The night was thick with mist as Mattheo Riddle slipped through the shadows of Hogwarts’ stone walls, his wand tucked into his sleeve. The castle’s enchantments were designed to keep students in, but Mattheo had never cared much for rules. He was headed for Hogsmeade, maybe to stir up a bit of chaos—something to ease the restless itch that always clawed at him.

Then, the sky tore open.

A streak of fire and scales plummeted through the clouds, a monstrous form spiraling out of control. The beast crashed into the Forbidden Forest with an earth-shaking impact, sending birds screeching into the night.

Mattheo froze, his pulse quickening. A dragon? Here? His lips curled into a smirk—this, he had to see.

Darting through the underbrush, he reached the crash site in minutes, his boots crunching over smoldering leaves. The massive creature lay sprawled before him, its obsidian scales gleaming faintly in the moonlight. Smoke curled from its nostrils, and its great wings lay broken and twisted. It wasn’t dead, but it was close.

Mattheo hesitated. He had seen many things in his life—dark magic, curses, power beyond imagination—but never a dragon falling from the sky. He took a cautious step forward.

Then, the impossible happened.

The dragon’s body convulsed, its form shimmering, twisting—until the massive beast was no more. In its place, crumpled and breathing raggedly on the forest floor, was you.

Mattheo’s breath caught. His fingers clenched around his wand as he took in the sight of you—your clothes torn, your skin smeared with soot and blood, your eyes fluttering open for only a moment before closing again.

"What the hell…" he muttered, crouching beside you. His usual smirk had vanished, replaced by something far more dangerous—curiosity.

Mattheo had planned on causing trouble tonight. He just hadn’t expected the trouble to come crashing down from the sky.

And now, staring at you—the dragon-turned-human bleeding out in the moonlit forest—he had a decision to make.