Mattheo Riddle One Shots

Lost In The Dark, Ch. 1-5

The flickering candlelight in the Slytherin common room cast long shadows along the stone walls, but Y/N L/N had learned long ago that shadows weren't what she needed to fear. It was the light—the kind that revealed secrets, tore down walls, and exposed people for what they truly were. And Y/N had spent her entire life avoiding that kind of exposure.

She sat curled up in an armchair near the fireplace, absentmindedly running her fingers through the soft fur of Ash, her small grey kitten. He purred against her palm, a soothing presence in the quiet, empty room. Most students had long gone to bed, but sleep rarely came easy for her these days. Not since the whispers started. Not since he had returned.

Lord Voldemort.

The name sent a chill down her spine, though she refused to react. She had mastered the art of indifference over the years. It was how she survived. How she kept her secret buried beneath layers of carefully constructed lies.

No one knew who she really was.

To the outside world, she was simply Y/N L/N, a quiet but sharp-witted Slytherin who rarely engaged in the ridiculous politics of her housemates. She wasn't like the other Slytherins who either worshipped the Dark Lord or lived in fear of him. She kept her head down, blended in just enough to be ignored, and never spoke of her past.

Because if anyone ever found out the truth—that her parents had been Death Eaters, that they had died the night Voldemort fell, leaving her an orphan—she wouldn't be able to stay hidden for much longer.

She wouldn't just be a quiet Slytherin girl anymore. She would become a target.

A sharp meow pulled her from her thoughts, and she looked down to see Ash staring up at her, his pale green eyes reflecting the firelight. She sighed and scratched behind his ears. "What?" she murmured. "You think I should sleep? Or are you just complaining because I stopped petting you?"

The kitten responded by climbing onto her lap and curling into a tight ball, purring once again. Y/N shook her head with a small smirk. "You're impossible."

"Talking to cats now, Y/N?"

She didn't even flinch at the dreamy voice behind her. A small, amused smile tugged at her lips as she turned to see Luna Lovegood standing in the entrance of the common room, her silver eyes soft but knowing.

Luna was her only friend.

It had happened unexpectedly—Y/N had spent most of her life keeping people at arm's length, but Luna had a way of slipping past defenses without even trying. She never pried, never pushed, never demanded explanations for Y/N's quietness or her preference for solitude. She simply accepted her.

And for someone like Y/N, that meant everything.

"Of course, I talk to Ash," Y/N said, arching a brow. "He's a much better conversationalist than most people in this school."

Luna hummed, stepping closer and leaning against the arm of the chair. "I suppose he would be. He doesn't pretend to be someone he's not."

Y/N stilled for half a second, but Luna's gaze remained distant, unfocused, as if she were talking about the air instead of something far more dangerous.

She knew.

Not everything, not the details, but Luna was perceptive in a way most people weren't. She had figured out that Y/N was hiding something.

And yet, she never asked. Never demanded answers.

That was why Y/N trusted her.

"You should sleep," Luna said softly. "There's a party in the common room tomorrow night. Pansy Parkinson is trying to get everyone together to celebrate... well, you know."