Many a man would shiver with fear at the thought of their mother being with them for their entire lives. Imagine… every single moment of the day, she is there.
It was horrifying.
No one wanted their mother there all of the time.
Especially when she couldn't cook. Literally. His mother was a ghost. And sometimes it just plain sucked.
However he hated to use such informal, muggle like terms. He shuddered delicately.
But he supposed, he thought, as began to rest an elbow on the table and then putting his hand under his chin, it did have its benefits.
"Tom! Sit up straight!"
Gritting his teeth he adjusted his spine, pulling back his shoulders. Till he was sitting with his posture perfect.
Benefits he had yet to find out.
It was so embarrassing for her to do this. He was a Dark Lord!
His name was barely spoken. It inspired fear when it was. His minions were spreading his power in Britain and across the world. He had magical power that had been seen by few. His Darks Arts skill was legendary. He was Lord Voldemort!
And she was his mother.
She smiled benevolently at him, "Good boy."
It sucked.