Hi can you do something like mattheo riddle x Potter! Reader? Where reader is the daughter of Harry and Mattheo studies in her year so because of that, Harry makes Hermione (who is the teacher of defence against the dark in the cursed child) to keep her away from mattheo as he thinks mattheo might take revenge for his father? which he might be intending to? But mattheo goes full on yandere on reader ?
Hermione Weasley as DADA professor
Hermione is told to keep Y/n away from Mattheo Riddle bc he’s dangerous
Mattheo Riddle comes back for revenge
Takes place during 5th year
“Potter, get to class.” A teacher scolded at Y/n, who was already sprinting through the halls to Defense Against the Dark Arts.
She slipped into class and sat down quickly in the only empty seat.
Professor Weasley looked around the room. “There are a couple problems with the seating arrangement. Can I have Longbottom switch places with Potter? Uh… Malfoy switch with, uh, Zabini, please. And… I think the seatings good, let me just make a chart…” She rummaged through folders before finding a piece of parchment, a quill, and ink. “Go ahead and start moving while I make this.” She said, her head down as she continued to scribble on the paper.
Y/n looked at the boy. “Did I do something?”
He raised a brow. “You’re Potter?”
She nodded, holding out a hand. “Y/n Potter.”
“I’m guessing you’ve got a couple brothers roaming around.”
She shrugged. “Just a couple.”
He nodded. “You fitting in the way you want?”
She looked down at her things. “Maybe just a little.”
“If you need a friend, I’m here.” He grinned, a small but seemingly devilish grin.
She picked up her things and looked at him. “I might just take you up on that.”
“Y/n.” Professor Weasley said. “You haven’t moved yet.”
Y/n hurried to the Longbottoms seat and set her things down. “Sorry, professor.” She said softly.
“See me after class, please, Potter.” Weasley said before starting teaching.
After class Y/n stood by Weasley’s desk with her book bag slung over her shoulder. “You told me to stay after class.”
“Y/n.” She said. “I know me and your father aren’t exactly close anymore and you have no idea who my children are…” She sighed. “I knew Harry when we came here. He found out I took a job here and asked me, practically begged me, to keep an eye on you.”
“So you moved me to the front?” I asked confused.
She sighed. “The boy you were sitting beside is Mattheo Riddle.”
“So?” Y/n asked curiously.
“There are books and journals I can give you to help you understand exactly what kind of person raised Mattheo Riddle.” She said. “Come back here after dinner and I’ll give you everything.”
She nodded. “Alright. But until then I’m gonna be nice to him.”
“Y/n- Harry doesn’t want you even looking at him.”
Y/n paused. “What?” The emotion drained from her face. “You can’t be serious. It’s barely the first day!”
Professor Weasley shrugged. “He’ll be here soon to speak with the headmaster.”
“He wants to talk to Headmaster Marazion? For what?”
“For you.” Weasley paused. “You should probably get to your next class.” She motioned to the students already sitting down at tables.
“May I have a note, then?” Y/n asked.
Weasley scribbled on a piece of ripped parchment and handed it to Y/n. “I’ll see you after dinner, Potter.”
Y/n half smiled before hurting out of the classroom, eager to get away from all the curious stares of her peers.
To her dismay, the stares wouldn’t just end in the classrooms. Across the doorway to DADA, Mattheo Riddle was leaned against an archway to the quad with a cigarette in his hand, his eyes trained on her as a small smile played on his lips.
“Shouldn’t you be somewhere?” Y/n asked him.
He shrugged, his eyes wandering away from her. “Dunno. Should I?”
“As a matter of fact, class starts in a couple minutes and I know smoking isn’t on anyone schedules.”
“Oh.” He frowned. “It isn’t?”
Y/n rolled her eyes. “You’re not funny.”
He looked at her innocently. “You’re the one who came up to me.”
She scowled. “Go duck yourself, Riddle.”
“You know my name?” He asked teasingly before taking another drag.
She shrugged. “Professor Weasley pulled me aside to have a…”, She looked at him disgustedly when he tossed his cigarette away, “chat.”
He grinned at her. “About me?”
“She said your dangerous.” Y/n said, crossing her arms. “I’d she right?”
“Well, she’s not exactly wrong.” He smirked. “What? You scared to talk now?”
She crossed her arms. “Give me a reason why I shouldn’t start finding ways to avoid you, Riddle.”
“Can’t do that, princess.” He said grinning at her.
“I’d be lying if I told you I’m who you should hang around.”
“I’d be lying if I told you I don’t want to backhand you right now.”
He laughed. “Come on, Potter, don’t be like that.”
“How am I supposed to be, then?”
“How can I be calm when a professor’s telling me to stay the bloody hell away from you?”
“Definitely not like this.”
He smiled. “I’ll give you a million reasons if I have to, Potter. You’re the only one who doesn’t know about my father.”
“I’m the only one because I refuse to learn about an old, hairless fuck who wanted to live forever.”
“So you’ve heard of him?” He asked with a grin, this time it was playful or fun, it was sad.
Y/n eyed him. “I’ve heard stories. Bedtime stories, really. My father told them to me and my brothers all the time.”
He nodded. “You should probably get to class.”
“Show me your schedule.” She said, completely ignoring him.
He handed her the paper with a sigh. “We don’t have any more classes together, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I was thinking that. Now I know.” She shoved the schedule back in his hands. “Let’s get to Potions.”
He furrowed his brows but let her guide him to the Potions classroom.
“Sit beside me.” She ordered after taking a seat in the back.
He did so, eyeing her suspiciously while people eyed them and whispered.
During dinner Y/n grabbed some food then left to sit by the Black Lake and catch up on her studies so she wouldn’t miss anything.
“You missed a hell of a show back there, princess.” Mattheo said as she sat down beside her.
Y/n looked up at him. “You don’t have anything better to do than bother me?”
“Tell me about your father, then.”
He stopped. “That’s not a good idea.”
She crossed her arms. “Tell me before I get a prejudiced point of view of it all.”
“Come on, princess.” He said softly.
She shut her books. “See you around, then.” She was about to get up when he sighed.
“He was so cold. Not his voice or his looks or anything, but his skin. I remember he’d hold me sometimes to help me sleep and he’d need to wear a large, wool coat so mine and his skin wouldn’t press together. It was so cold it’d make my teeth clatter. But he was never cruel to me the way he was to other people. To his followers. He’d take time out of his meetings to play with me and he’d let me do whatever I wanted.I remember I’d dance around the dining room while my father talking about horrible things. The only thing on my mind at that time was the music playing in my brain. A low hum of a melody played in my head, I remember.”
He shook his head and looked up at me. “He was never cruel to me. He didn’t try to teach me a thing he was doing. He let me… well, he let me live like any other child.”
Y/n shook her head. “Why couldn’t you just tell me that?”
He shrugged. “Because then you’d know.”
She crossed her arms. “And now that I do?”
“I might have to kill you.” He said, seriously at first then bursting into laughter, Y/n laughing along with him.
Days, weeks, even months passed by where Y/n would read about Voldemort in secret so Mattheo wouldn’t know and where she was also close with Mattheo without teachers and students knowing.
Everything was going well when Y/n walked in on Mattheo writing something. The only thing she found odd about it all is the fact he shoved the paper into the drawer of his desk quickly.
“Hey, princess.” He said teasingly, as usual, but something was off about his voice.
She pretended not to notice. “Hey. We still on for kitchen raising?”
“Yeah. Yes, of course.” He stood up and shoved his school cloak on. “Let’s go.”
After the successful kitchen raid, Y/n and Mattheo went back to Mattheo’s room to eat some of the food and have a slumber party, considering all his roommates found different beds and rooms to occupy.
After Mattheo fell asleep Y/n went thought his drawer and grabbed the note, multiple letters under it.
I hope you’re doing well in classes. Mostly, I hope you’re doing well with your assignment I gave you. Y/n seems to be falling for your little act so continue that. Don’t, under any circumstance, give up what you’re doing. You die for this agreement. This is for a good cause. Her fathers the reason I lost the only person who truly understood me. Her father’s the reason you’re an orphan and staying with me. Don’t screw this up, Riddle. - G
Y/n shoved the letter from someone back into the drawer before shoving the letter Mattheo was writing, then she ran off to her dorm.
Maybe everything was fake. Maybe he didn’t mean anything he told her. She didn’t care. All she wanted right then was to scream.
So, she made her way to the astronomy tower and stood by the railing, screaming her heart out to make herself feel better.
The railing bent in her hands, the ceiling cracked, wind blew harder into the castle, breaking windows, the world seemed to bend at her will.
She stopped when she realized something was wrong. The whole castle was going into lock down.
She hurried down the stairs and got in line with a group of Hufflepuffs and Slytherins walking together to the Great Hall.
Weasley walked over to her and pulled her away. “What the hell happened?”
She shrugged. “I was wandering the castle when I felt it.”
Her professor nodded. “Best to go sit with your house, then.”
Y/n smiled. “See you, professor.”
Mattheo caught up with you by the Gryffindor table. “Y/n, what the hell happened? You just disappeared.”
“Sorry, Mattheo.” Y/n said softly, avoiding eye contact.
He stopped dead in his tracks. “Y/n?”
She continued to avoid eye contact.
He looked at her with pure concern. “What happened, darling? Did someone say something? Did you see something? What happened?”
“Someone did say something.” She said softly, her eyes welling up. “I saw it.”
“You saw what someone said?” He asked confused.
She took a shaky breath. “Mattheo… I saw- I saw it. I saw what they said. G. I saw what G said.”
He grabbed her hand. “Y/n, please, please listen to me, okay? This guy took me in to live with his kids and his wife. Something happened during the Battle of Hogwarts. Something serious. He lost someone. A lover or a friend-I don’t know. All I know is he’s angry with your father.”
“What the fucking hell do I have to do with my father?” She snapped.
He shrugged. “Dunno. I told you what I know, Y/n, please believe me.”
She looked at him. “How can I?”
He looked at her with glassy eyes. “Y/n please, please, please believe me. I don’t want anything to do with all this. I just needed a place to stay, I didn’t know the risks I’d be taking until I got to know you.”
She glared at him. “You’re going to take me to whoever the hell is taking care of you. Understood?”
“I can’t do that without making it look like I’ve hurt you.”
“No, like physically hurt you.”
“You physically pain me every time you open your stupid ass mouth.” Y/n scowled.
He smiled slightly at my words before frowning. “He wants me to use the cruciatus curse on you, love.”
She pursed her lips. “He wants you to hurt me? Literally, actually fucking hurt me?!”
Mattheo looked at her pitifully. “I’m so sorry.”
She glared at him. “Mattheo Riddle, you’re going to do what I say. No complaining or whining or whatever. Am I understood?”
I was cut up and bruised when Mattheo dragged me into a cottage with things scattered around the lawn. Signs of children living there were everywhere.
A man stood by the door, dressed in a suit, a devilish grin on his face. “Well, well, well Potter. I haven’t seen you since you were young.”
I shook my head. “Wait- you’re G?”
“George Weasley.” He said proudly.
She looked at him confused. “But Hermione Weasley’s my professor- she told me I only needed to worry about Mattheo.”
“They thought I’d gotten over the fact I lost my best friend. He was my other half. My twin brother. We had a stronger bond than any. He fought so hard for us, for your father. I lost an ear, but my brother lost his life. And for that I must do something.” He looked at Y/n pitifully. “I’m sorry you got mixed up into this.”
“Fred Weasley. He’s your twin.” She said softly. “My father used to tell me wonderful stories of you and Fred with your jokes, your joke shop, the pranks you played… you two are legends in our house.”
Mattheo looked up at George pleadingly. “Don’t hurt her.”
“Love makes you weak, Mattheo.” He said coolly.
“Is that what Fred would say?” Y/n asked curiously. “Maybe he’d say something about your wife, considering she was his date to some ball.”
“Professor Weasley gave me multiple books about Voldemort, they had a bunch of backstories on the people who died, one of them had stuff about Fred.” Y/n cut in.
George shook his head. “She’s all I have left of him and I’m all that’s left of him for her.”
“And you get what exactly for hurting me?”
“He values his sons more than his daughter, Georgie.” Y/n said softly.
The man sighed. “Tell me who.”
“What good does it do? Huh? You’ll be caught and sent to Azkaban. How would Fred react to all this bullshit you’re doing? You’ll be the most talked about, even more talked about than Sirius Black.”
“I need to do this for my brother.”
“Would your brother do it for you?” Y/n asked after a long pause, trying to pick her words carefully.
George looked at her as his eyes filled with tears. “I don’t know.”
Y/n chewed the inside of her cheek. “Look, George, you’ve got two options. Either you let me go and you’re gonna be just fine or you kill me and spend the rest of your life away from your kids, rotting in a bloody cell.”
“I can’t just leave this alone.”
“You can’t just hurt me. I’m innocent.”
“I’ll hurt your father, then. Directly.”
She raised a brow. “How you do know that?”
“She’s my sister.” He looked away. “They cut off all contact with our family when, I’m guessing, your oldest brother was born, or when Ginny found out she was pregnant with him. I haven’t seen her since Fred’s funeral.”
“I’ll take you to her.” Y/n said softly. “I’ll take you to see her, George. You don’t need to hurt me or my brothers, though.”
“How can I make Harry hurt?” George asked, eyes burning through Y/n’s.
She looked away. “He’s got ashes of three people. Sirius Black, Nymphadora Tonks, and Remus Lupin.”
“Take me to those before you take me to my sister.”
