Harry Potter Mattheo Novels & Stories

I hated my helplessness and wished I could just get off this fucking chair. “You are not worthless, Edward. You are not,” Matthew assured me, but his words fell on deaf ears. Matthew moved closer to me and stood beside me. “The men have been interrogated, but we are yet to know who is behind the attack,” Matthew said to me while I remained silent. I hated how helpless I was in such situations. “Edward, get a grip of yourself. This is just a phase, and soon all this will be over,” he said while I scoffed and shook my head. “This is not magic, Matthew. I'm crippled, and there is nothing anyone can do about it,” I grumbled.

She held her fingers over the flame until smoke curled around her wrist, then dipped her hand into the bowl. “Blood of mine,” she whispered, “speak through the daughter of your line.” She turned the bowl toward me. “Drink.” I hesitated for only a second. Then I obeyed. The water was warm, metallic, bitter with magic. It coated my tongue, then vanished. The world tilted. Suddenly, I was standing in the ruins. But they were no longer ruins. They were whole. The Matron Temple the original stronghold, where Mama Oya’s coven once lived was restored before my eyes. Moonlight bathed its stone walls. Wolves in silken robes walked the halls, laughing, chanting, training.

Harry said jokingly, his eyes glancing at the little boy sitting upright in the passenger seat in a bright blue jacket. “But I could be a rockstar if I wanted to!” Matteo grinned widely, combing his short hair with his tiny fingers to look cool. “You know that, Brody?” Harry chuckled, replying casually, “Of course, Theo. But don't forget, rockstars still must go to school.” I was busy braiding Matilda's hair in the back, trying to hold back my laughter at their conversation. Matilda's curly hair was always a challenge, but today, she seemed more patient—at least until she started talking again.

" A shaky whisper left her lips. "Why?" Harry asked, confused. He knew they were talking about and he cared enough to bat an eyelid because was all his mother has had worried about. Her worst fear was happening before her eyes. "I didn't give him the money." Harry stood, making his way outside just so he could see if there was a way he could stop him from entering the house, but when he got to the sliding entrace door, he saw Matteo's figure from the other side. He slide the door to the other side, getting a clear look of Matteo. He still hadn't changed over the years, lanky as ever, kept a lot of hair in his heard and on his face, his teeth hasn't still turned white.

Just in time as I finished the slide the bell rang, I stood up and went to the second floor of the Economics classroom, I saw Mattheo at his table at the back and I went to him and started to discuss what we were going to do about the presentation. Mattheo wasn't that bad at least he was nice to me unlike what Xander did to me in high school, not in a way like I see him as an older brother he may be just a friend but I know that he is more than what people say about him, especially all the theories since the Black company and the Willson company are rivals. he is chill with Xander well that's what I see and he is a nice dude... his brownish blonde hair locks quite like mine and his lean back

Not ever. “Self-sabotage, huh?” I say it more to myself than anyone else, the words slipping out like a bitter laugh. I glance at Dorian, who’s standing there with a smug look on his face, as though he’s just won the damn lottery. “You really think I’m sabotaging myself by being with her?” I turn to face the others, my gaze sharp. “You think being with my mate is somehow going to destroy me?” Isolde steps forward, the one who’s been whispering the most, and I can see the venom in her eyes. She doesn’t even blink when she speaks.

, well she seemed to be injured as to the sight of her and was receiving a fluid treatment. "Well, hello there, Dani," He said as He looked up from His phone as I walked around the corner. "I would like to introduce you to someone. Dani, this is my Mate."

Or returning. — Sir, Matteo finally says, the oldest among them. He has seen death. He has dug graves. He has never faltered. But here, he hesitates. His voice trembles. As if he has seen a ghost. As if he apologizes for pulling me from my ruins. — You need to see this.

Following Matheus words, he stretched out his finger as he pointed at himself. “Me.” Aurora let out a dry scoff. “Does… does this mean the spell was successfully cast on me?” She inquired as her voice remained calm, but inside she silently prayed Nythera had hidden something within the spell. Matheus nodded nonchalantly. “It certainly was,” he replied with a satisfied smirk before leaning closer to the iron bars. The satisfaction on his face made Aurora’s stomach twist with disgust. “Do you want to see something?” Without waiting for Aurora to answer, Matheus continued.

Mathias said as he stretched his hand to me, he was extremely tall. “Really, what did you here about me,” I chuckled chuckled “ We can not tell you that,” Tobby responded while chuckling as well, he snorted. I pretended to have not heard it, he felt uncomfortable after snorting. Mateo didn't stop there, I looked across the room to where he was walking too, he’d prepared it , like in a picnic type of way, there was a cloth to sit on and a small table, a short one, with glasses of wine on it.