Give Her Hell From Us

I remember the moment that the sorting hat touched my head. I had only heard one simple sentence whispered into the depths of my mind before the hat announced that I was to be in Gryffindor. That sentence was "Don't let her define you". I knew immediately that the hat meant my mother; a cruel and twisted witch whose features resemble that of a toad and who forced me to write lines in my own blood whilst growing up simply because I did not agree with her on certain subjects. I grew to hate her as the years passed by, her mock kindness and twisted punishments grinding on my every last nerve.
Hogwarts became my escape from the first day I attended the magical school, and I only had to worry about my mother and her twisted methods over the summer holidays.
That all changed in my last year attending Hogwarts however, when my mother became the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at the school on the blasted Minister's orders and corrupted the school from head to toe, eventually making Dumbledore the headmaster himself leave the school, she gladly took over his position.
This is the story of how my mother turned my life into a living hell, and how I returned the favor.

AN: I hope you guys enjoyed this little sneak peek of sorts. The first chapter of the book will be posted on September 24th. It's still in the works right now, but by the time September rolls around I know that I'll have finished off some of my other stories and be ready to move on with this one. Thanks for reading. Be sure to vote, comment, and give me any suggestions or feedback you have for this story.