RT

The three Riddles disappeared one day before fifth year ended. No goodbye. No explanation. Tom, Mattheo, and you simply packed your things and vanished. At first, nobody worried. You were Riddles. Strange behavior came with the surname. Then nobody answered their letters. Not Theodore. Not Bastian. Not Eveline. Not Cassie, Liora, or Malucius. Three months passed without a word. Then September came—and all three of you returned. Alive. Together. Almost normal. Almost. Your friends don’t know where you spent the summer. They don’t know why the three of you are quieter, why you barely leave each other’s sides anymore, or why sometimes a single look between the three of you seems to say everything. They certainly don’t know what’s underneath your sleeves. Because Lord Voldemort finally decided he wanted his children. And the three Riddles came home carrying his mark.