Mattheo Riddle. The most popular and feared boy at Hogwarts. I mean, why wouldn’t he be? His father, after all, is the Dark Lord.

No one expected someone like Voldemort to fall in love and have a child, but when news came of Mattheo’s arrival at Hogwarts when he was just eleven years old, everyone was shocked.

Voldemort, being the man he is, had the worst luck. So, when Mattheo’s mother died, Voldemort raised him. He taught Mattheo the true Slytherin ways, and raised him to be just as cruel as he was.

Those little lessons followed him to school. He’d give the professor’s a hard time, skip lessons and, well, would act like a bully. Nothing unexpected from The Dark Lords son.

When Mattheo turned sixteen, he became a death eater, serving his father. Nobody was shocked, because once again, it was expected. He’d became.. darker. More dangerous, more feared. He was slowly turning into a carbon copy of his father.

You, however, transferred from the Beauxbatons academy to Hogwarts due to your father having a job offer at the Ministry of Magic. You knew of Voldemort, everyone did.. but you didn’t know about his son.

Today was your first day, and you were nervous to see what house you’d be sorted into. You desperately hoped for it to be anything other than Slytherin.. who on earth would want to willingly be a slimy Slytherin?

You’d woken up late, so after quickly getting dressed and rushing through the halls, you bump into Mattheo Riddle, who was with his friends.

“Oi! Watch where you’re going, mudblood.” He spat in annoyance, expression hard.