Riddles | Y/N x Mattheo Riddle

Whispers of the Heart

Mattheo's POV:

March has already begun and my birthday is today, March 6th. Theodore and Draco keep suggesting I hold a small party, one that they can plan for me even, but I simply can't let them. Y/n is still asleep, glued to that godforsaken bed and I just feel so helpless, so pathetic, so... so melancholy, I don't want to feel joy without her being there.

I walked into the Great Hall where groups of kids were working on assignments and enjoying some snacks.

"Mattheo, come over here and help me out with this potions assignment will you?" Draco called.

I shuffled over and sat down, reluctant to do anything. Draco sighed, knowing I wasn't about to help him, I hadn't done the assignment myself. Theodore looked up from his textbook and noticed my sourly sad expression.

"C'mon Matt she'll wake up, I know it. You sulking over it won't miraculously wake her up," Theodore said. I gave him a glare.

"Sorry bud, but it's the harsh truth."

"I know Theo, I know. I just, feel lonely and helpless. Madam Pomfrey said she's confident Y/n will wake up, but it's been more than a week." I buried my head in my arms, irritably growling at the state of things. 

"Hey, Mattheo?" A voice asked. I turned to find Enzo behind me,

"Hey man, I know you don't feel great right now but Snape asked to see you. With his expression I don't know if it's good."
I sighed at Lorenzo's words, is everything seriously going wrong in my life right now.
"Oh and happy birthday." I thanked him and stood up to leave. I don't care if I'm 18 already (if you recall I aged them up to 17) I just care about Y/n, that's it.

Whilst leaving the Great Hall I bumped into Hermione and Viktor,

"Oh, sorry Mattheo," Hermione said kindly, Viktor just nodded.

"It's alright," I replied stiffly, continuing to Snape's classroom.

"Hey." I turned back towards her, "I've been to see Y/n and Madam Pomfrey told me she's been making small movements and mumbling stuff too. Just thought you should know," she gave me a soft smile and both of them walked off.

For the people who cared to notice, it was clear that I hadn't visited Y/n this last week. I just can't bear sitting there hopelessly staring at her. I've watched wizards tortured with crucio, controlled with imperio, I've seen horrific things, but surprisingly no one has died before my very eyes, and I'm not prepared to see it now. I will not court the possibility of watching y/n's heartbeat flatline on that monitor, and have the first death I witness be the one I love. It's true, that a piece of you hurts when a person you love is in pain; I just never felt it until now.

I entered the potions classroom and Snape rose from his desk to greet me.
"Mr. Riddle."

"Professor. What is it you called me for?" I asked him.

"Mr. Riddle I have received some mail from your brother, Tom. Mail that is meant for both me...and you. He simply couldn't risk sending it directly to you as the Ministry is intercepting suspicious correspondence. You and I both know that something is wrong this year."

"Yes sir, I've noticed, though I've been preoccupied with..."

"Yes, Ms. Y/L/N. I am aware." He motioned for me to sit and I did.
"I am telling you this in the strictest confidence Mr. Riddle. You're friends are not to hear of it, especially Draco. His father is still loyal to the Dark Lord. Headmaster Karkaroff has also voiced concern, he has been feeling his dark mark darkening and shifting, it means that-"

"The Dark Lord... they're planning something aren't they."

"Yes Mr. Riddle. Tom is concerned for his and your safety as though he has already left the family, your parents know that you are still in contact with him. That puts you in danger because, one, they are suspicious of your loyalty, a suspicion that is true or else I would not be discussing this with you. And two, they are still fiercely loyal, as your father is the Dark Lord's brother, so you may be in danger, for something dark is coming."

"It all makes sense, the Death Eater attack at the World Cup, the mishap with Harry's name in the goblet, even Mr. Crouch's death." Y/n had mentioned something about Harry having nightmares of you-know-who, and if that's true, then I know something really bad is about to happen.

"But Professor, why are you telling me this?"

"Mr. Riddle, like Tom and I, your loyalty lies against the Dark Lord and his followers, correct?"

"Yes, though I haven't told anyone. Not even Y/n."

"Keep it that way. No one should know, that is the only way you will stay safe from now on."

"Okay Professor Snape, I promise." If y/n wakes up, I don't care. I will tell her, because I can't risk losing her when I know she'll side with Harry, I must show her that I will too.

"Good. Furthermore, Tom said 'Happy Birthday' and he has sent a present for you as well, I left it on your bed. You may leave."

"Thank you sir."

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After I left Snape's classroom, I decided to visit y/n. From what Hermione said, she was healing and I desperately wanted to witness some sort of response from her. Hermione once said that muggle doctors believe that when a loved one speaks to someone in a coma, it helps them regain consciousness. Sounds like a complete folly but then again I am a wizard, so anything is possible I suppose.

I walked into the infirmary and Madam Pomfrey gave me a knowing look.

"Mr. Riddle," she addressed me. I gave her a slight nod.
"She's doing quite well, but you haven't visited for quite a bit."

"Yeah, I guess I was busy." She gave me a sympathetic smile, fully aware that that was not why.

I took a seat by y/n and took her hand.

"Hey. So, um... you missed a lot of work, but uh you're excused from it anyways. Apparently Mr. Crouch was 'mysteriously' found dead in the forest. Hermione and Viktor are hanging out a lot and I think Cho Chang is fully dating Cedric, dunno why though. Erm... Also it's my birthday today, I'm 18 now and you're a minor now... Ha, weird... But uh, yeah."

I stared at her gorgeous face for a bit more before getting up to leave. I gently slipped my hand out of her soft warm palms and took a step away when I felt a cold finger brush my forearm.

"...Mattheo?"