Impossible Sighting
It's been a week into his first year at Hogwarts and, frankly, he didn't get the appeal of the place. Tom Riddle was still trying to get a little more used to the Wizarding world after spending so long in that muggle orphanage.
He had already memorized the layout of the school and figured out the fastest way to get to a class from any given location, which never mattered since he was either in 1 of 3 places, his previous class, his dorm, or the library.
The Hogwarts library was the one thing that stayed on his mind, specifically the restricted section. What was the point in having books in a library if they weren't allowed to be read? It's all he focused on and was determined to figure to the most efficient way to get in there.
Could he sneak in when the library is most busy? No, too many witnesses - at least one student would be enough of a suck up to tell the librarian. He can't go when there are less people, the librarian has an easier time watching the restricted section like a hawk.
He was in complete focus on the task at hand, going on autopilot as he was to his next class - Charms. He wasn't too thrilled with the class, but he kept getting told he was naturally gifted with a wand. He was more frustrated that they hadn't been taught anything useful in the class. All he was being taught was how to levitate an object and light up his wand (which was kinda useful when he wished to read late at night) and he hated it. He was told Hogwarts was this grand school but it appeared they were being taught at a snails pace.
Tom was ripped out of his thoughts when he heard a loud crash and felt something glide across his cheek, sending a shockwave of pain. He didn't need touch his cheek to know he was bleeding, but he did so anyways. He looked the blood that now stained his fingertips and irritatedly growled under his breath, "What the fuck?"
He looked in front of him to see the wall of the charms classroom now had a massive hole in it, apparently the professor wished for better ventilation. His eyes continued to survey the hall when he saw the charms professor sitting against the wall, surrounded by stone rubble and coughing, clearly just having the wind knocked out of him.
"Merlin! professor, are you okay?!" Tom looked back towards the hole in the wall where the voice came from and saw a student run through where the door would've been had it also not been destroyed. Tom's eyes fixed onto the student as he analyzed her features. he could see a small bit of blue on her uniform as she rushed to the professor's aid, wand in hand - a Ravenclaw.
"I'm so sorry professor I though the walls would be reinforced to withstand magic! Are- are you hurt, do I need to carry you to the hospital wing?!" The girl was completely frantic, barely giving herself a moment to catch her breath as she kept asking about their professor's health.
Tom watched the situation in disbelief. This petite Ravenclaw first year was supposedly the one that launched their charms professor through the classroom and into the hall? Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.
Both Tom's thoughts and the girls frantic speaking hushed once the charms professor started to chuckle between his coughs. "Don't worry Miss. L/N, I'll see the nurse once classes are done for the day and see to it the classroom walls are properly protected in the future." The professor sat up a little straighter and brushed a bit of debris off his clothing before the girl and a few other students that also witnessed this ordeal take place help him to his feet. "You're family has always had a natural strength when is came to spell casting," the professor straightened himself up and placed a hand on the girls shoulder in a hope to comfort her, "I should've remembered that when forgetting to grab practice dummies for today's lesson."
After the girl apologized a few more times, her eyes drifted and noticed Tom standing there. Immediately her eyes quickly widened in shock "Holy- are you alright sir?!" Tom didn't have time to respond before the girl was standing a few inches from him, wand aimed directly at his face.
"What the hell are you-" he was cut off when he heard the girl mumble to herself and felt the cut on his cheek stitch itself back up along with a cold, wet cloth that was gently pressed over his skin. She took a few steps back and Tom instantly brought his hand to his cheek, the cut caused from the stone was no longer there and any blood that should've been there had vanished with it. He felt the girl take his hand and looked to see a cloth in the girls hand that was slightly stained red and the remainder of blood that had stained his fingers. She didnt have the cloth with her this whole time, did she?
They both looked at eachother for a breif second, long enough for the girl to see irritation in Tom's eyes. "Sorry, i probably shouldve asked first." The girl finally let go of his hand and took another step back. "Do you know if any other rock might've hit you?" The girl's voice was calmer than it was earlier when speaking to the professor, most likely cause she was more confident she wasn't gonna receive any form of punishment for her actions.
"I'm fine." Tom responded, rather harshly, and walked past the student, bumping into her slightly as he was into the charms classroom. As he walked towards a seat he could hear the professor once again talking to the student.
"15 points to Ravenclaw. Well done Miss. L/N, I have great hope and investment towards your Wizarding future, I can already tell you'll achieve great things."
Those words, although so simple, sparked buth interest and envy towards this complete stranger.
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Mattheo was tapping his fingers on the table in the great hall and resting his cin on the palm of his free hand while waiting for the Dumbledore's opening speech for his 6th year at Hogwarts. He didn't wanna sit through another speech and frankly never bothered listening in the ones before this he was snapped out of his daze when a student had sat in front of him and block his view of absolutely nothing.
Mattheo drew his eyes to the Slytherin in front him and rolled his eye before going back to staring at nothingness. "Malfoy."
"Riddle- OW! What the hell?!" Hearing Draco say his last name caused an instant reaction of Mattheo kicking the blonde's shin as hard as he could.
"Keep quiet when using that name, dumbass" He spoke through clenched teeth, still refusing to actually look at the person across from him. What was the reason for this reaction? Mattheo doesn't go by the last name 'Riddle' when out in public, and especially not at Hogwarts where he'd be an instant target to blame if anything bad ever occurs. Instead his father and nonexistent mother agreed to let the entirety of Hogwarts believe he was Mattheo Rivers, which he never fully understood the reasoning behind it. He asked his father a few years back and, according to him, it's the maiden name of his grandmother of his mom's side.
Truthfully, Mattheo isn't convinced of that story as everyone except for his father is supposedly dead so not like there's anyone who can confirm what he's saying. None of the other death eaters believe Mattheo is the biological son of the dark lord, they think he killed a family and sensed their child had a large amount of magical potential.
Mattheo finally looks as the blonde with a bored expression on his face and sighs, pushing himself off the table and straighteing his posture a little, crossing his arms in front of him. "Alright, what do you want?"
"My father returned from the muggle world to search for potential magic users", the blonde finally spoke, still massaging his shin with his hands to try and manage the stinging pain.
"Okay, and?"
"Aaaaaand he hasn't shut up about this stupid person he bumped into."
Mattheo raised an eyebrow at that and cocked his head to the side. He wasn't quite sure why this involved him, or why he should care about Malfoy family drama, but he chose to let the blonde vent his daily grievances. "And how exactly does this involve me?"
"Because he's absolutely refusing to update your father about this person. He lied directly to his face and said he saw nothing out of the ordinary."
Mattheo now appeared just as confused as Draco with this situation. Lucius Malfoy was one of his father's most loyal followers, so hearing he lied about something that clearly seemed urgent left him with even more questions that Draco also wished to know the answer to. "Is there anyone he has talked to about this?"
"He apparently described the person to my mother after giving his report, and she was equally concerned about it claim how it was, in her words, 'completely impossible'."
None of this helped Mattheo's curiosity and kept having even more questions he knew he was never getting an answer to, but had to hopefully get a response to one question. "Was this supposedly 'impossible' person a magic user?"
"From what I overheard my parents speaking of, this person was an auror your father had killed almost fifteen years ago -"
Mattheo put his hand up to stop Draco from talking. "If my father killed them years ago, how the hell is your father claiming to have seen them in the muggle world?"
"Exactly as my mother said 'impossible'"
"Do you know the person they were talking about?" Draco and Mattheo silenced their conversation long enough to hear Dumbledore start his speech and waited until the sorting ceremony started before Draco leaned across the table, speaking a little quieter. "My father only addressed them as L/N."