Here is another Dean Thomas drabble that worked its way into my head. as you know J.K. Rowling owns the characters! Please R & R!
"Mama?" a young Dean asked his mother coming home from kindergarten.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"What's a basturd?"
"A what?"
"A basturd."
"Oh, a bastard." His mother got really quiet. She put down the pot she was washing and sat down on the stool next to the kitchen table.
"Dean, come here. Come to Mama."
"Am I in trouble?"
"No, Baby, you're not in trouble." Dean walked into his mother's arms. Victoria Thomas pulled her son onto her lap and tucked his head under her chin.
"Did someone call you a bastard?" Victoria felt her small son nod his head.
"You are NOT a bastard, Dean and don't let anyone tell you otherwise!"
"I won't, Mama. But what does it mean?"
"It means a child who was born without their parents being married or someone whose daddy doesn't claim them."
"But I don't have a daddy."
"Yes you do and he loved you very much."
"Where is he?"
"Well… he died."
"Like what happened to Grandma Great?"
"Yes, but I was married to your daddy for 7 whole years. That's a pretty long time. He loved you more than anything and he promised me he would do anything to save you."
"Ok, Mama."
"So the next time someone calls you that, you tell them that your daddy loved you and your mother very much."
"Alright Mama…Can I go play now?"
"Yeah Dean, go play." Victoria said as she discreetly wiped her tears.
That memory seemed so long ago, sometimes it seemed like that wasn't even me.
So when Ginny yelled that word at me along with some stupid rumor about the father that I didn't remember, I froze in my tracks.
"I can take you calling me anything else," I whispered through gritted teeth, trying to contain my anger. "But I refuse to sit here and call me a bastard. You don't know anything about me or where I come from. How dare you! You're a heartless bitch! Do your research before you start calling people out their names. I had a father and he loved me and my mother very much!"
I didn't need people like Ginny in my life. I had my mother who loves me more than herself and I had the love of my father, who was watching over me.