Mattheo Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Had Senior Brother known about it already? Harry immediately reacted when he saw Matther’s expression, pretending to look somewhat surprised. “Is that so? Something regarding the ultimate god-level, you say? Is this true? Tell me about it!”

When Sienna secretly cast a glance toward the back, she discovered that it was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who had grunted at her. The boy had a porcelain doll appearance. He still had some baby fat on his cheeks, which gave him a childlike appearance. His eyes were particularly lovely. If she remembered it correctly, this boy should be Harry’s cousin, Matty. Matty had run into them when they dined at a restaurant previously. Sienna was about to withdraw her gaze when she heard him grunt again.

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

Lilith had spoken the truth—Aurora was terrified of him. He turned away sadly, staring at his mother for a moment before leaving the room. Without a doubt, his mate had gone through physical abuse at some point. Aurora stood frozen, shocked to the core. The man wasn’t just a vampire—he was the Vampire King. Who didn’t know about Draven Dracula, the bloodthirsty king capable of breaking the Alpha’s arms? He was known as the god of war, blood, and vengeance. This was the worst fate she had encountered.

My eyes locked with his as I hissed, "Respect yourself John and the woman waiting for you inside the supermarket. Like you should be very much ashamed of your..." "My name's John, little boy. What's yours?" John asked, completely ignoring me as he crouched slightly to face Harry. Harry, grinning from ear to ear, stretched out his tiny hand for a handshake. "I'm Harry Matthew, Mr. Handsome," he said proudly, his voice bubbling with excitement.

Jake went on, “why does it have a pentagram symbol on it, though?” “That’s not a pentagram,” Matt corrected, “that’s a pentacle.” “Of course!” Jake snapped, “how could I forget, Mr. Henry's class!” Henry Crawford or as he was called by his students— Mr. Henry—was the head of the History department in Barnstable High and had taught Jake's class a couple of times. “Think he might help us?” Jake asked. “It would be better if you didn't show him the book, though, ” Matt added, looking at the book which was still glowing. “Probably...” Jake sighed.

He grinned. Faith rolled her eyes, “Okay, one, this movie is not fiction. They installed cameras all around the haunted house where a family moves in, to capture the paranormal activities. It is bone-chilling,” She pointed out, making Mateo smile at her enthusiasm. “And, two,” She paused and grinned, “Are you a Potter-head?” She asked as she wiggled her eyebrows and nudged him with her elbow. Mateo chuckled and shrugged, “I have read all the books and also seen a few movies. Books were better,” he replied.

"Not yet. I umm, will meet her by myself soon once I learn enough about her. That way, we would hit it off more than if I go with you right now." His explanation didn't make much sense to Mathew but Mathew simply shrugged his shoulders, and then left the icecream shop. Maybe the guy was just shy. He didn't see why he needed to be though. Well, it was none of his business to worry about all that, after all, he was still enjoying a whole lot of benefits even though Harry had not started dating his sister yet. He already had the money for his video game complete and would be getting it later that day… **PRESENT**

Amren kept mute for a while, she grunted before saying "You must have already known about my identity " Mateo immediately replaced his face with that of raw anger as he said "You shouldn't be in Hagrid, you have twenty minutes to leave and return to Orlock if you are found out, trust me,it won't be so good for you, Leave before the king finds out that you are a witch" "But he treated me well when I was a child, he named me Amren " Amren objected.

However, I was still a hormonal werewolf so things were becoming slightly difficult to focus on. My eyes shifted to the man named Huxley. He had shaggy brown hair with gray locks mixed in between. His beard was long, untamed, and filthy. Huxley had rough features with wrinkles and freckles on his pale white skin. I didn't allow my eyes to travel further south but Huxley didn't bother giving me the same respect. This riled Quade up further, causing him to move in front of me so his large frame could hide my tiny one.