You never loved me. My mother... the woman who risked her life for me, however, had loved you. I never understood why she cared for you so much. You were always abusive. Not only to her... but also to me.

I never got treated like a kid. You ordered me around like an adult. Is it because you want me to be exactly like you? I'll try my hardest not to be. I'll be damned before I turn out to be like you.

You disowned me when I decided to go to Hogwarts. "No descendant of mine goes to a school run by a Mudblood!" you proclaimed. I don't even know why you'd complain about a Mudblood Headmaster. "You're not even a Pureblood yourself!" I'd reply, knowing the consequences. So you'd hit me anyway.

Mother was good to me before she died. I was only twelve. You didn't even mourn for her. You probably killed her in the first place. She died because of your lack of love... and the build-up of all your abuse. I'll get you back one day for hurting her, mark my words.

All throughout my school years, you never told me praise. That was why I never was too good at Quidditch. You never believed in me. You didn't bother to show up for my graduation. You vanished from the face of this earth when I searched for you after Hogwarts. Perhaps trying to maintain a relationship with you was pointless.

So from this day on, I won't call you Father.