Prologue
I hate my family. Everything about them is black. Including their name. If it was my choice I would leave.
But I can't.
I've tried. I've been beaten. I've been starved. I've always been different from them.
My friends don't know most of this. They think I'm verbally abused and ignored. Well, I am verbally abused.
Not ignored.
At least, not completely.
My mother no longer calls me by my name. My father no longer treats me as a human. My brother no longer talks to me. My cousins no longer ask my opinion. The house elf has been instructed to no longer tend to my needs.
They have declared me to no longer be their son.
I don't mind.
I don't want to be their son. I wish I didn't even have their blood.