Was it Betrayal, Or Just Stupidity?

Chapter 5

At first, it was just yelling. Mother shouting at me for being friends with a 'Disgusting werewolf' and how I was the 'family disappointment.' She tried to guilt-trip me into thinking that she thought she was a bad mother because of my failure, but that didn't work on me anymore. Like I had predicted, Father had shouted at me for being stupid enough to get caught. That wasn't the worst part. It was the hitting, the whacking and what was downright physical abuse. Oh, what fun we were going to have.s

It only got worse and worse. As the days went on, new punishment methods were being rolled out like sweets at Halloween. I remember one night better than the others. Father had come back from a Ministry meeting, which, as I understood, hadn't gone his way. He got very very drunk and rolled out the belt. As much as I pleaded and begged, he relentlessly beat me with it. Blood was pouring out of my body and onto the basement floor. So. Much. Blood. He didn't appear to care. I have no idea how long this went on for, but he left me there, unconscious on the floor. Left to die. But of course, I would never have been so lucky.

I was honestly wondering what was in it for me anymore. My friends hated me, my parents hated me. Why was I still here? So on the 14th day of suspension, exactly two weeks after the incident, I hatched a plan. A rather marvellous plan. And it would've worked too, had Mother not have come back so early.

The plan was to climb up the staircase and hoist myself onto the chandelier in the entrance hall. I'd then attempt to hang myself and hopefully die. But oh boy did this not go well.

It started well. I started my day writing a well-drafted suicide note and finalising my will. Then, I paced around in my bedroom, wondering whether or not I had the courage to do this. When I heard Mother and Father leave, I race down the stairs and swiftly put my plan into action. I hoisted myself onto the bannister and dropped the rope over the chandelier. I swung out onto chandelier and dropped into the rope. But before I could lose consciousness, I heard the door swing open.

"SIRIUS ORION BLACK" I heard the banshee that was my Mother shrieking my name. She drew her wand, and I went crashing to the floor, the chandelier on top of me. I felt the glass of the chandelier piercing my skin, and lodging itself in my skin. It was like I was having needles pricked into me repeatedly. Mother kicked me into the fireplace (which, just to clarify, was burning an aggressive fire), threw some floo powder on top of me and roared "HOGWARTS!"