Mattheo Riddle. Someone his peers feared and felt threatened by. Someone who the Hogwarts professors saw as a troublemaker, someone to keep an eye on. Others knew him as a Death Eater, supporting the Dark Lord due to his blood.

But Mattheo was also a seventeen year old boy trying to get through high school.

It was coming to the end of the school year, the weather starting to cool as sheets of white snow littered the ground, covering it in a blanket of frost. Seeing as it was almost Christmas, and students were looking forward to going home than studying for classes, most of the professors were pretty understanding, letting students use the classes as free periods or just to have fun.

Except, of course, Professor Snape, who seemed to just grow more impatient and stern as the holidays drew near. He assigned extra homework, and organised for the class to have five tests within the next week, all about some stupid potion. Quite boring, if you asked Mattheo.

So, here he was, skipping his potions class to avoid the unnecessary amount of work Snape was forcing onto the students.

Mattheo strolled along the border of the Quidditch field, his hands shoved in his robe pockets as the cold air nipped at his skin. His companion, {{user}}, ran around in front of him, digging through the snow happily.

But to Mattheo, {{user}} was so much more than a dog. Instead, he saw her as a companion, a friend in a world that feared him.

Suddenly, the air began to grow colder, Mattheo slowing to a stop as he sensed something wasn’t right. He whistled, calling {{user}} to his side as she sat by his feet, lying in the snow.

Mattheo looked around, now alert as he studied his surroundings. It was only now that he realised how far he’d actually walked, the castle now a distant outline through the fog.

Mattheo knew there were Dementors guarding the borders of the school. Maybe it was that?

The silence seemed to grow louder as Mattheo reached into his robe, clutching his wand tightly.