The sequel to"Half-Blood". Alexander Wisenberg-Harris is the son of Erela and Landon (Half-Blood) and living his life as normally as what is given to him. Living in a werewolf refuge his parents made, he has to keep secret of his heritage and his home life in order to protect himself and his family. When his new friends grow closer to him, they all try and find the answers behind why werewolves are no longer welcome to attend Hogwarts. Only to find there are secrets his parents are hiding from him.


3. Learn to Lie

CHAPTER 3: Learn to Lie

    Big shocker. Valerii made the Gryffindor team. Perfect as always. And to their surprise, Lacie Lancaster made the Hufflepuff team. And a Beater no less. Now Alex REALLY had to talk to her. Especially if they were going to be in the same field together. Not only that, but the princess filled in a role they weren’t expecting at all. A freaking Beater was for tough people with muscles. Lancaster . . . didn’t look like she’d be hiding guns under those sleeves.

    The next time he’d see her, he have to ask her how the hell she was good enough to make the team.

    Alexander was hanging out in the Slytherin common room answering the last question to his Defense Against the Dark Arts homework. The Slytherin dungeons was . . . dark. Damp. And cold. The glass window in the back of the common room looked out into the lake, occasionally allowing the students to see the giant squid and mermaids. The wall around the window showed evidence of slow leaking that formed moss, but not near threatening to the point that the Slytherin house wasn’t worried about the window breaking and flooding the room.

    He closed his textbook and went into the boys’ room to toss his messenger bag and textbook before he went rummaging through his trunk to retrieve his Quidditch gear.

    The bedroom was just as cold and damp as the common room. Winter was usually a pain in the ass. Alex’s parents told him about how warm and welcoming the Hufflepuff common room was and he was actually kind of envious of the Hufflepuff kids. His parents shared that information after the school sent a letter to them (well, really his mum) to announce that he was sorted into Slytherin. 

    Dad . . . didn’t seem thrilled about his son being in Slytherin, but that didn’t last too long. They do make playful jabs at each other though.

    But the Hufflepuff house that his parents lived in sounded more like his place to stay rather than staying in a house where sunlight was nonexistent. 

    How they described the common room sounded like an indoor version of their backyard. Bright, colorful, plants everywhere, and a total secret from everyone. And that was what Alexander missed. He missed the bright colors, the flowers, and bathing in sunlight all the time rather than get it when he’d go to Herbology class or practice outside for Quidditch.

    His school’s house location was just so . . . depressing. 

    It made him uncomfortable, honestly.

    But the Slytherin house, really, wasn’t the only thing that made him uncomfortable and felt out of sorts. Despite the location being glaringly different to his home at the refuge, the people at Hogwarts felt off . . . everyone was so . . . ordinary . . . Alex may technically belong with all his classmates, but for reasons that was explained in his everyday life . . .

    He felt like a foreigner.

    Everyone was too . . . human . . .

    Alexander ran a hand through his hair and left the dark damn dungeon. The boy let out a sigh and felt like his shoulders finally relaxed, making him aware of how stiff he felt. Some first years entered the dungeon and went quiet when they caught sight of Alexander walking opposite of them; his towering figure intimidating them. He pursed his lips and took longer strides to avoid their lengthy stares. Though, his steps sounded louder and the echoes didn’t exactly help. After taking every two steps up the steps, he was back in the much brighter and more open space outside the Great Hall.

    Alex let out a sigh of relief and brought himself to turn towards the doors to the courtyard. The sunshine felt nice, the air tasted cleaner, and the promise of open space was welcoming. Compared to where he lived with his parents, the Slytherin living space felt like being a resident in a matchbox. And he lived with MORE people back home. Alexander let out another relieved sigh and crossed the bridge to the lake.

    He got his Hogwarts letter and he bought his school supplies with his intimidating but caring mum. Dad stayed home, but he sent his love and they brought back sweets and a brand new broom. Alex eagerly read his ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’ textbook outside, surrounded by yellow and purple flowers sprinkled around the deep green grass when he looked up from his book at his mum and dad talking amongst themselves.

    Dad didn’t look as happy as usual. He actually looked hurt. And mum reflected the same expression of agreement but didn’t like what they were discussing. Alex blinked once and looked back down at his book to go all the way to the last creature written: werewolves. Mum’s scholarly essays on them used big words that he didn’t understand and she wrote a lot of pages that made it intimidating to finish. The textbook must have simplified the topic enough for children to understand and study. Alexander got to the fourth sentence when h noticed his parents approaching him.

    “Hey, kid. Could we talk to you about something?” his dad asked.

    Alex blinked up at them as they sat in front of him before he nodded and closed his book. His dad pursed his lips and looked to his wife, whom was having a little difficulty constructing a sentence. The small freckled boy watched and waited when she finally said, “Hogwarts . . . is going to be filled with a lot of people that . . . aren’t like the people here.”

    That confused Alex. What did that mean? ‘Not like the people here?’

    “And the students there didn’t grow up like you did,” she continued. His mum looked incredibly uncomfortable and that was a strange sight to see. “What I’m trying to say—What your father and I are trying to say . . . is that you shouldn’t mention being around werewolves to anyone at school.”

    Alex furrowed his brows at her. “Why?” the boy asked.

    “Because . . .” his dad answered, “people don’t normally surround themselves around werewolves.”

    Alex looked to his mum. “Is everyone in Hogwarts human?”

    She nodded.

    “Like me and you?”

    She nodded again.

    More humans . . . the thought was weird.

    “Why can’t I tell people about werewolves?”

    “Well, like I said, people don’t often find themselves around werewolves. Humans stay close to other humans.” He made a side glance towards Alex’s mum. “Usually,” he mumbled and Mrs. Wisenberg took her husband’s hand.


    They glanced at each other. “Others see giant wolves first and not the person,” his mum answered. “They think—they’re more afraid of—” She stopped. She couldn’t find the words to construct a proper reply.

    “People aren’t used to being around others like me,” his dad said, taking the attention off his wife. “I make people nervous. Naturally.”

    “How come?”

    His dad shrugged. “Don’t know. I'm too cool, I guess.”

    Alexander giggled. His mum brushed some loose hair behind her head and stiffened her shoulders. “What we’re asking is that you don’t mention living in a house full of werewolves. Other wizards aren’t . . . as understanding as you and I are. Think of where we live as . . . a secret between the three of us. Promise you won’t tell a soul when you go to school.”

    Alexander pursed his lips in deep thought. So he’d be going to school with other human children. People don’t like werewolves, for some reason? And he couldn’t share any information about where he lived. The freckled child looked back up at his parents. “So what do I tell people?”

    His mum leaned back a little and looked toward her husband. “You . . . travel with your mum,” Mr. Wisenberg answered. “She studies magical creatures and she takes you along with her.”

    Well . . . that wasn’t technically a lie. She did study werewolves. So it wasn’t a lie.

    Alexander stared at them then nodded. “Okay. I won’t tell.”

    “You promise?” his mum asked.

    The little boy enthusiastically nodded. “I promise.”

    She smiled at him, took his head between her hands, and kissed his forehead; grossing out the eleven-year-old. His dad chuckled and ran a hand through his hair before messing up his son’s reddish brown hair. “Thanks, kid.”

    Alexander ran both his hands through his hair as he went into the Slytherin’s changing room to get into a tryout jersey and nab a broom. Constantly living in a lie to the point that it became second nature to him was . . . trying. Life was hard for a kid.

    Good thing Quidditch was easy.

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