Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

The Army Dreamers

Word Count: 786

Song Inspo: Army Dreamers - Kate Bush

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The corridors of Hogwarts had always been filled with whispered stories, but none were as enigmatic as the five boys who moved through them like shadows. They weren't just students; they were a force-an untouchable entity that no one dared to challenge.

And at the center of them all was her.

Harry Potter sat at his designated table in the Great Hall, his brow furrowed, green eyes sharp with curiosity. He had asked people about them-about her, about the boys who followed her every step without question.

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The Great Hall was dimly lit, the candlelight flickering above like stars trapped beneath the ceiling. Harry sat at the Gryffindor table, elbows resting on the wood, deep in thought. The war was creeping closer, wrapping its cold fingers around every student, every corner of Hogwarts.

"They call them a gang."

He glanced up to see a Ravenclaw girl slide into the seat across from him, their voice low, cautious.

"I know you've been watching them," they continued, their gaze flickering toward the Slytherin table. Toward them.

Mattheo Riddle. Draco Malfoy. Blaise Zabini. Theodore Nott. Lorenzo Berkshire. And her.

Harry said nothing, but the Ravenclaw smirked knowingly.

"They're not what they seem," they murmured. "Everyone whispers about them, about what they do in the shadows. But no one truly knows them, do they?"

The student leaned in slightly, voice barely above a whisper.

"Let me tell you."

Mattheo Riddle

"The leader, the ghost of his father's sins. He walks through these halls as if he owns them, but if you look closer, you'll see the cracks in his armor. He was born with war in his veins, Harry, with a fate he never got to choose. Everyone expects him to follow in the Dark Lord's footsteps, but I don't think even he knows if he will."

"He fights because he knows nothing else. Because he's terrified of what will happen if he stops."

Harry's expression darkened, but he said nothing.

Draco Malfoy

"The puppet. The boy tangled in strings of gold and obligation. You see the arrogance, the cruelty, the sharp edges of a name too powerful to be questioned. But what you don't see is the desperation in his eyes when he thinks no one is watching."