PART 8: HARRY POTTER ~I'm broken~
I am the boy who lived. This is a dream about me. It's actually a memory of mine. I am Harry Potter from the immortal realm. I'm a hybrid. My father is a vampire or more commonly known here as vampyr. He's royal-blooded. My mother is a half-wolf from the pure bloodline. I'm not a half-wolf since she's not married to a muggle. A half-wolf is a child born from the marriage of a werewolf and a muggle. My grandfather is a werewolf while my grandmother is a muggle. That's why my mother is a half-wolf. Here, werewolves are more known as lycans.
I met a friendly girl here just a few minutes ago. Her name is Hermione. She is a half-wolf like my mother. Then, I met Ron. They both will enter the Alpha house, I think, because their families are not werewolves who turned by being bitten. They are from the pure-bloodline.
I saw a boy looking at me from a distance. He's blond, he looks quite innocent, and he has big pretty grey eyes. "That's Lucius Malfoy's son," Ron said to me.
"Who's Lucius Malfoy?" I asked. I had no idea of whatsoever happening here in the immortal world since I just knew of their existence and of my inheritance a few days ago. This world is not known by the muggles. And they're BIG about keeping this world a secret from the outside world.
"He's from the top ranking of vampyrs' pure bloodline. A duke," Ron informed. "He'll be in the Royal house like his father for sure."
He smiles at me arrogantly, that Malfoy kid. I did not smile back. I look away. What's there to smile for? I don't even know how to. I am a freak. I only know how to bring others pain. The Dursleys used to send me to a muggle school before. I didn't know what was wrong with me back then but I got angry over trivial matters. I pushed another boy to a wall. No. I threw him, actually. He was literally lifted up to the sky, nearly hitting the ceiling from being thrown. Luckily, he's alive. He got into a coma though. I've been home-schooled since. The Dursleys were very nice to me. I think that they are truthfully just quite afraid of me. They didn't tell me I was a hybrid though they knew. They said that they did so to protect me. From what? I wonder… Maybe from myself. They were happy when I got the invitation to Hogwarts because that's mean I'll only be with them during the holidays and I'll spent most of my time here. I was happy too, I think. I didn't get to be a burden to them anymore. Besides, I can learn to control myself so that I won't hurt others anymore.
I'm quite messed-up, to think back. I had this scar on my head. It's a shape of a bolt. This scar reminds me every day that my parents died because of me. I don't really know what happened. Nobody knew how I survived. Voldemort only scarred my head with his claw and he went into hiding since. I only knew that my parents were murdered instead of dying in an accident only just a few days ago as well. I was supposedly dead. In fact, it would've been better if I really died. I don't know why I live. I'm broken. I have nobody and I am suicidal. I have little emotions and I'm a bit indifferent. Why do I live?
My blood drops into the golden chalice. The needle that poked my skin made a few kids before me grunt in pain but I'm kind of fond of the pain. It's ticklish and it made me feel strangely excited. The blood started to form a word in the chalice. It is written in an old fashion kind of writing. It's written clearly, 'ALPHA'. As the teacher was about to inform the others, the writing shifted to form another word. It is 'ROYAL'. The teacher halted to speak. She then looks at me. It seems that I got accepted into both houses. That means both vampyr's and lycan's bloods in me are equally dominant. "Which one will it be, Mr. Potter?" She asked me.
I look at Hermione and Ron. They were both accepted in the Alpha house. I then shift my glance to the blond-haired boy. If I'm not mistaken, he's in the Royal house, right? No. I can't. He smirks at me. I feel myself shuddered. "Make it Alpha, please…" I said to the teacher. I don't understand why I am feeling this way. I can't look him in the eye at all.
"Alpha!" The teacher announces. And everyone who's in the Alpha house claps their hands at me as I walk over to join them.