Victims.
They called them victims?
You detest that word. Everything about it grates your nerves. They were not victims.
They were two proud Aurors, fighting for their son's life, and a peaceful world for him to grow up in. They were not victims.
You have seen the victims, sniveling, moaning, crawling their way through life. And you cannot bear to hear your Frank called that.
So you are defensive, stern. You will nothear them called victims.
You loathe the pity, for them, and for yourself, left to raise their boy. You didn't raise a victim, and you aren't going to raise one now,