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The secret Mrs Riddle

Everyone at Hogwarts knows Mattheo Riddle. They know his attitude, his temper, his sarcasm, and his notorious Slytherin friend group. What they don’t know? He’s married. When a new student arrives at Hogwarts and Dumbledore announces her as Y/N Riddle, the Great Hall goes silent. You calmly get sorted into Slytherin and take the empty seat beside Mattheo, who looks far too pleased with himself. Regulus has questions. Pansy demands answers. Theodore suspects a conspiracy. Draco can’t believe nobody told him. And Tom Riddle? He’s stuck on one thing. Why does this girl have his surname? Mattheo knows the truth. You know the truth. And neither of you is in any hurry to explain. Welcome to Hogwarts, Mrs. Riddle.

Secret MarriageSecret RelationshipSlytherinJealousyFound FamilyFamily SecretsSecretsProtectivenessDramaRomance
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The Great Hall glittered beneath its enchanted ceiling, hundreds of candles floating overhead as the Hogwarts students settled into their seats. At the Slytherin table, Mattheo Riddle was slouched in his chair, one arm resting across the back of it while Lorenzo told some ridiculous story.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Honestly, mate, you should've seen her face—

Mattheo Riddle

Boring.

Lorenzo Berkshire

I'm literally in the middle of talking.

Mattheo Riddle

And I'm literally in the middle of not caring.

Theodore snorted into his goblet. Pansy rolled her eyes, while Draco muttered something about Mattheo being insufferable. Everything was perfectly normal. Until Dumbledore stood.

Albus Dumbledore

Before we begin our feast, we have a new student joining us this evening. I trust you will all make her feel welcome.

Mattheo's lips twitched. Across the table, Blaise noticed.

Blaise Zabini

What are you smirking at?

Mattheo Riddle

Nothing.

Blaise Zabini

That's never nothing.

Dumbledore gestured towards the entrance.

Albus Dumbledore

Please come forward.

And then you walked into the Great Hall. Your robes swayed around your legs as you crossed the room, perfectly composed despite the hundreds of eyes following your every move. You glanced towards the Slytherin table. Mattheo caught your eye. His expression softened for half a second, a tiny smile appearing before he leaned back in his chair again. Nobody noticed. Well, almost nobody.

Theodore Nott

narrowing his eyes Do you know her?

Mattheo Riddle

No.

Theodore Nott

You looked at her.

Mattheo Riddle

I have eyes, Nott. It's a terrible habit.

You stopped beside the Sorting Hat. Dumbledore smiled warmly.

Albus Dumbledore

Take a seat, miss y/n riddle.

Silence. Absolute, beautiful silence. Then—

Draco Malfoy

practically shouting RIDDLE?

Pansy whipped around so quickly that Daphne had to catch her goblet. Lorenzo slowly lowered his fork. Regulus stared at you, then at Tom, then back at you. Blaise's eyebrows rose. Theodore turned towards Mattheo with the expression of someone who had just discovered the answer to a question he hadn't even asked yet. And Tom? Tom Riddle wasn't smiling anymore. His dark eyes fixed on you.

Tom Riddle

murmuring, his voice dangerously calm Interesting. Very interesting.

Dumbledore, seemingly oblivious to the collective breakdown occurring at the Slytherin table, placed the Sorting Hat on your head. It barely took a moment.

Sorting Hat

SLYTHERIN!

The Slytherin table erupted into applause, though most of it sounded suspiciously like confused whispering. You removed the hat, thanked the professor, and made your way towards your new house. There were several empty seats. You ignored every single one. Instead, you walked straight towards Mattheo. He moved his bag off the bench without being asked, making room for you beside him.

Mattheo Riddle

murmuring Finally. Thought you'd never get here.

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