What's the point? I'm going to be in this house alone forever. My own parents don't want me, especially my Father. I thought people had children to love them. And why am I different from everyone else? Mom always tells me I'm different. Is that why I have no friends? I feel like no one at school understands me. I've been wishing every night that someone will move in close to us that understands me. I want to know what it's like to have a best friend. "Severus wash up it's time for dinner Honey!" My sweet sweet Mother. If only you would explain, answer my questions. But at nine, you tell me I am still to young. Severus pulled himself off of the porch, taking in the last bit of the beautiful sunset he would see for the night, setting his thoughts aside to go get ready for dinner.
Dinner was the same as it was every night. Mom would ask Dad how his day at work was, and he would complain about all the "stupid" people. Then mom would get kind of mad, because she asked him not to use words like that around me so I didn't turn into a hooligan; whatever that is. Tonight though it was different, usually the small fight would subside and he would continue his story and mom would listen contently while I fumbled around with my dinner. Dad didn't continue with his story, instead he leaned forward into the table and looked my mother straight in the eyes and said "he's going to turn into something much worse than a hooligan if you let him go to that damned school!" My mother was taken aback by what he had said, as was I because this was the first time I had heard about this school my father was speaking of. My mother straightened up in her chair and calmly told my father "Tobias, we will not have this conversation right now." After that I started getting lost, it was a screaming match back and forth, almost as if they were playing verbal ping pong. "Well Eileen! WHEN will we have this conversation? Every time I try to bring it up it's never the right time for you! Is that because you still can't give me a good fight on why we should send our boy to some freak school so he can become some menace to society!" He screamed. "Toby!" my mother looked at him with pleading eyes, not wanting to argue in front of me. "Don't Toby me! We are having this conversation now! Before you know it he'll be getting mail from that circus you like to call a school! I will not have any child of mine going to a school were they encourage you to become a freak!" My mother, on the verge of tears, like she often was when my father was home, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the living room making sure to slam the dinning room door as hard as she could. "Mommy what was dad talking about? A school? Mail?" I questioned, hoping I wouldn't get her standard answer to everything that concerns me. "Honey" she took my face in her hands and got down to my level "this is something we will talk about" and I cut her off, tired of hearing this every time I asked a question "it when you're older. Mom, you say that every time I ask you a question! How much longer 'til I am old enough?" and my mother with her mysterious soothing ways blinked those beautiful blue eyes at me and whispered "soon enough my love, soon enough."