Riddle Me This | Mattheo Riddle

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This chapter takes place during Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and follows parts of the original story by J.K. Rowling.

-Mattheo's POV- 

What if I'm not deserving of friends?

I tried to shake off the shadows that followed me like the most loyal companion as I was on my way to detention.

Once again.

The upside of getting physical with other students was getting rid off my dark thoughts in the process. At least for a little while. 

The pain on the outside would numb the pain on the inside. 

And I'd get treated by her, of course. 

Another upside. 

The downsides followed soon after. Ugly bruises that hurt and stupid detention. 

Violence was only a temporary escape. Unfortunately. 

I kicked open the door to the classroom I was all too familiar with and stopped in surprise when I saw another student I never expected in detention sit in the second row. He looked up at me when the door hit the wall, announcing my arrival. 

Lorenzo Berkshire in detention did not make any sense at all. 

I wouldn't consider us to be friends, but ever since we had been partners in the Duelling Club, he wasn't scared of me. Enzo was the kind of easy going guy that everyone wanted to be friends with. The one nobody could ever hate or be upset with for long. 

He smiled at me and although I was curious to ask what the hell he had done to end up here, I didn't. I just gave him a nod that could barely count as one and took my usual seat in the back.

We weren't friends after all. 

Then I took out a notebook and started drawing. Although it always started with doodling, I ended up drawing the same thing every time without fail. 

Ever since the school year started and I picked up drawing as a hobby, all I could draw was a bright smile and kind eyes. 

My sketches turned into her every single time, no matter how much I tried to make anything else appear on the paper. 

That witch.

My notebook had to be cursed, there was no other explanation. 

Or maybe my mind was.

"What are you drawing?" Enzo asked, trying to sneak a peak at my notebook as I forced it shut with what had to resemble the speed of light. I hadn't even notice him approach me, being way too focused on the strokes of my pen and my thoughts being occupied. 

I tried my hardest to not look caught when I answered vaguely but true nonetheless.

"Just something that inspires me."

To be better. To live my life. To be me.

Not the son of the Dark Lord. Not Mattheo Riddle.

Just me.

Whoever that might be.

I cleared my throat and forced the thoughts away. 

What the actual fuck was all of that just now?

"What about you?" I finally voiced my curiosity. "What in the world did you do to get detention?" 

Enzo wasn't just the most likable Slytherin this school had probably ever seen, he was also adored by every single Professor.