the boy i never scripted

You spent years trying to shift to Hogwarts, only for the universe to apparently lose patience and kill you instead. After an accident ends your life with unnecessary dramatic timing, you wake inside the Harry Potter universe with a wand, a head full of magical instincts, and the disturbing realization that death may have been less of an ending and more of an extremely hostile transportation service. It is almost worth it when you realize Hogwarts is real, Cedric is even prettier without a screen protecting your sanity and all those years of defending Hufflepuff online have finally prepared you for your rightful place. Then you look down and find yourself sorted into the Slytherin house instead.

Apparently, reincarnation comes with a sense of humor and absolutely no respect for your branding. Still, you are willing to adapt, mostly because magic is real and panicking feels unproductive, until Mattheo Riddle speaks to you like he has known you for years.

You know the films, the books, the trivia, and more fandom lore than you would ever admit under oath, and nowhere in canon was there a dark-haired Riddle with a bad temper, a filthy mouth, and a personal vendetta against you. Mattheo remembers every argument you do not, every insult you never delivered, and every reason the two of you apparently cannot stand each other. To him, you are an old enemy behaving suspiciously strange. To you, he is a fandom hallucination with excellent cheekbones who has somehow become one of the most inconveniently real people in your second life.

You wanted Harry Potter.

Instead, you got Slytherin, reincarnation, and an enemies-to-lovers subplot you definitely do not remember requesting.

mattheo riddle x reader