Harry Potter; Blood of Gods

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I can't believe I'm following Marcus. He's leading us to the prison. My hands still tremble. I walk beside him. He carries a lit torch. He's keeping a close eye on me given that our blood has mixed. I can't believe this has happened to me. I am the Chosen One, but I never expected it to be like this.

I never expected I would turn into a monster. I never thought this would happen to me. I never imagined this power. I can't believe I'm a hybrid between the two species. Why me? Why is it always me? First Voldemort, now this.

"You didn't have to do this Potter." Draco says.

"I have to protect my boyfriend." I say.

I immediately regretted saying that in front of Hermonie and Ron. They glare at me. Makes sense, Draco isn't exactly a friend of theirs and mine. But recently... it's changed. I'm addicted to his smell and his looks rather than that. Draco looks at me. 

"Boyfriend?" He asks.

"Don't make me regret saying that." I say.

"We're here." Marcus says.

We stare at an old, abandoned castle. He's in there. The oldest of all werewolves. The building lay in ruins. The walls were cracked. The curtains were ripped. My breath goes shaky. I can hear growling. I can hear his crying. Marcus grabs my hand. I look up at him.

"First we free William and then we take Hogwarts." Marcus says to me.