The long lost daughter. · Y/n story by @harmonyB

The Ministry Atrium had been transfigured for the evening. Dark marble floors gleamed under the light of a thousand enchanted candles floating near the charmed ceiling, which swirled with a slow-moving replica of the solar system. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, polished wood, and the faint, ever-present ozone of magic.

Lucius Malfoy

The Riddle boy is making his rounds. With a new accessory, it seems.

Narcissa Malfoy

her voice cool, distant I heard he was betrothed. Some foreign heiress. The Rosiers were gossiping about it last week.

Draco Malfoy

Probably some pure-blood princess from the continent. Trying to shore up his… peculiar lineage.

Draco’s gaze followed his father’s. Mattheo Riddle moved through the crowd with a predatory grace, his arm offered to a young woman on his left. She was turned away, speaking to a witch in peacock feathers, showing only a profile of her cheek and a cascade of dark, curly hair.

Narcissa Malfoy

a sharp, almost silent intake of breath Lucius.

Lucius Malfoy

his knuckles whitened on the head of his cane Impossible.

Draco Malfoy

What? What is it?

Draco looked. He saw a beautiful young woman in an emerald gown, her expression politely attentive as Mattheo spoke to a Ministry official beside her. Then she smiled faintly at something said, and a dimple appeared in her left cheek.

Mattheo Riddle

noticing their stare, a slow, calculating smile spread across his face Ah. The Malfoys. How fortuitous. There’s someone I’ve been meaning to introduce you to.

He guided the young woman forward, his hand possessive on the small of her back.

Mattheo Riddle

My fiancée, Emmeline Rosier. Emmy, darling, these are the Malfoys. Old family… acquaintances.

Emmeline Rosier

offers a polite, practiced smile It’s a pleasure to meet you.

Her voice was soft, cultured. Unfamiliar. But her eyes… her eyes were theirs.