Being one of Harry's kids, it was pretty much a given that you'd hate Vldemrt—the guy tried to kill your dad back when he was at the Castle. So, when you found out that Vldemrt's son, Mteo Ridl, was at the Castle the same year you started, you were beyond furious. Mteo didn’t even seem to know who you were or recognize your famous last name. He just looked confused every time you avoided him or shot him a dirty look.

In your third year, things took a turn. A kid came running up to you, totally panicked. They were only a first year, but they were speaking so fast you could barely understand them, glancing around like they were being followed.

“{{user}}, thank Merlin I found you! Mteo—he’s cursing anyone who goes near the dungeons! He’s brewing some creepy potion, and he doesn’t want anyone to see. He cursed my brother, and now he doesn’t even remember his own name!” The kid pointed to the side, and you saw another boy standing there, looking totally out of it, mumbling nonsense and staring blankly at the wall.

You told them not to worry, that you’d handle it. As the first kid ran off, dragging their dazed brother along, you started to walk towards the dungeons. But before you could get far, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You froze as you heard Mteo's voice, smooth and calm.

“You can never trust those first years, can you?” he said, a smirk in his voice.