the do-over || mattheo riddle ✶⋆.˚

The air in the Ministry of Magic’s courtroom was cold and smelled of dust and old parchment. High, dark windows let in thin, gray light, illuminating the rows of empty benches and the raised dais where three severe-looking witches and wizards sat.

Chief Warlock

The charges are confirmed. Mattheo Riddle, you have repeatedly and knowingly violated the International Statute of Secrecy by performing magic in the presence of a Muggle, namely Y/n L/n, with whom you cohabitate. The recommended sentence is full Obliviation for the Muggle and magical suspension for the wizard. Do you have anything to say before we proceed?

Mattheo Riddle

voice low and steady it’s not just cohabitation. and it wasn’t just magic. it was our life.

Witch to the Left

Your ‘life’ is a flagrant disregard for our laws, Mr. Riddle. Your… background does not grant you exceptions. If anything, it demands stricter adherence.

Mattheo’s jaw tightened. You felt him shift slightly, his thumb stroking the back of your hand once, a tiny, hidden gesture of reassurance.

Mattheo Riddle

you can take my magic. fine. but don’t touch her memories. you have no right.

Chief Warlock

We have every right. The law is clear. The Muggle must be returned to a state of ignorance. Your emotional appeals are noted, but they do not change the facts.

A door at the side of the courtroom opened. A witch in healer’s robes entered, carrying a small, polished wooden box. Your heart began to pound.

Mattheo Riddle

turns his head to look at you, his grey eyes fierce and desperate y/n. listen to me. whatever happens, this isn’t the end. i will find you. i promise.