Matthew Riddle Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Our eyes hadn't locked yet but when Ruth who must be trying to coax their mother mentioned my name, he raised his head at me and our eyes locked. Damn! How come those hazel eyes already turned red? Why would they make him cry? "Matthew..." I whispered and he was only staring blankly at me, his eyes seemed weak. Damn, this is not good... Before I could rush to Matthew's side, he already closed his eyes. Unconscious already! "Matthew!" I screamed getting to his side along with his parent who finally realized their son should be cared for and not been nagged at. "Matt, my dear." Mrs. Harry called patting her son as though that would bring him back to life.

“But that's not a detailed answer to all my questions, sis” Matilda dropped the knife and sighed, she looked up at Niki who was already smiling, thinking she was going to pour out answers to him. “Little pumpkin, if you don't go back to watching TV right now, no Harry Potter for you tomorrow” Niki gasped and put his hands over his mouth in an exaggerated manner. “But it's the weekend tomorrow!” Matilda shot him that look and he knew what it meant, he dashed out of the kitchen. She chuckled at his reaction.

It was faint, like the memory of smoke after a fire I had been at the desk for hours, hunched over the scraps of parchment and digital files I’d been given by the Seer’s courier, cross-referencing them with the journal my mother had hidden for me. Every page smelled faintly of lavender and old paper. My eyes burned from staring at the curling script, but the words were stubborn, like they knew I wasn’t ready for them yet. It all kept circling back to one entry, written in my mother’s neat, deliberate hand. A warning. A name partially blotted out by a spill, or maybe erased on purpose. Only the first letter remained: C.

"My mentor and I have spoiled her all these years, but she isn't a bad person. Since you're fine now, don't hold it against her. Alright?" I listened, then suddenly laughed, asking, "What if... I had actually died?" He looked at me like I had said something childish and absurd, something that could never happen. "With me here, how can you possibly die?" he said. Right. My mate was the most gifted healer on the entire continent. There was no poison he couldn't cure. Over the years, Sabrina had tested countless poisons on other wolves. Side effects included blindness and nerve failure, and there had even been near-death experiences that should have shattered their souls. Regardless of their co

Mom had told me and Sara fragments of these stories when we were younger, before Zander banned them as "nonsense." Now reading them again felt like touching a part of her I'd thought I'd lost. By the time the final bell rang, I'd filled half a page. I handed the book back to Riley. Thanks, Jane. Let's see what you've got." She leaned over and scanned the page, eyes brightening. "This is great! Definitely useful for our presentation." "Glad I could help." I smiled at her, and we started to pack up our things. "You ready to go?" Riley asked, smiling back at me.

he said with a casual shrug, and I felt a strong need claw at my chest. I took a good look at this Lucas that I failed to see, and what was left of the Lucas I grew up knowing. “You knew I didn't do it,” I stated, my own words startling me from my observation. “Of course, my dear Valerie.” He chuckled softly, playing with his fingertips. “You're a dimwit. You can barely do anything right, no less kill my mother.” Lucas said, and my stomach churned. I felt sick. “Why?” I whispered, my fingers trembling and my mind reeling, unease settling deep within me. “You said you were my mate. You said you felt it.” I stumbled over my words from the sickening feeling in my chest.

That is perilous, said omem. ‘I don't remember the spell!’ Maddie felt panic raging through her body. She hated seeing Raven like that. The strong Raven, kneeling on the ground like a victim, in a kind of twilight zone, with a gaze in his beautiful blue eyes. The fire in the copper bowl had almost died out, as quickly as it had flared up. Rodolf had seen bookcases at the enterence and hoped there was something that he could use. Esmee went with him to help him with the search.

I stood in the dark, a chill spreading through my entire body. After what felt like an eternity, Willow gently pushed the swaying Lucas away, finally "noticing" me. "Lucas, is that your mate? She's here to pick you up." Her voice was light, filled with the casual confidence of a winner. Lucas turned to look at me, his gaze unfocused. "What? What mate? That's just my ride!" Using his drunkenness as a shield, he professed his love for Willow without holding anything back. "Only you are worthy of me. I only love you, Willow. You know that. How could I ever be mate to another she-wolf?"

My ears twitched at sounds I’d never heard before, my own ragged heartbeat, Ethan’s shallow breaths, the faint drip of water somewhere in the distance. And then Star’s voice shifted, softer, almost reverent. Mate. The word sent a jolt straight through me, burning hotter than the shift itself. My wolf eyes snapped up instinctively, and that’s when I saw Professor Dante Ravencrest. Standing just a few feet away, his presence like gravity pulling me in against my will. His eyes locked with mine, and my heart thundered so hard I thought my ribcage might split open. Every instinct screamed his name inside me. Mate. My mate.

The man was silent as if he did not know how to speak. Hazel asked incredulously. “Have I seen you before? You look very familiar.” “My name is Mathew, I’m a director. If you watch movies a lot, you would know my name,” he said. “Oh, I know you,” Hazel snapped. “My dad loves your movies, but I think your movies are too specialized at a minority of people, and that’s why they’re popular but don’t appeal to the audience …”