Hey Lolli here this is just a trail of an AU fanfiction i don't own anything in this story
Vaguely Depressed and constantly alone; that's been my life up until this point' 26 years old and my mother still doesn't care or acknowledge me; even when I told her this morning that at 12 midnight I was going to jump out of the window of room 306 of the Merriot and kill myself; that room has a lot of memories for me all of which I will tell you, but in due time I still have 7 hours to tell you my story and I don't doubt you will want to hear it. Of how my mother only cared about 4 things in life and not one of those things was me, her own son; Of my scandalized affair with my married biology teacher of which was also male and is now dead; Or of the fact that my would be stepfather and chemistry teacher turned me into a werewolf.
Let's start with my mother shell we? My mother's name was Narcissa Melfoy, a nice woman when you first meet her; but get to know her and you'll soon find out that she is one of the most vial people you would ever come to know, despite being a priest and head of our church. My father had passed away just after my 12 birthday leaving my not so caring mother and I alone, which wasn't so bad to begin with; until she started dating again.
She; my mother; had a boyfriend nearly every day of the week which I thought was normal, because whilst my mother wasn't the nicest woman in the world it didn't mean she wasn't popular and then there was the fact that she as head priest at the local parish; well she decided that she would settle down abit and seem the humble widowed priest, and that my friend caught the eye of my chemistry teacher Mr. Tom Riddle; also known as the man that ruined my life.
Life was simple from the point they met; Mum woke up before me, made my breakfast, lunch, and dinner, packed said lunch, and put said dinner in the fridge and my breakfast on the table; then she would leave for church; the first thing she cared for more than myself. She was the head priest at the church; the second of the four I mentioned. Yeah my mother cared more about religion and her job then she did her own son. This is why it didn't surprise me when she saw me with my biology teacher; who just happened to be married and male; she basically through the bible at me and ignored me for the rest of my life.
Then came telling my mother that her boyfriend; the third item on the list of the things she cared for; had turned me into a werewolf. That night we had the biggest fight in the history of our lives. She accused me of being jealous and that I wanted to get my satenistic hands on him. That night was the first time I had cried myself to sleep.
The night I told my mother about me being a werewolf and about Mr. Riddle; was the first time in three years she had talked to me; after all she had a reputation to uphold; the last of the items she cared for; I wished that we were normal and just had normal conversations like a normal family; but we always ended up fighting.
The whole time I was still a teen, I was 15 when I lost my virginity to my biology teacher; my male bio teacher to be exact; the first thing my mother say to me about my sexuality was "How dare you". Funny I don't remember her having anything to do with it.