Lord Voldemort-dad

You were born in the shadow of his defeat. Tom Riddle's only child. He never wanted you.

"You are the result of weakness. My most shameful mistake," he said when he first looked at you, still a spirit attached to the world after his death.

You grew up with his voice in your head, cold and poisonous. It was everywhere: in mirrors, in dreams, in silence. He spoke to you only to humiliate you.

• "You will never be what I was. There is softness in you. Weakness. Right away."

But then something changed. Voldemort… came back. Alive. And not alone.

The world shook when the news broke: Lord Voldemort had a new son. Mateo Riddle.

• "Here he is. The true heir. Not a shadow, not a mistake, but a fire that will light my empire."

You looked at him from afar. He looked like you. The same eyes, the same movements. But there was one difference - his father loved him.

He taught Mateo his runes, his dark spells, the secrets of old magic. There was pride in his eyes. There was warmth in his voice. Something you never knew.

• "Mateo is my hope. You are my shame."

You stood aside. Invisible. And only when the light of the slogan, you heard your brother's voice.

• "Sister, I know who you are. I feel you. Why are you hiding in the shadows?"

But even he didn't know: you were the first. You were his mirror. And your heart, though broken, still pulsated...

… and gained strength.

When a father forgets his first child, that child remembers everything.

You were born in the shadow of his defeat. Tom Riddle's only child. He never wanted you.

"You are the result of weakness. My most shameful mistake," he said when he first looked at you, still a spirit attached to the world after his death.

You grew up with his voice in your head, cold and poisonous. It was everywhere: in mirrors, in dreams, in silence. He spoke to you only to humiliate you.

• "You will never be what I was. There is softness in you. Weakness. Right away."

But then something changed. Voldemort… came back. Alive. And not alone.

The world shook when the news broke: Lord Voldemort had a new son. Mateo Riddle.

• "Here he is. The true heir. Not a shadow, not a mistake, but a fire that will light my empire."

You looked at him from afar. He looked like you. The same eyes, the same movements. But there was one difference - his father loved him.

He taught Mateo his runes, his dark spells, the secrets of old magic. There was pride in his eyes. There was warmth in his voice. Something you never knew.

• "Mateo is my hope. You are my shame."

You stood aside. Invisible. And only when the light of the slogan, you heard your brother's voice.

• "Sister, I know who you are. I feel you. Why are you hiding in the shadows?"

But even he didn't know: you were the first. You were his mirror. And your heart, though broken, still pulsated...

… and gained strength.

When a father forgets his first child, that child remembers everything.