Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Call of the Unknown

Word Count:1027

Song Inspo: The Rumble - Morgan Clae

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The world around me always felt...off. Not broken, not wrong—just different, like a puzzle piece shoved into the wrong spot. I'd watch the other kids in my neighborhood running around, laughing as they played games, their laughter light and carefree. And yet, for as much as I tried to join them, I couldn't escape the gnawing feeling in my chest that I didn't belong.

It started off with little things. A vase shattering on the other side of the room when I was upset. The way I seemed to know when something bad was about to happen, like the time I pulled my younger cousin away from the street just before a car sped past. At first, I thought everyone could do these things, but the fear and confusion in my parents' eyes told me otherwise.

"Why am I like this?" I asked them again and again, my voice trembling with frustration. "Why am I different?"

But they didn't have an answer for me. All they could do was reassure me with hugs and murmured promises that I wasn't broken, even though I could see their own uncertainty bubbling beneath the surface.

Then, on my eleventh birthday, everything changed.

The letter came in the morning, delivered by an owl of all things. At first, I thought it was some sort of prank, but as I held the thick parchment in my hands and read the elegant script inviting me to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the world seemed to click in to place.

And for the first time in my life, I felt like I wasn't a mistake. I wasn't strange or broken—I was magic.

Hogwarts became my sanctuary. From the moment I stepped onto the castle grounds, I felt the whispers of its ancient magic wrap around me like a comforting embrace. The moving staircases, the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall, the warmth of my housemates welcoming me—it was more than I could have ever dreamed. I thrived in classes like Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts. It felt like breathing, like this world had been waiting for me all along.

But it was also here that I met Mattheo Riddle.

From the very start, Mattheo had made it his personal mission to get under my skin. Whether it was a snide comment about my muggle-born status, a smirk whenever I stumbled in a class, or the way he always seemed to show up when I least wanted him around, he was relentless.

"Careful, Mudblood," he sneered, leaning against the doorway of the Potions classroom.. "Wouldn't want you to embarrass yourself by messing up a potion and blowing us all to pieces."

"Careful, Riddle," I shot back, a sappy smile on my face. "Wouldn't want your daddy to hear about you getting outsmarted by a Muggle-born...again."