eyes filled with tears. "We need to get her to Madam Pomfrey," he said. "She needs help."

McGonagall nodded, and the group quickly made their way to the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey met them there, her eyes scanning Y/n's  battered body. "Oh, dear girl," she whispered, shaking her head. "You've been through hell."

Y/N didn't respond, just lay there on the bed, her eyes vacant and her skin pale. Madam Pomfrey quickly set to work, tending to Y/n's wounds and administering a gentle potion to calm her.

As the night wore on, Mattheo stayed by Y/N's side, holding her hand and trying to comfort her. He knew that it would take time, but he vowed to be there for her, to support her every step of the way.

But as the darkness closed in around them, Mattheo couldn't shake the feeling that he had truly failed Y/n.

That he had left her to rot in the fortress while he went about his own life, unaware of the horrors she was facing.

And as he looked at Y/n's broken form, he knew that he would spend the rest of his life making it up to her. He would be her rock, her shelter, her everything.

But as he drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the silence of the infirmary, he couldn't help but wonder if it would ever be enough.

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Yeah, he failed her! Anyway hope you guys liked it!