Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Fated Crossings

Word Count: 697

Song Inspo:  I'll Be Seeing You by Billie Holiday

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The first time Y/N met Mattheo, they were children—young enough to believe the world was simple and infinite. It was a sunny day at a small park in London, where Y/N's family had stopped during their holiday. She had been sitting on the swings, her book forgotten in her lap, watching the other children play.

Then he appeared. A boy her age with dark, unruly hair and piercing eyes that seemed to notice everything. He wasn't like the other children, laughing and shouting; he was quiet, a little brooding, and utterly fascinating.

"Why are you sitting here alone?" he had asked, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his trousers.

Y/N had shrugged. "I like to watch."

"Watching's boring," he said simply, but instead of joining the others, he sat on the swing next to her.

They talked for a while—about nothing and everything—until the sun dipped below the horizon and Y/N's parents called out for her. She never asked for his name, and he never offered it. It didn't seem important at the time.

But years later, she would remember him.

The second time their paths crossed, Y/N was sixteen. She had just finished a particularly grueling week at Hogwarts, and her friends had convinced her to spend the weekend at Hogsmeade. She was perusing the shelves in a quill shop when she bumped into someone, sending a stack of parchment flying.

"Watch it," a familiar voice said, sharp with annoyance.

Y/N turned, ready to snap back, but the words caught in her throat. It was him—the boy from the park, though he wasn't a boy anymore. His features were sharper, his shoulders broader, but those piercing eyes were the same.

"Sorry," she mumbled, feeling uncharacteristically flustered.

Mattheo studied her for a moment, his brow furrowing as if he were trying to place her. Then, something shifted in his expression. "It's you."

Her heart skipped a beat. "Do we... know each other?"

He tilted his head, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "You like to watch."

Recognition bloomed in her chest, and she couldn't help but laugh. "And you're the boy who thought it was boring."

They spent the rest of the afternoon together, wandering through Hogsmeade as if no time had passed since their first meeting. By the time they returned to the castle, Y/N felt a strange sense of loss, even though Mattheo had promised to see her again.

But promises were fragile things, and life had a way of pulling them in different directions.

The third time was at a bustling train station in Paris. Y/N was now nineteen, traveling for a summer internship at a magical museum. She was rushing to make her connection when she spotted him across the platform.

He was leaning against a pillar, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, looking completely out of place and yet utterly at ease.

"Mattheo?" she called, half certain it couldn't be him.

He turned, and the surprise on his face mirrored her own. "Y/N?"

"What are you doing here?" she asked, weaving through the crowd to reach him.

"Vacation," he said, though the tightness in his voice suggested otherwise. "You?"

"Internship," she replied, holding up her satchel.

For the next hour, they sat on a bench, catching up like old friends. He told her about his travels, how he was trying to carve out a life separate from his father's shadow. She told him about her studies, her dreams of preserving magical history.

When her train arrived, she hesitated at the door, reluctant to leave.

"See you around?" she asked, her voice light but hopeful.

His smile was soft, almost sad. "Always."

Over the years, their paths crossed again and again—at a bustling market in Istanbul, during a stormy night in Diagon Alley, even at a small wedding in the Scottish Highlands where neither of them expected to see the other. Each time, the connection between them grew stronger, as if the universe were weaving their lives together one thread at a time.

And yet, they never stayed. There were always reasons, excuses, or circumstances that pulled them apart. But one day, at the right moment, they would be together as the universe wishes them to be.

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