Mattheo Riddle
Mattheo and Y/n through the years
also this is a Y/n Potter x Mattheo Riddle type story
this is purely j bc i can’t think of anything else to write
also, i am so not ready for school to start so like sum1 kill me b4 august 8th
that was a lil jokey joke no one start hating on me ok i’m depressed and suicidal so don’t start w the disrespectful thing <3
anyways, i hope u enjoy
Year One
“Your name’s Mattheo Riddle? Like, your last name is Riddle?” Y/n asked, completely shocked. “And you like going around school telling people that?”
He rolled his eyes. “You’re so funny.”
She shrugged. “I get it from my nonexistent parents.”
“Okay, orphan girl, let’s see you pass this test.”
“Okay, Riddle-Me-This, I’ll kick your ass at it.”
“Sure you will.”
Year Two
“Your last name is Riddle… isn’t it?” Y/n asked, looking around the Chamber of Secrets.
“It’s not what you think.” Mattheo said quickly.
She eyed the man behind him. “That’s Tom Marvelo Riddle… and you’re- you’re Mattheo Marvelo Riddle. So what is he?”
“I am Tom Marvelo Riddle.” Tom said irritably. “Voldemort is my past, present, and future.”
She eyed him. “You’re definitely attractive, Tom, but this weird voodoo shit is the type of witchcraft I am not studying.”
He rolled his eyes. “Son, kill her.”
“See? You heard that, Mattheo? Daddy Tom just called you son! You can’t tell me it’s not what I think now.” Y/n said angrily.
Mattheo gave her a pleasing look. “I’m telling you it’s not what it looks like.”
“But it is.” Tom said.
Y/n looked at him. “We’re having a conversation, and for some really old guy who wants, like, immortality or something, you’re not that wise. Like, clearly you’re being rude.”
“I don’t care! Son, kill her!” Tom yelled.
Mattheo turned to Tom. “I won’t. She can be resourceful to us. She’s Y/n Potter. Please, father. We’re friends. She’s a Slytherin. She speaks Parceltongue.”
Tom looked at Y/n suspiciously. “Speak then, girl.”
“What the bloody hell do I look like to you? Your servant?” Y/n asked irritably. “I did not just ruin Daphne Green Ass’s life and become queen bee of Slytherin for you to tell me what to do! I own this school now, got it? I am not gonna listen to some weird hologram type thing when you’re not even actually alive looking like that!”
Mattheo gave her a look. “Shut it.” He hissed.
She crossed her arms. “You’re such a good friend, Mattheo. Honestly. Telling me to shut it and begging your father not to have you kill me. And I thought Hogwarts was terrifying for a moment.” She said sarcastically.
Tom groaned. “You’re both fools!”
“Stop talking like that!” Y/n yelled. “You sound dumb and annoying! Talk like we do because I swear this whole Stone Age vocabulary is really starting to piss me off!”
“Hey, Tom!” Harry yelled, kneeling over Tom Riddle’s diary with a basilisk fang. “Get a load of this.”
Tom reached out. “No!”
But it was too late, Harry had already stabbed the diary and made Tom stumble.
Y/n smacked Mattheo. “You blithering idiot! How could you bring me down here?!”
“You wanted to save Harry!”
“Oh, so now saving Harry means almost dying with him?!” She snapped. “I’ll remember that one.”
“Oh, shut up!” He shot back.
Year Three
“Don’t try to kill me this year, huh, Mattheo.” Y/n joked as they sat at their usual table on the train.
He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t mean to.”
Draco sat beside them. “What’re you two going on about this time?”
“Mattheo almost killed me last year.” Y/n said brightly.
Draco looked at Mattheo. “She’s still not over it?”
“I could’ve died! Hello? Does you not see the problem with that?!” She yelled irritably.
“You weren’t going to die!” Mattheo yelled. “I wouldn’t have killed you and he couldn’t do it!”
She scowled at him. “Let me have my moment, Riddle-Me-This.”
Year Four
“Is that-“ Y/n started, grabbing onto Mattheo’s hand absentmindedly.
He squeezed hers. “Cedric Diggory.”
She covered her face in his shoulder. “That would’ve been me in the Chamber of Secrets. Why couldn’t it have been me?!”
“You’re so dramatic.” Mattheo said, rolling his eyes but still holding onto her tightly as he watched Mr. Digorry run down to where Harry was crying over Cedric’s body.
Year Five
“I swear that dwarf looking flamingo is getting on my last bloody nerves.” Y/n muttered.
Mattheo snorted, looking over at her. “I think you’re handling it all just fine.”
“Look at my hand!” She shrieked, showing Mattheo her hand that had three sentences cut into it with dried blood around it.
His eyes widened. “She did that to you?!”
“She gave me a pen to do it so I technically did it to myself.” Y/n corrected, her eyes watering. “It still burns.”
Mattheo rushed out of the common room and to Professor Umbridge’s office, barging in. “You can’t hurt her! I won’t allow it!”
“What was that, dear?” She asked innocently.
“Y/n. If she still has those cuts on her by tomorrow I’ll be letting my father know.” He said angrily.
She looked at him. “She was being disrespectful.”
“I don’t care what she was being. You better understand who’s higher authority in this, or you’ll end up dead on the street like the Mudbloods.”
She nodded slowly. “I’ll keep that in mind, dear.”
Mattheo hurried out and back to Y/n, holding onto her hand gently and looking at it. “I’ll have to find her little toy so she’ll have to find another way of punishing students, but I want you to know she’s not going to do this to you anymore. She won’t cause any harm to you as long as I’m here.”
Y/n smiled at him. “You’ve got more balls than I think you do.”
“Wanna test that theory?” He asked with a grin.
Year Six
Mattheo looked up at Lilith, who was pacing around his dorm. “You can sit down you know.”
“Shut it.” She hissed before going back to muttering to herself.
He got up from his bed and stopped her by putting both hands out onto her shoulder. “Stressing isn’t going to make this go away.”
“You’re in deep shit, Mattheo.”
“I know, love, but I’ll figure it out.”
“No. I can do it. I can kill him for you. I have reasons to and that way you can remain safe. You and Draco will be fine.”
“You’ll be killing someone, Y/n. I won’t let you do it.”
“I won’t let you follow in your fathers footsteps, Mattheo. I’m doing this and you can change my mind.”
He sighed. “Look, I know it’s scary, I know it’s risky, but I know I can do this.”
She paused then looked up at him. “And that’s exactly what I’m afraid of.”
Year Seven
Y/n hurried over to Mattheo. “He’s back.”
“What?!” He asked groggily, looking up at his fiancé through squinted eyes.
She looked at him. “Your father’s back, love. He wants you downstairs with the rest of us.”
“I’ll be down in a second.”
She pulled him off the bed. “You’ll be down there now. Let’s go.”
He stood up on wobbly legs and walked as quickly as possible behind Y/n. “Why’re we doing this so late?”
“They found my brother.” She whispered, her voice breaking. She cleared her throat and blinked back the tears she was holding before walking into the dining room where all the Death Eaters were.
“Mattheo, my son.” Voldemort said with a small smile. “And his fiancé, Y/n Potter. Lovely to see the both of you. Come sit, come sit.” They sat down on either side of him. “How’s the baby making coming along? I need a promise there will be another heir in case things go wrong.”
“Father, nothing will go wrong.” Mattheo lied.
Y/n looked at her soon to be father in law. “We have full confidence that this will be successful.”
“And you’re alright with me killing your brother?” Voldemort asked suspiciously.
Y/n sat up straighter. “He was a cruel person. I think you’d be doing everyone a favor.”
“The students at Hogwarts don’t think so.” Lucius cut in.
Y/n looked at him. “They don’t know him the way I do. Don’t forget,” she said, looking around, “i’ve spent more time with him than anyone else. Albus Dumbledore left us on the porch of our aunt and uncle for thirteen years.”
“He left you there for fourteen.” Lucius said.
She looked at him. “And that year away he sent me letters about almost everything.”
“But you didn’t find out about me until the next year?” Voldemort asked.
She nodded. “Exactly. Mattheo told me, actually- well he gave me a book about the history and all that.”
Mattheo chewed the inside of his cheek. “Why are we here, father? It’s the middle of the night.”
“We’ve heard of where Harry Potter might go. I have already sent Nagini on her way… If anyone hears anything or sees anything, let me know. The meeting is over now, everyone but the Malfoy’s, Y/n, Mattheo, and Severus can go.” Voldemort said, looking along the table with a smile showing off his ugly top teeth.
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