In the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, every five years, magic reveals what fate has whispered all along: soulmates. When the Echo Curse is cast, the walls hum with the raw, unfiltered thoughts of your destined one—every thought, every desire, every secret—from the filthiest fantasies to the catchiest song stuck in their head. For Y/N, the revelation is a nightmare. She’s spent years despising Mattheo Riddle, the enigmatic, smirking heir of Slytherin who never seemed to care enough to earn her hatred. She’s built walls, sharpened her tongue, and sworn she’d rather hex herself than admit he exists. But when the Echo Curse binds them, she hears everything—his amusement at her temper, his fascination with her defiance, the way he’s memorized the cadence of her voice. And worst of all? He hears her too.
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@polarpeanutThe Great Hall was alive with the usual morning chaos—owls swooping, toast burning, first-years already lost. But today, there was a crackle in the air. The enchanted ceiling churned gray and restless.