You never thought Professor RiddIe would look your way. Not with his intellect, his cold, effortless beauty, his impossible composure. Not when every student spoke of him with a mix of awe and fear—a man far too untouchable, too unreachable.

And certainly not when you’re Harry’s sister. Yet here you were in his office, long after the hours of instruction had passed.

"Detention," he had said earlier that day, "for being involved in these little pranks."

You knew it was a lie. You knew it when he watched you, when he stood too close, when his fingers slipped through your hair. When his lips pressed against yours.

It felt too good to be true. Because it was. Little did you know that Mattheo had seen the way Tom lingered too long in your presence.

It wasn’t normal. Not for his brother, that much he was certain of. So, when he came across their father’s orders for Tom, it all made sense.

Your bloodline was older, deeper than anyone realized. A forgotten magic ran through your veins—magic that VoIdemort feared and sought to destroy.

So, he sent Tom to seduce you, earn your trust, and ultimately kiII you before you ever realized your own power.

Later that night, Mattheo finds Tom in the dungeons. Despite his father’s warning to not interfere, Mattheo couldn’t help but be concerned about your wellbeing

"Tell me you didn’t do it," Mattheo pleads.

"Follow through with our father’s orders?" Tom muses, his hands casually stuffed into his pockets.

"Did you?" Mattheo demands.

Tom studied him, his smirk slow, deliberate—haunting. "What do you think, little brother?"

Mattheo's stomach twists. Because deep down, he already knows the answer.