A.N Completely forgot to put my A.N into the last chapter. My friend is on a bit of a Shakespeare kick at the moment. The man can do no wrong and apparently not even my amateur writing could diminish his genius... that sounded like a challenge to me et voilĂ . Enjoy, criticise if you must I won't take offense.

We gave him everything. The finest clothes, an unrivaled education, impeccable manners and a name that would open all the right doors for him. His future was certain as heir to the Black fortunes. He was to be my pride and joy. He was the perfect embodiment of everything a pure blood should be...until he boarded that blasted train.

I'd warned my husband to send him to Durmstrang, warned him of Dumbledores outrageous views. But he didn't listen, he believed we'd instilled enough of our values in him to withstand anything the old fool could throw at him. What he hadn't counted on was the filth that would hoodwink him with promises of friendship.

After he had been sorted into Gryffindor the shame was great but tolerable. But then he grew his hair a ridiculous length, destroyed his body with vulgar tattoos, dressed like a degenerate and used his allowance to purchase a muggle monstrosity. He befriended traitors and half breeds. He broke my heart.

My husband put it down to teenage rebellion, attempted to beat it out of him. Nothing worked. If anything it made him more determined to turn his back on all he'd ever known. So I did what I had to do, what any mother would do in my place. I banished him, disowned him. He needed to be made an example of for Regulus' sake.

"Oh how sharper than a serpents tooth it is to have a thankless child."