Harry Potter; Blood of Gods

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"Harry please eat something." Hermione says.

"Hermione's right, Harry. You haven't eaten anything all day." Ron says.

They are right I should eat something. I'm starving but not for this. I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel different. I can smell everyone. I can smell their blood. I look over to Malfoy. He smells the most addicting. It fills my nose. My senses go crazy. I just want more and more.

"You've been starring at Malfoy for the past ten minutes." Ron comments.

"I'm fine." I say while still starring.

Only now, I realize how perfectly in place every hair and blood vessels in and on him are. He smells perfect. He looks kind of perfect to. What's wrong with me? I should hate this guy.

The doors swing open. A man walks in. He had a beard. Blue eyes and a robe. He smells ancient. He smells powerful. He wore a robe. Luca showed me his picture.

"Marcus..." I mutter.

"Marcus. This is a surprise." Professor Dumbledore stood up.

"Forgive my sudden visit Albus. But you have something that belongs to me." Marcus hisses.

"What is that?" Professor Dumbledore says.

"Some might call it an abomination. A hybrid. A chosen." He turns to me.

My pulse quickens. I'm drawn to him.

"But his name is Harry Potter." He says.

I stand up. Marcus appears just in front of me and grabs my neck and lifts me up. He's fast. The teacher's stand up.

"Don't be a fool Albus. Don't try me." Marcus growls.

He then opens his mouth. Fangs! A vampire!

"It is time for your full transformation." Marcus smiles.

He then chomps down on my neck.