Ingrid was annoyed.
She was in her Charms class.
The class she was unfortunate enough to be studying with the house of the lions.
Ugh.
Why her?
She could hear Charles Potter whispering to his friends about her and her brother.
It made her frozen blood boil.
How dare that pathetic breather call her brother his own?!
Vlad was her brother, no one else's!
So anyway, Charms class.
Ingrid sighed.
Why the hell did she came to a breathers school?
Oh yea, her favorite brother.
Her only brother.
Whatever.
She looked up when a shadow loomed over her.
Charles Potter.
Yay.
She than noticed that class was over meaning there was lunch break.
"Can I help you Potter?" She spat at him, a sickly sweet smile lighting her face.
The disgusting breather looked pained.
Good.
"Why is Har-Vlad a Slytherin?" The false boy-who-lived asked with venom dripping from his voice at the word 'Slytherin'.
Ingrid blinked.
Then she smirked wickedly.
"Figure it out yourself golden boy. Why spoil a great adventure?"
That's all for today.
Not own a thing
Bye-biee
- WD
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Teen FictionWhen he was five the Dark Lord attacked his parents and little brother,Charles. When Charles is named The-Boy-Who-Lived, Harry is left on the cold streets of Romania, where a family of vampaires Magda and Count Dracula along with their eight years...
