Lyra Potter. A girl who's past has haunted since that night her parents were murdered in cold blood , guilt hangs at her at every given second but her cold facade doesn't let it show. Her brother is the star of the school , Harry Potter , the chosen one , people think they would compete against eachother but they most they do is have distant convosation and unresloved feelings about their past flying about. After Lyra got sorted into slytherin , her life seemed to awfully quiet , until she met her two bestfriend , Pansy and Bec. Since then her girls have been her life , till the slytherin boys seemed to make there entrance to Lyra's life. But one boy really catches her eye , maybe not in the best way. Mattheo Riddle. Son of voldomort , what else could make his heart stone? His past is complex , something he doesn't confide about , layered secrets eat away at him but his dangerous but calm appraoch keeps the questions away. As most slytherin boys , Mattheo doesn't bond well with the well known Harry Potter , and the feeling is very mutal. But when Mattheo gets more invloved with his group a girl appears , one who really take his eye , he could she was different. But he knew her past , what his father has doen to her family , he knew he should stay far away. But something kept dragging him closer.

My name carries weight, heavier than you might ever imagine. It is always associated with hatred, fear, and darkness-everything everyone expected me to be. One lesson I learned young is that it's better to be feared. But I was the one scared of him, of her, of their power and my own reflection. I've inherited his dark brown eyes-heavy, emotionless, and empty. I've got her curls, and hell, even her facial features. That's the worst part of me: seeing their creation reflected in my face. I am just another puppet, their biggest disappointment, yet still enough to lead when things get out of hand. Another year of classes, another year closer to my end-mentally and physically. Their whispers follow me everywhere, in every corner, as if I were the cause of all this, as if I had chosen it. Like hell, I would. By now, their ugly words no longer reach me. At least that's what I'm telling myself. My jaw always clenched, holding back any emotion, any words, any fists. I hate how they fear me and how they act around me, but, honestly, I'm even scared of myself. But it was better this way; someone closer than my arm's length would complicate things. Right? Right. Credit for Mattheo Riddle goes out to Yasemin and anything related to Harry Potter obviously to JK Rowling.💗 Her headcanons of him are mixed with mine a little. You always disagreed with popular Mattheo Riddle? Let me show you my version of Mattheo Riddle. Enjoy the read💞

Y/n doesn't have anybody, only her Slytherin friend group. She is a foster kid and her best friend Cho Chang died a few months ago. But, one day a new boy named Marcus Lopez comes to Hogwarts. She becomes really good friends with him, just friends? Or friends with benefits? Why is Voldemort coming after y/n? Who really is Marcus? Is she more than just a foster kid?

"You chose them" "It was never supposed to be a choice" -Where Sirius Black's daughter is raised with the Malfoys due to her parents absence, They become her family not by blood nor choice. But when Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban, everything changes. The question is, does blood really run thicker than water? Sirius black's daughter× Mattheo riddle Friends to enemies to lovers WARNINGS: Strong language, mature content, use of alcohol, violence.