Another life. Another identity.

Matts life

Following the curious events at the tavern known as the Grill, Lady Harriet Potter returned to her study, a chamber bathed in soft candlelight and lined with scrolls and enchanted ledgers. The Goblins had entrusted her with matters of great importance—documents woven with ancient magic and sealed with runes of gold. It was her duty to ensure that the decisions made would serve all corners of the magical realm, from the proud pureblood houses to the quiet squibs who lived in shadow.

As she dipped her quill into ink and signed the final parchment, a gentle hoot stirred the air. Harri looked up to see Hedwig, her faithful owl, perched upon the windowsill. The sunlight danced across her snowy feathers, and in her talons she bore a scroll and a bundle wrapped in enchanted twine. Harri cooed softly, setting out a dish of owl treats and a goblet of water infused with moonflower essence. "Rest, my friend," she whispered.

Unfurling the scroll, Harri read the latest tidings from Fred and George—mischief-makers and loyal hearts. Arthur had sent enchanted journals, fresh ink brewed from elderberries, and a collection of prank charms that shimmered with playful energy. Harri smiled, warmth blooming in her chest. She had forgotten to replenish her supplies before her departure, and their gifts felt like a touch of home.

With her duties complete, Harri felt the pull of the sun and the whisper of water. She longed to swim, to let the currents wash away the weight of politics and memory. Yet she knew not where to go in this unfamiliar land. She decided to seek guidance from Matt,whose kindness had stood out amidst the curious stares.

Draped in a flowing sundress, her swimsuit hidden beneath, Harri gathered her satchel and stepped into the mortal world once more. Unbeknownst to her, eyes watched from the shadows—curious, cautious, and cloaked in silence.

"Pardon the intrusion, Matt," she said, her accent lilting like wind through ancient trees. "Might you know of any nearby waters—beaches, pools, or hidden springs?"

He shook his head, brushing a hand through his hair. "No beaches or pools, but there's a waterfall not far from here. Locals go there to cool off when the sun grows bold."

Harri offered a grateful smile and placed her order—a light repast and a cup of tea, though she doubted the brew would match the warmth of home. She took a seat near the hearth, her gaze drifting across the room. The townsfolk of Mystic Falls watched her with veiled curiosity, their whispers like rustling parchment. She listened, not with ears alone, but with the quiet magic of empathy.

From the murmurs, she gleaned fragments of Matt's tale—of a mother who had vanished in pursuit of fleeting affection, leaving her son to shoulder burdens far beyond his years. He worked tirelessly to keep his hearth lit and his home standing, while the town offered only gossip in place of aid.

Harri's heart stirred. She had known neglect, known what it meant to be cast aside. And so, a decision bloomed within her like a spell taking root. She beckoned Matt to join her.

When he sat, uncertain and curious, she spoke with the calm authority of her station. "In my homeland, it is not uncommon for noble houses to take on wards—young souls in need of shelter, guidance, and the chance to rise. I would offer you such a place, should you wish it. You may dwell with me or remain in your home. Either way, I shall see to your needs—your schooling, your comfort, your future. You need not toil when your mind should be learning."

Matt blinked, stunned by the offer. "You'd do that... for me?"

Harri nodded. "You deserve more than survival, Matt. You deserve a life."

He looked down, then back at her, his voice quiet. "I think I'd like to stay with you. My house... it's just walls and silence. But I don't want to sell it. In case she comes back."

Harri reached across the table, her fingers brushing his in silent understanding. "Then it shall remain yours, untouched. Come to me when you are ready."

And with that, a pact was sealed—not with parchment or blood, but with kindness. A stranger had offered him sanctuary, while those who had known him all his life had offered only shadows. For the first time in years, Matt felt the stirrings of hope.

A new chapter had begun.