They were everything to each other once - three kids tangled in summer storms, whispered spells, and secrets buried too deep. Then Belle Nott vanished. No warning. No trace. Just silence... and the lie that she was dead. Five years later, she returns to Hogwarts - changed, guarded, and carrying a power even she doesn't understand. But to Theodore Nott and Mattheo Riddle, she's still Belle. The same girl who used to race them through the manor halls, laugh at the thunder, and hex portraits for fun. Only now, her smile is colder. Her silence is louder. And whatever was done to her in the dark... left marks they can't see. They don't care. She's home. And they'll burn the world before they lose her again.

Promised to the Dark Lord. Dropped into Hogwarts like a cursed prophecy. Snape's favorite. Malfoy's obsession. The castle can't stop whispering her name. She was meant to be a bride of the dark lord- But fate (and Draco Malfoy's stupid smirk) said plot twist. Transferred under mysterious circumstances, she's fifteen, powerful, and cloaked in secrets. Snape favors her. Malfoy watches her. The castle whispers her name. Dark magic. Forbidden ties. And a girl who was never meant to be anyone's bride. She didn't ask for this life-she inherited it. Now she's rewriting the script, one forbidden spell and one Draco side-eye at a time.

Dawn Rosier/ Tom Riddle No soul beyond the Dark Lord's inner circle has ever laid eyes upon his sons. They exist as specters, whispers in the shadows, their names nothing more than echoes of something unseen. Yet, as all empires seek longevity, so does their ruler. The Dark Lord has decreed it-his bloodline will not fade into obscurity. It will endure. It will multiply. It will be bound by legacy, sealed in blood. Mattheo Riddle, the youngest, is a creature of indulgence, a man who plays with fate as if it were nothing more than a game of cards. A gambler. A wasted heir. There is no use binding him to a wife. But Tom... Tom is different. The firstborn. The one forged not in vice, but in duty. A blade honed by silence, sharpened by obedience. He does not falter. He does not waver. And now, he must wed. Not for love. Not for want. But because his father commands it. Because he must be the start to an unending stream of bloodshed and violence. It all should start with him. But the task would soon evolve into something neither he nor Dawn Rosier thought it could be. Yearning, Despair, Wrath and Crumbling. A story of sense and sensation, Past and Present as eternal enemies of every day. This is the story of Dawn Rosier. Tropes: Forced marriage Slow burn Age gap Gothic I own Dawn Rosier's character.

Verity Callahan. The Slytherin Princess. The wealthiest girl in all of Hogwarts is also the deadliest. She may look innocent, but to her rebellious friends, they all know it's just a facade. Mattheo Riddle. The Slytherin King. They all know him as the dark lord's son, the infamous death eater, the murderer. The cold hearted boy who doesn't get involved with anyone but the troublemakers of Hogwarts who claim are his friends. Riddles and Callahan's were always allies. So when they partner both of the young death eaters together in a mission to help destroy everything and everyone they love, the two enemies agree to work together to stop their fathers' deadly plan. "I guess it's just you and me against the world, princess." "You wish, Riddle."

Estelle Berkshire, The half-sister of the infamous Lorenzo Berkshire we know and love, lives with her brother and father in a small cottage on the outskirts of town. With just there father to support them, money is hard to come by and Elle and Enzo don't get the life they are promised. When Estelle attends Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, She stumbles apon the well know Mattheo Riddle, son of Voldemort. She is warned to stay away from him. He's dangerous, and she's 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒.

Mattheo Riddle was consumed by the darkness within him. The shadow that had followed him since childhood was no longer something hidden - everyone could see it now. With unruly dark curls, haunting brown eyes, and a presence that demanded attention, he was impossible to ignore and even harder to approach. Scars marked his skin like cruel reminders of the truth he carried and the destiny he despised. Many believed Mattheo hated his own kind; some even swore they had never heard him speak, only witnessed the cold menace in his gaze. Night was the only time he felt at peace, when the darkness outside matched the one buried deep inside him. Alessia carried her surname like a curse. A silent burden that isolated her from everyone around her. While Mattheo was feared openly, Alessia disappeared into the shadows by choice - quiet, withdrawn, and hidden for reasons no one could understand. Many believed she had been wrongly sorted into Slytherin, a house that never truly fit her yet chained her to endless whispers and suspicion. She endured the stares and rumors in silence, never defending herself, never explaining. And perhaps that made her even more dangerous. Because a person with too many questions can be dangerous- but someone who asks none at all is far worse for her. In many ways, they were mirrors of each other. Two souls shaped by darkness, separated only by careful arrangements made by the professors who feared what might happen if they ever crossed paths. No one knew the extent of Alessia's abilities. No one knew what Mattheo Riddle was truly planning. But if they ever met... Would their collision destroy the world around them - -or finally save it?

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 ・˙˙↝∙・˙• 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡... 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

​Everyone knows not to cross a Riddle, especially when a Nott is involved. ​Mattheo Riddle is a weapon-sharp, bloody, and pointed at anyone who looks at Scarlet Nott the wrong way. Their friends call it obsession; the teachers call it a problem. Scarlet calls it home. Scarlet is in denial when it comes to thinking of mattheo is more than friend. How could she like him? They've been friends since they were babies. ​While the Wizarding World waits for Mattheo to follow in his father's footsteps, Scarlet is the only one who sees the boy behind the bloodline. He's the monster under everyone else's bed, but he's the only one who tucks her in. (This story takes place in 6th year)

𝐰𝐚𝐫 rages louder than their silence, and still, six children of ancient bloodlines sharpen themselves into blades for the dark lord, they kill because they must and harden because they have to. they are cold, ruthless, and feared. but every act of violence leaves a crack in the armor they have built around their souls learning quickly that the greatest danger isn't the enemy in front of them, but what lingers after. 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 bleeds softness she cannot scrub away, even as she learns to make herself a weapon. mattheo riddle carries shadows in his veins, born of a legacy too dark to outrun. draco malfoy fractures under the weight of his name, while theodore nott drowns in silence no one else can hear. daphne greengrass burns brightest before she lets others see her fall, but lorenzo berkshire will follow her into any fire. 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 they are unstoppable, but alone they are breaking, their names will fade from the mouths of the living, but history will remember them differently, a title forged in shadow and despair: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 ✦ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 ✦ mid-war, seventh year // friends to lovers 950k words this story contains 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 themes surrounding suicide, and the psychology behind homicide-suicide 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

She was Ravenclaw's golden girl. He was the Dark Lord's son. In the winter of their sixth year, Delilah Vale and Mattheo Riddle find themselves entangled in a secret plan - one that could unravel the war from within. Forced into an uneasy alliance, they agree to betray the bloodlines that raised them, and each other, in order to bring Voldemort to his knees. As snow falls softly over the castle grounds, Hogwarts becomes a quiet battlefield of glances, lies, and burning letters. Behind every whispered spell and shadowed corridor, they are watched - by enemies, by fate, and by the ghosts of who they used to be. But in the space between love and treason, something softer begins to bloom. Something neither of them expected. And as the war draws closer, so does the final choice: loyalty or love, legacy or freedom. Because every swan sings once. And this is theirs. A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers tale of forbidden magic, fractured bloodlines, and the kind of love that could bring an empire to its knees. Disclaimer: I do not own any characters apart from Delilah Vale, Evangeline Vale, Alaric Vale, Seraphine Montrose and Claribel Fairchild.