AN: This is serious compared to the last, however I felt it was appropriate. Don't worry, the next will go back to the old style. Anyways, enjoy and as always please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Friend: Calls your parents by Mr. and Mrs.

Best Friend: Calls your parents Dad and Mom.

Parent: n: a person who brings up and cares for another

Yea right, they were not my parents, well not anymore. I guess you could say things just weren't the same after I began Hogwarts but I wouldn't change anything about it.

A little silver ball rolled around on the freshly polished oak floor, a little boy of 4 following after it. Laughter filled the dark hallway he was running down. BANG! The boy hit a table, knocking the vase on top to the ground. Sitting surrounded by shattered porcelain the boy began to cry.

Taking notice of the crying and the loud crash a woman walked in. She was stern faced and harsh, her dark robes making her look even paler then normal by comparison."Why you idiotic baby," The woman screamed. "Do you know how much that cost? You stupid child, stop you crying and clean that up."

…still my mother, still my parent. But at four I didn't know any better, hating my mother was unimaginable. I still loved her then, despite constant screaming and punishment, I didn't know what real parents were supposed to be like.

Little by little I began to change, from a little toddler who can't hate his parents to a defiant eleven year old or as defiant as one could get. I grew into a child who only knew one side of the story, all black, no white, all hate, and no love.

You see my years at home weren't the best, bloody hell they weren't even good. But I'm pretty sure that is because my "mother" didn't believe me to be completely hopeless, until Hogwarts came around.

There was nothing my "mother" could do to prevent me from being a Gryffindor, nothing she could do to prevent me from learning the truth about those who she so openly hated, nothing she could do, not that she would have seeing Regulus was around.

I'd never be quite as perfect as their precious little Regulus, not like I want to be anyway. He was so pure and obedient, the perfect child, in her eyes anyways. He was her star, her polished gem to add to her collection. He was my complete opposite, yet he was my family and I could not help but love him.

So I learned in my time at Hogwarts to be everything my mother hated, everything my mother stood against. I tried to teach these things to Regulus in a desperate attempt to have him see the right side of things, so he wouldn't fall into Voldemort's clutches and most probobly die. As much as you can wish a parent to die, your brother is something special. He wouldn't learn so I had to give up, on the one bit of family I had left.

As I learned these lessons my time at home grew worse, curses and yelling dominated most of the vacations. I took to locking myself in my room or spending it somewhere else. Eventually I just stopped going home, and just started spending my time at James'.

But now things are different, I have learned what it means to love and what it means to believe in something.

I am past hating my mother. I am past hating my brother. I am past hating my home. For she is not my mother anymore, he is not my family and the house I once lived in is not my home.

What was once my escape during vacations is now my home, the boy who was once my best friend is now my brother and the woman who was once Mrs. James' Mother, then Mrs. Potter is now Mum.