Mattheo Riddle One Shots

Torn Between Shadows

Warnings:Read to the end please! VERY SAD! Betrayal, heartbreak, the consequences of loyalty, and the painful realization that love isn't always enough to change someone.

Summary: Mattheo Riddle, despite his cold and detached demeanor, has fallen deeply in love with you. But as the son of Voldemort, his life is overshadowed by the dark influence of his family. When a mission goes horribly wrong and you're caught in the middle of a deadly conflict between Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix, Mattheo faces an impossible choice. Torn between his loyalty to his father and his love for you, Mattheo's decision will have consequences that neither of you are prepared for. Can you ever trust him again, or will his betrayal haunt both of you forever?

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Summary: Mattheo Riddle, despite his cold and detached demeanor, has fallen deeply in love with you. But as the son of Voldemort, his life is overshadowed by the dark influence of his family. When a mission goes horribly wrong and you're caught in the middle of a deadly conflict between Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix, Mattheo faces an impossible choice. Torn between his loyalty to his father and his love for you, Mattheo's decision will have consequences that neither of you are prepared for. Can you ever trust him again, or will his betrayal haunt both of you forever?

You had always known Mattheo Riddle as the quiet, brooding boy from Slytherin—the one who preferred solitude, the one who never let anyone get too close. He kept to the shadows, both figuratively and literally. You had caught glimpses of the person beneath the mask: the boy who smiled on rare occasions, the one who would share a fleeting moment of tenderness, as if scared that showing too much emotion might break him. But for you, he always made an exception.

It was never supposed to be this way. You never imagined you'd fall for him—the son of Voldemort, a name that made even the bravest wizards shudder. But Mattheo wasn't like his father, was he? He had to be different. He had to be. He had shown you a side of him that no one else had ever seen, a vulnerability that made you believe there was hope for him, for both of you.

The tension between the light and the darkness of his heritage was always there, but you had ignored it, told yourself that love could conquer all. You had made a home in the small moments you shared together—the secret glances across the room, the stolen kisses in the shadows, the whispered conversations that no one else could hear.

But everything changed that night.

The mission had been simple enough—too simple, you thought at first. Information had been leaked that the Order was planning an ambush on a Death Eater base. You didn't know the full details of the operation, but you knew that Mattheo had been tasked with gathering intel on the Order's movements. He had said goodbye to you that morning with a kiss, a promise to return, but in the back of your mind, you couldn't shake the unease that had settled there.

You should have known something was wrong when the sky darkened that evening, heavy clouds rolling in as if the heavens themselves were warning you. The night was chaotic—screams, flashes of light, and the deafening sounds of magic colliding. You weren't part of the mission, but you were caught in the crossfire. You had always known there was danger being close to Mattheo, but you hadn't expected this.

When you tried to escape, you were grabbed by a Death Eater. You fought, of course, but there were too many of them, and their magic was too strong. The last thing you saw before you were dragged away was Mattheo, his eyes wide with shock, and then...nothing.

You woke in a dimly lit room, the taste of blood in your mouth and your head pounding. Your hands were bound, your body aching from the rough handling. Panic surged within you as you realized where you were. The Death Eater base. You were a prisoner.

And then, you heard it—footsteps. Soft, deliberate. You held your breath, recognizing the familiar pattern of steps.

Mattheo.

He appeared in the doorway, his face set in a cold, emotionless expression. His eyes flickered over you for only a moment before he looked away, his gaze hardening.

"Mattheo," you whispered, voice cracking. "Please, you have to help me."

He didn't move. Didn't say anything for a long moment. His jaw clenched, his eyes betraying the conflict within him.

"I can't," he finally said, his voice low and strained. "I... I can't let them know you're here."

Your heart stopped, the words sinking into your chest like ice. "What are you talking about? Mattheo, you have to help me."

"I'm sorry," he whispered, but there was no emotion in his words. "I can't risk everything for one person. I've made a choice, [Y/n]."

The weight of his words crashed down on you. His eyes weren't the same anymore. They were hard, cold—reflecting his father's influence. You tried to process it, but your mind refused to believe what you were hearing.

"Mattheo...please. You're not like him. You're not like your father."

He didn't flinch at the mention of Voldemort. Instead, his eyes flickered with something unreadable.

"I'm not him, [Y/n]. But I'm not you, either. I have a duty. You knew this would come, didn't you?" His voice was barely a whisper, the vulnerability you once saw in him slipping away. "I can't be the person you want me to be."

Tears pricked at your eyes, but you swallowed them down, forcing yourself to hold his gaze. "I thought you were better than this."

Mattheo's face twisted in a way that made your heart break all over again. "So did I."

The next few days passed in a blur. Mattheo visited you in secret, but his visits grew fewer, colder. The walls between you two seemed to grow with every passing moment. Each time he came to see you, he became more distant, more entrenched in his loyalty to the Death Eaters. And you? You were left to pick up the shattered pieces of your heart, wondering if you had ever truly known him.

It wasn't long before you were freed—by the Order, of course. They didn't trust you completely, but you had proven yourself loyal to them before. It wasn't a reunion you expected, nor one you wanted.

Mattheo's betrayal cut deeper than any physical wound ever could.

A week later, you found yourself standing outside the Forbidden Forest, the weight of the world on your shoulders. Mattheo had sought you out after days of silence, but now, standing in front of him, you didn't know what to say. There was too much between you two now—too much damage.

"You shouldn't have come," you said, your voice low. You couldn't even look at him.

"I had to see you," Mattheo replied, his voice soft but firm. "I know I've hurt you, but I—I couldn't stand the thought of losing you."

"You already lost me," you whispered. "I thought you loved me, Mattheo. But you chose them. You chose the dark side over me, over us. I can't forgive that. Not now. Not ever."

He reached for you, but you took a step back, shaking your head. "Don't. Please."

For a moment, there was only silence—broken by the soft rustling of the trees, the weight of the air thick with unspoken words.

"I never wanted this," he finally whispered. "I never wanted to hurt you."

"You did, Mattheo," you said, your voice breaking. "You hurt me more than you know."

You walked away from him that night, your heart heavy, your trust shattered. Mattheo stood there, watching you go, helpless and alone. He had made his choice, and now he had to live with the consequences.

For you, it was over. You couldn't keep living in the shadow of his family, in the dark legacy that weighed down on him. The betrayal had cut too deep, and there was no coming back from it.

But for Mattheo, it was only just beginning.

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Please vote on which continuation you want!

Possible Continuations:
• Mattheo trying desperately to make things right, though it may be too late.
• A confrontation with Voldemort that forces Mattheo to choose between his father and you.
• An exploration of the emotional fallout between Mattheo and the reader, as both try to move on, but neither can forget what was lost.