"Where are you taking me?" I ask.

"A place for my kind to be free and eat peacefully." He says.

"Blood?" I ask.

"Yes. Unfortunately mortal food is toxic for us." He says.

The door to the building opens. The building is black and run down. It smells foul. It smells gross. Yet there's an addictive smell. A smell that fills my nose. Blood. I lick my lips.

Marcus leads me inside. Vampires turn and bow to him. Makes sense he is the very first. They show us to a table. I hesitantly sit down. I'm scared. They might think of me as lunch. Vampires only eat blood. I don't want to eat blood. I don't want to drink it. He sits down. They give us blood. But the blood is steaming hot in a bowl.

"Blood soup seasoned with human flesh and chicken bones." He gives me a bowl.

"No. Definitely not." I push it back.

"My dear boy, you need to feed or else things will go down." He says.

"No. I'm not a Vampire!" I yell.

"You're right. You are a hybrid. Part of you is a werewolf." He says.

"Why?! Why me?!" I yell.

"You're the chosen one are you not?" He asks.

He's right everything is about me. Lord Voldemort will stop at nothing until he kills me. Everyone in the ministry hates me. I am famous throughout the wizarding world.

"Why did you want to cross them?" I ask.

"Because my brother is the oldest werewolf. William. The wizards imprisoned him for more three thousand years." Marcus' voice turns sad.

"I'm sorry." I say.

"That is why we made you. You can get the key and you can help me set my brother free." He says.

"Where is the key?" I ask.

"I'm Dumbledore go