Irreconcilable~Mattheo Riddle

Year 1: Mattheo's POV

song: Jigsaw-Conan Gray

YEAR 1: THE SORTING

I know the expectation of my mother and father. I am merely an echo of my parents. I am not here to make friends, I am here to form alliances and a few enemies if time permits it. I am not here for any other reason except to help achieve an end goal. The friends I do make are also merely pawns in a game they have yet to comprehend. Theodore Nott, and Draco Malfoy, the two I must keep close. They will prove useful in the endgame. Both of their parents are death-eaters. Naturally, they know who "Riddle" is. Only a few in the wizarding community know. 

"All will be revealed soon." That is what she said before cackling away in that pathetic excuse for a house. 

Dumbledore, Snape, Quirrel. Two of them are working for our cause. The first, well aware of my name. He shall be extra cautious around me. He knows who and what I am.

My purpose has been and always will be to be the Heir of Slytherin after my father.

I have been raised on the status of my blood. My mother and father look down on the Muggle-borns and Halfbloods. I have adopted the same belief. I have done everything they have asked. My identity is only known to a few.

My father choosing to give me his muggle father's name is not just for the element of surprise but a cruel joke. My existence taunts him. His only son, a halfblood. 

"This school is filled with Mudbloods," I have been having to listen to Draco drone on about the same topic for the past hour and a half. 

It is always the same with these kinds of people. They talk, but they say nothing at all. I wish I could have a break from this. From thinking. I enjoy the silence, but my life is filled with the rambling of adults and twisted sociopaths who kill for sport. 

Men and women who slaughter families with a smile and call it "freedom". But I have no other purpose. I only know evil. I know only sin.

My thoughts are interrupted by a girl introducing herself, I hear her name and my mind goes still. I do not react. I do not feel. My father killed her family. I have robbed her of a life of love, which I have never known, because of some worthless prophecy. 

I cannot help but at least glance in her direction, at this girl with dark brown hair, about shoulder length with the most captivating brown eyes. She is tall for her age. 

I am a coward. I cannot even look at her. I am afraid to. 

I listen to her speak, she sounds unsure, but her voice is soothing. I enjoy hearing it.

The next thing I hear is Draco inviting her to stay for a while. The idiotic fool. I will talk to him about this once she leaves. I will not corrupt her purity with our sacrilegious conventions.

I hear one by one saying their name. To her, I cannot admit who I am. She will find out eventually. But saying my name is a disgrace. How it sends shivers up my spine and gorges out any hope for better out of my heart.

She addresses me. If I cannot ignore her, I will scare her. She must stay away from me. The further the better. In one year she will hate me. Might as well soften the blow by allowing her to only feel hate towards me. Why should I make an effort to be nice, to be good, when I will only prove to be the opposite?

I study her. I meet her gaze. I only see that retched green light. "The Girl Who Was Forgotten." If only she knew her mother, Lily, did to forget about her. Voldemort or Tom(if I feel up to it) was going to kill her. They saw him coming. They took her to the other room, hoping to hide her. She was a new variable in the equation. My father was not aware until that night of her existence. As James ran down the stairs, Lily split the two up, hoping at least one would live. At least that is what Mother tells me. She calls them ignorant, I would say brave, but I am not at liberty to say.