realxfranzi
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„𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞."
I was always Harry Potter's shadow. The extra kid. The freak. The mistake they never talked about.
He got the scar. I got the silence. He tried to protect me, but even Harry couldn't fight whispers and stares.
So I learned to fight back. To stand alone.
And maybe it took too long - or maybe it took him - to remind me I'm not weak.
Mattheo Riddle. Voldemort's son. Cold eyes, cold heart. A killer before breakfast if he feels like it.
They say his bloodline's cursed - forbidden, doomed to rot itself out. Maybe that curse is just a myth. Maybe it's him. Maybe it's me for wanting him anyway.
He's the monster in every bedtime story.
But he belongs to me.
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