I was a mistake. That's all there is to it. My mother and father didn't plan me. My father didn't even know I was conceived. So now I'm alone, dark and sardonic. I live with condescending jerks who worship Voldemort from head to toe. Little did I know, that "living" is not what I've been doing for the past fifteen years. I've been like a rock tossed aside. It took the three most unlikely people to turn "living" into living. Language, Sexual References.