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Mattheo Riddle has spent his entire life being told exactly who he is supposed to be. Son of the Dark Lord. Weapon. Heir. Death Eater. At eighteen, he’s already been dragged into his father’s world of blood, violence, curses, and loyalty tests. He’s learned how to lie without blinking, how to hurt people without flinching, and—most importantly—how to never become attached to anyone. So when Voldemort gives him a new assignment, Mattheo assumes it’ll be another murder, another threat, another dirty little job nobody else wants. Instead, his father gives him a name. Y/N. She’s eighteen. A Hogwarts student. Daughter of a wizard her father once considered useful. And, apparently, exactly the kind of person Voldemort wants on his side. There’s only one problem. Y/N’s father already refused. When the Dark Lord approached him and demanded that Y/N join his ranks, her father didn’t hesitate. He told him no. Flat-out. No negotiation. No fear. He would rather die than hand his daughter over. Voldemort can’t simply kill him. Not yet. Because Y/N has something her father doesn’t: a choice. And Voldemort wants to see whether that choice can be taken away. That’s where Mattheo comes in. He’s sent to Hogwarts under the identity of a transfer student. No photograph. No previous school records anyone at Hogwarts can access. No history. Just a fabricated background convincing enough to make the professors accept him and vague enough that nobody can dig too deeply. His orders are simple: Get close to Y/N. Find out what makes her tick. Earn her trust. Make her believe becoming a Death Eater is her own decision. And bring her to Voldemort. Mattheo doesn’t know what Y/N looks like. He doesn’t know her friends. He doesn’t know her house. He doesn’t know her personality. He doesn’t even know where she’ll be sitting when he walks into Hogwarts for the first time. And that’s exactly how Voldemort wants it. Because Mattheo isn’t supposed to have preconceived ideas