Warning: Some readers may find this next bit upsetting or offensive. I re-iterate that the views expressed by the characters are far from my own, and that I have held back on putting in what I personally feel is the most offensive word even though I believe that its use would have been liberal in a situation and setting such as this.

I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter 14

'Come along, my ducky, come and help me decorate the tree.'

'Mother, I'm seventeen. And besides, I'm going out with some of the lads soon'.

'Stephen, you are never too old to decorate the tree. You used to love doing it when you were younger . . . '

'What's with calling me Stephen? I've asked you to stop that, it's not my name, you're only doing it because . . . '

'Stephen, luv . . '

'MY NAME'S SEVERUS! NOT STEPHEN, FOR FUCKS SAKE! YOU SHOULD KNOW, YOU BLOODY INSISTED . . . '

'What's going on here, now? Why are you swearing at your ma?'

'Tobias, love, it's fine, he's just . . .'

'He's just an arrogant twat, that's what he is. Isn't that right, lad?'

'No more than you are, you drunk bastard.'

'Oh, really. Care to repeat that?'

'Tobias, please . . .'

'STAY OUT OF IT, WOMAN!'

'DON'T TREAT HER LIKE THAT!'

'YOU GONNA STOP ME, LAD? C'MERE THEN AND SHOW ME THAT I DOAN' HAVE SUCH A PONCING NANCY FOR A SON! LAUGHING STOCK OF THE TOWN YOU MAKE ME!'

'Eh, Toby, everything all right in here?'

'Yeah Johnno, just teaching my boy some manners.'

'Eric, hey, get in here, job needs a doing! He being a little shithead again? Hey boy, you being disrespectful to your old man?'

'He's being disrespectful to his ma, more like.'

'No wonder, the little faggot. You wanna be a girly, eh boy? He's like one of those poncy rock stars, must think he's Bowie I reckon, with those clothes and hair.'

'Doan' forget that posh accent, Johnno , and all them big words he uses all fancy like.'

'Oh, yeah, he does think his too good for this family, always has the little ponce, it really takes the piss.'

'Hey Toby, whadda you reckon we take him down the town and show him off? Might be able to get some profit out of him.'

'YOU FUCKING STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU BASTARD'

'EH GIRLY, C'MERE MY UGLY NANCY'

'GRAB HIS LEGS, ERIC!'

'WHAT THE FUCK, THREE AGAINST TWO? WHAT, YOU SCARED OF . . . HEY, STOP, FUCK OFF!. . .'

'HOLD HIS ARMS BEHIND HIS BACK, ERIC!'

'GRAB HIS LEGS, JOHHNO, STOP HIM KICKIN!'

'Hold him fast for a second, lads, whilst I remove his 'magic'. Stop struggling, boy. Ahh, here it is, your little stick . . . .'

'Give it back!'

'Not fuckin likely. I'm not having a namby prancing son who waves a stick around like a complete tosser anymore. Onto the fire with this, then. And now, me little bastard, time to teach you some respect . . .'