Matthew Riddle Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Vendors called out their wares, the scent of fresh bread and spices filling the air. Then, Aurora stopped. Draven watched as she turned her head, her eyes drawn toward a small display of flowers. She reached out, her fingers grazing the petals as if they were calling to her. His heart clenched. A charm. The flowers had been poisoned with magic. His vision shifted again, and a shadow moved behind her. A man stepped out—his face hidden beneath a large hood. Draven’s jaw tightened as he watched the stranger reach for Aurora. The moment his fingers brushed against her skin, Aurora’s body tensed.

“Well, mate is the first option. However, since Muggles like you don’t understand the term, perhaps I can be your lover. Or how do you Yanks say it? Your man. I can be your man.” A choked laugh escapes my mouth at his use of the word muggles. “Wait a minute?” I say, stepping closer as I run a towel down my wet hair. “Are you quoting Harry Potter?” He shrugs his shoulders with a roguish grin. “Nevaeh made me watch all seven movies. They were quite brilliant.” I arch my brows with astonishment. The idea that Azazel has sat down for hours to watch the story of a young boy’s adventures in a wizarding school is almost ludicrous. Seeing my incredulous look, Azazel places his hands on my waist and

I sat back down and acted like I was scrolling through something on my phone. “Hey,” Matthew said, plopping on my bed. I clicked my tongue and pushed him to the side. He groaned and savored my mattress. “Damn. They really gave you the best room in the mansion, didn’t they? My mattress feels hard as rocks compared to you.” He closed his eyes and relaxed on my bed while I hesitated to ask him questions about the blind princess living in this very castle. If there’s someone who knows a lot about the affairs of other kingdoms, then it’s Matthew.

‘Then it is the remainder of the drink that we made from the bark of the primeval tree,’ said Maddie, surprised, ‘but why put it in the elixer? ‘But what about your magic?’ asked Rodolf. He looked over his laptop. Maddie and Raven looked at each other. ‘I don't know,’ said Raven, getting up, pointing to the fireplace, and the fire burning. ‘Maddie?’ asked Rodolf. She looked at the ornament of the full moon with the tree of life around her neck. ‘Gaol eachdra idheil, eternal love,’ she said, the tree of life glowing. ‘I'm home,’ said Raven with a grin.

Her eyes remained locked with my brother as if they were having a silent conversation. She exhaled deeply and said, “Mom has an antidote…” Nivaan grasped her hand and said, “Please Vally…” She pursed her lips and nodded before disappearing. “It’s okay cuckoo… he will be alright… you shouldn’t worry so much… it is not like he is your real mate…” Nivaan said, sitting beside me. Letting out a deep sigh, I said with a weak smile, “I must be the most unlucky person in this world…”

All of a sudden there was a knock at my door and I looked up to see if they would enter on their own. "Come in," I stated as I stood up to my feet with my hands placed gently on the edge of my desk. It just so happened to be Matron who walked in and closed the door behind her. I turned around to look at Lady Rachelle and she was still reading the file she had in her hands. It seemed as if she wasn't paying any attention to me as she didn't even look at me when I turned to look at her. I then turned my attention back to Matron who stepped in the door. I then walked around my desk to stand in front of Matron.

"I still don't understand." Jada rubs her temples roughly and collapses into a crouch. "My mother is an extremely powerful witch. She's like a thousand years old so she has more experience than even our elders. She disappeared a few years ago, just before Syrra's parents vanished," she mumbles—almost incoherently. "Wait—how do you know it's hers? Do you guys have like a signature or something?" She nods. "Powerful ones do. My mother's magic is cerulean—"

I inserted my hand and searched the dark space until I felt the texture of a book. “Wait…wait…I think I found something,” I said, almost excited. I took it out, shielding my nose as I beat the dust off. It had a striking resemblance with what my mother described. “Lucy… check for the stone. The stone!” My mother snapped me out of my thoughts. I heard footsteps approaching the door, followed by conversations…like an argument. “I know what I saw, let’s not pretend to all be blinded by impossibilities. And I know you saw it too,” Beta Joseph, once more.

With a triumphant gleam in my eyes, I descended from the ladder, the ancient spell book in hand. I approached the bubbling pot, skimming through the pages of the spell book to confirm the ingredients I needed. “A feather from a raven, three drops of moonlight, a lock of the woman’s hair who you want to be forgotten, a pinch of dream dust.” I walked over to the shelf that contained the required ingredients. I had cut some strands of Isabella’s hair when I had invited her to the palace. One by one, I added the ingredients into the boiling pot and watched with an evil delight as the liquid boiled.

Still, it wasn’t easy, but I’m happy that she looks happier now. It seems like I solved the riddle right because the school was unexpectedly open. I walked through the hallways and saw an open door at the very end—Hera’s classroom. I entered the room and was shocked to see so many children in their seats. It was the weekend, so they shouldn't have any classes right now. Uncle Dalton and Ella were also standing at the back of the classroom, so I started walking to where they were. However, uncle Dalton held out his hand, signaling me to stay in front of the classroom.