ok this chapter is a lil violent and has some abuse in it...kinda sad chapter so if ur not into it dont read it but this is an important chapter so u decide to read it or not
I sat there awhile thinking about how much I hurt people and why all of a sudden I changed. I changed after that night I think…
Things changed real fast. I was almost kicked out of Hogwarts. My father convinced Hogwarts and everyone else that we were not there. Everyone else got busted, including Crabbe and Goyle. They are now in Azkaban. We had our house searched, all of our belongings, everything. A few months passed after our hearing and Father still wanted to follow in Lord Voldemort's ways. Father was crueler though. He wanted to prove to those that were still around that he was just as good if not better then Lord Voldemort.
Thing's changed. Him and Mother were always fighting. Always. One night I heard her say that she was going to leave him. I then heard his stick hitting flesh and her cry. I couldn'' do anything. He was always beating on her but what could I do? I sat there on my bed contimplating if I should leave. Those thoughts kept reappearing. One day in November he told me I was joining the DE's on my birthday. Some birthday present.
I suddenly hated him. I wanted none of what he had. I wanted to be nothing like him. I wanted to be free. I told him that. The next day he dragged me down to his "layer". He beat me. He pounded his stick in me repeating the same thing over and over.
"You are my son"
He took out his wand and burned that into my back.
I touched my back wincing for the scar was still there.
Mrs. Weasley had returned with some food and drink. I thanked her and she sat by me.
"I know your father's a horrible man. You don't have to tell me about anything if you don't want to." She smiled
She reminded me a lot of my mother, before Father started "working at home".
All day we used to play. We even made up our own games. Hours after hours, days after days we spent in my play room. Just me and mommy. Thinking about her makes me smile abit. I used to sit in her lap when I was ready for my nap or to go to sleep. She'd run her hands through my hair and hum softly and quietly to me. She loved my hair back. That's why I continuely wear it slicked back.
I slowly hum the tune my mom hummed to me and Mrs. Weasley smiled when I was done.
"That's a good song" she said "Were did you here it?"
"My mother sang it to me" I said looking into her eyes. "It's about a boy that died before his time." I looked down into my lap.
"I'm sorry" I whispered.
"For what?" Mrs. Weasley said back.
"I'm sorry for Harry" I said. A strange feeling uprooted in my gut. I felt sorrow.
"It wasn't your fault, dear" she said. I looked up and a tear rolled down her cheek.
I laid down to rest again.
"You are my son"
I was told that and beaten it into me everyday for 4 weeks straight. I looked horrible but father would always clean me up afterwards. I remember one day in the beginning of December, he took me outside and tied me to a tree. I still did not want to be a death eater. He stripped me down to nothing and left me in the snow. It began to snow near nightfall. Mother came out with clothes and food. She ran up to me and untied me. My lips were blue and my whole body I couldn't feel. She brought me inside and brought heaters to me. I got changed while she went to Father to talk. I never saw her after that.
"You are my son" keeps playing in my head. I'd rather Mum say it to me….
Tears stream down my face and Mrs. Weasley came to me. She hugs me for a long time. I broke down and told her what happened that night of Harry's death and what "He" did to my mother. I didn't mention me but I take it she knew he did something to me.
…"You are my son" he said to me the night before my birthday. I fell asleep that nite with hate in my heart and tears on my pillow. I missed my mother and didn't know what happened to her. I hated my father… I hated my father for everything.
The next morning he came to me early and threw me out of bed. I landed on the floor. "You are my son" he said.
I drifted off to sleep with Mrs. Weasley holding me. She felt so much like my mother and it felt so good to have actual contact with another person. She then got up and covered me and went on with her daily duties…
Good chapter? Review and tell me.... hope ya guys did like it tho... i really put thought and emotions into this chapter i wanted you to know how he felt and i no he is a lil outta character but with what hes gone thru i think anybody would act different.
Mie