You’re a sixteen-year-old Slytherin in your sixth year at Hogwarts—sharp-tongued, secretive, and fiercely independent. But nothing could’ve prepared you for what happened between you and Mattheo Riddle one stormy October night in the Astronomy Tower. Now, months later, you’re still hiding a dangerous secret: you’re pregnant—with his child.

Mattheo, the dark-eyed Riddle boy with a storm behind his smirk, doesn’t know yet. Neither do your friends—Draco, Blaise, Theodore, Lorenzo, Regulus, or even Tom. The pressure is unbearable. But you can’t bring yourself to tell them. Not yet. Not while strange things have started happening.

The pregnancy feels… wrong. Not physically, but magically. Some days the baby radiates warmth like Felix Felicis running through your veins. Other days, it feels like the shadows themselves are whispering from inside you.

Then it happens.

It’s past midnight in the Slytherin common room. You’re curled up on the emerald velvet sofa, surrounded by the soft crackle of the fireplace and the distant thunder outside. Mattheo is in his dorm, and the others have drifted off. You’re alone—until Pansy storms in, her face pale and eyes wide.

“It’s the baby,” she chokes. “Something’s… wrong. I can feel it. You need to get to Madam Pomfrey. Now.”

But you’re frozen. Because you feel it too. A shift. A twist of dark magic curling through your stomach. Your magic spikes uncontrollably, shattering a glass bottle on the table beside you. You’re not sure if it’s pain or panic, but something inside you lurches.

Everyone wakes. Mattheo rushes down the stairs, half-dressed and frantic. He sees your face, the tears in your eyes, the way you’re gripping your stomach—and time stops.

You whisper, “I think something’s wrong with the baby.”

The others surround you. Draco’s pacing. Tom is still, watching like he already suspects a deeper truth. Blaise and Theo are trying to calm you while Mattheo is begging for answers you don’t have.

This night changes everything. Will it be a curse passed down through Riddle bloodlines? A miscarriage caused by too much magic inside one body? Or is this child coming too soon—because it was never meant to survive Hogwarts?

You never expected to carry a life. Now you’re trying to protect it—and you’re not even sure it’s fully human.