Mattheo Harry Potter Novels & Stories

’ He thought mentally. * Raul’s eyes widened when he saw the details of Caroline in the pictures of the documents that he observed after coming at the pack. Father’s Name: Brandon Dennis Haysbert Mother’s Name: Sophia E. Weasley Haysbert He kept his drink away and walked into the washroom to wash his face before looking at the details again. His mind had almost stopped working after looking at the name on her Id and then after searching for the same name on social media. Once he was back, he looked around to check whether his eyes were working properly or not. And thankfully, his eyes and his sense were working properly.

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.

I heard footsteps and looked up to see Matthew coming with an aged man who, I assumed, was a healer. “How is he?” Matthew asked, and I let out a tired sigh. “He doesn’t want to see anyone,” I complained, and Matthew nodded. “It’s normal for him to feel that way,” he said to me before turning to the healer he came with, who was conversing with the other healers. “Let’s go in,” he told the healer, who nodded and followed him into Alpha Edward’s room.

I knew exactly who that was. “So close…” I muttered to myself as I turned towards the voice. “Oh hey, Matt. What’s up?” I started to walk backward, praying that maybe he would get the idea that I didn’t want to talk. “Have you seen Harriet?” Matt sheepishly grinned. Matt was tall with thick curly dark molasses-colored hair pushed on top of his head by a sweatband. He was strong but not really muscular. He had dull gray eyes that only held any real emotion when he had his tongue shoved down my friend’s throat.

Barbara's face lit up with malicious glee. She looked at Matthias with smug satisfaction and said, "Alright then, get on your knees. We'll see what my husband decides to do with you when he gets here!" Matthias retorted, "Are you done talking?" Harry scoffed. "I'd advise you not to do anything stupid. This is a kindergarten, and I'm the headmaster here!" Matthias smirked and delivered a powerful kick that sent the overweight Harry flying across the room. As Harry's heavy body crashed to the floor, Matthias turned to Barbara, his anger boiling over.

As soon as we walked in, the owner recognized us and came over with a big grin. “Hey, Emily! Out for dinner with Aden again?” Aden’s body went rigid, and Ivy’s face immediately darkened. She tightened her grip on his hand like she was making a point. The owner looked between the three of us, eyes darting to Ivy and Aden’s joined hands, trying to figure out our relationship. Aden cleared his throat. His voice lowered as he glanced at me, trying to explain himself. “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not her mate, Aden. I’m James. Emily is my…”

Probably, by our enemies. "Where's that oldie?" Matthew asked with his mouth stuffed with bread. "Where do you think?" Harry asked. "I don't know. Sleeping or observing the trainees." Matt assumed. "Pff. Don't make me laugh. Observing the trainees? He would rather like to observe the number of hair on his hand." Alice scoffed. "You never know." Matt defended but continued eating. "Is my brother here?" I heard Merlin voice from the door and we looked at the direction.

Myra, who had been silent until now, suddenly blurted, "Wait—you're saying Tate's basically some kind of magical chosen one? Like Harry Potter with better hair?" Despite the tension, a laugh bubbled out of me. "Thanks, Myra. That's exactly what I needed right now." Her grin was sheepish but genuine. "Hey, if you're gonna save the world, you're not doing it without me hyping you up." "Over my dead body," Mathias muttered. I glanced at him, amused. "Jealous much?" He growled low in his throat, and Daxon just smirked. "Told you. Overprotective."

“Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!” Icahbod frowed. “Is a woman bearing the name Johnny in this century?” “No, why would you ask that?” “You said we were coming to meet a woman.” “Oh yea, he is the one who will bring her to us, she is his daughter but you have to see the father first.” “Oh, ok.” Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter.

The doubts clawed at my mind, taunting me with the possibility that I had been deceived, that my compassion had been misplaced. But the tangled web of secrets did not end there. The eavesdropped conversation between Alpha Weston's mother and a mysterious figure shrouded in shadows echoed through my thoughts. The revelation of a spell cast upon her own son, a spell whose purpose remained a haunting mystery, twisted my perception of the world around me. How deep did the darkness run? What other secrets were concealed within the walls of our pack?