Charles was scared.
He didn't know what to do anymore.
Everything he knew turned out to be a lie.
Every single thing.
He thought he was the Chosen one, destined to deafet the Dark Lord.
He was wrong.
He thought he could trust his parents.
He was wrong.
He thought he was an only child.
He was wrong.
He was on his way to the headmaster's office, for advice.
Charles was about to knock, just to see that the door was slightly ajar.
He looked inside only to jerk back in surprised fear.
The headmaster was tearing his office apart, his mad mummures getting louder by the second.
Charles paled when he catched the words.
"That idiotic blood sucker! Just who does he think he is?! My perfect plan!! I could've been the best! The strongest! Everyone would have loved me!!!{yoi} but it's all ruined!! By that bloody vampire!!!" The old man screamed in rage.
Charles quickly ran back to his dorm.
He thought he could trust Albus Dumbeldore.
He was bloody wrong.
Done!!!
So that's all for today
Mine, it's not
Bye-biee
-WD
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