Inspired by Severitis challenge fiction. Not for sale or rent.
I didn't claim him.
I didn't argue for him.
I didn't want him, and I still don't.
But he is my son.
Not Potter's damned son.
And nothing I do will fix it.
No one will imagine I argued.
No one will pretend I claimed him,
Because I didn't.
I have no regrets,
No wishes for a long-lost son I don't know;
No need to tell him.
But how dare he not know!
He is my son!
Mine.
And he will never know.
Because I cannot bear to tell him
That I never wanted him.