The Son Iâve Never Become ||Â harry & katherine {past}
Harry spun around, lowered his violing slowly. His gazed wandered over to the letter and back to his mother. He disapproved of the idea to play in front of his family members only. The young prodigy didnât need the praise of his own blood, he knew without them he was talented, that he was amazing in playing his instrument. It was a waste of time and there was no advantage for him to do it.Â
âWhat do I have to explain to you, mother? I think they stated it clear enough, although Iâm certain they forgot about the fact that they take away my knife.â He looked down to the floor, kicked against the floor his heel. âI want it back. It wasnât fair.â
âHow dare they?â Katherine said sarcastically âWhat has gotten into you Harry?â she asked upset by her sonâs behavior the last few months. âWhy are you going after innocent people like that? Your classmates? Your friends?â she couldnât even believe her own words âYou need to stop , justâ she sighed âTell me what is wrong and Iâll help you but stop doing this harryâ















