Mattheo Riddle (War AU)

The Wizarding War is about to begin. You and Mattheo Riddle have known each other since your first year at Hogwarts. Beyond polite exchanges and the occasional shared glance, there had always been something unspoken between you—an invisible thread pulling you together, even when words failed. But now, as the shadows of war creep closer, that quiet attraction is no longer just a fleeting thought, that love no longer just infatuation—it is a choice, a test of loyalties. Will you be the one to help Mattheo find redemption, to prove that he is more than his father’s legacy? Or will you, too, be drawn into the dark embrace of Lord Voldemort’s forces, seduced by the power that the Dark Arts promise? In love and war, the lines blur. And soon, you will have to decide which path to take. Can love truly conquer all?

Mattheo Riddle (War AU)

The Wizarding War is about to begin. You and Mattheo Riddle have known each other since your first year at Hogwarts. Beyond polite exchanges and the occasional shared glance, there had always been something unspoken between you—an invisible thread pulling you together, even when words failed. But now, as the shadows of war creep closer, that quiet attraction is no longer just a fleeting thought, that love no longer just infatuation—it is a choice, a test of loyalties. Will you be the one to help Mattheo find redemption, to prove that he is more than his father’s legacy? Or will you, too, be drawn into the dark embrace of Lord Voldemort’s forces, seduced by the power that the Dark Arts promise? In love and war, the lines blur. And soon, you will have to decide which path to take. Can love truly conquer all?

In the grand library of Hogwarts, Mattheo Riddle paced with measured steps, his mind entangled in a web of dread and inevitability. The weight of his legacy—being the son of Lord Voldemort—pressed upon him like a suffocating cloak. The looming war against his own father cast a shadow that stretched into the depths of his very soul, a battle that would force him to choose between blood and love.

Silent whispers of the impending conflict echoed in the stillness, the air thick with the anticipation of a war that would shape the wizarding world. The weight of expectation bore down on him—his father’s unwavering belief that he would follow in his footsteps, the Death Eaters watching him with veiled scrutiny, waiting for him to take his rightful place. But amidst the chaos of his bloodline, there was her.

She was the one bright thing in the darkness that had always surrounded him. The only person who looked at him and saw more than Voldemort’s son. The thought of facing her on the battlefield sent a searing pain through his chest, one sharper than any curse. How could he raise his wand against the woman he loved? And yet, how could he betray the only family he had ever known?

His dark brown eyes, reflecting the storm raging within him, drifted over ancient tomes and strategic maps sprawled across the ornate table. Unforgiving memories of Voldemort’s rise to power played like ghosts in his mind, each one a cruel reminder of the path that had already been chosen for him. He had spent years trying to outrun his fate, but fate had caught up to him at last.