Charles was annoyed.
Again.
After his talk with Ingrid, he and his friends walked to lunch and then to their last class.
He was going to kill that annoying girl who thought she was better than him.
Who did she think she is?!
He was a HERO!
Because, whatever or not was he was the boy-who-lived, he was the one to constantly fight Voldemort.
He was a fricking war hero!!
Then why in the bloodiest hell, was this stupid vampiric girl was treating him like that?!
HE JUST WON'T GET IT!!!
Ugggh!
How annoying.
So anyway, talking with his best friends, right.
"-rlas! Charles!" Hermione was practically screaming at his face.
"Err, hey?" he tried, only to receive a hit with a heavy book on his head.
"Listen to me when I'm talking to you!" Hermione yelled at him and then her glare soften, "are you okay? Is this about your brother?" She asked and he flinch.
Did he had the right to call Vlad his brother?
Truly?
He had no idea.
Done!
Sorry it's so short.
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...
