HILDA VECTOR
A number of days ago you advised me to "give Mrs. Weasley a run for her money in frantically hunting for lost children until he is found and found safe." I admit that initially I was very upset by both the fact that you would ask I look to a Weasley as to how to do something properly but also that you took it upon yourself to tell me how to raise my son. Once I had the opportunity to reflect on the meaning of your message, however, I thought that perhaps you were right.
Perhaps my son doesn't think I care enough about him.
Perhaps my son doesn't think I make enough of an effort as far as he is concerned.
Perhaps my son feels that I have slighted him somehow.
All of these thoughts and others just as heart-wrenching quickly became the center of my thoughts, no thanks to you.
I have tried your ways, Hilda. I have owled him repeatedly. I have taken in upon myself to show up at Hogwarts unnannounced and call for him. I have searched the grounds high and low for him, wishing for him to reveal himself to me just so we could talk about whatever it is that is vexing him so.
Your words made me turn my entire way of dealing with my child upside down and look at what has happened now:
He is ignoring me. He is ignoring me and I do not know why but I feel that somehow, someway, you are partially to blame for this.
For as much as you may rever Molly Weasley, I am not her by any means. I do not aspire to be her nor do I wish to further attempt to mother my son as she does her own even if you clearly think that she is the superior mother. I may not be the best mother in the world, Hilda, but I am the only mother that Draco has. In the past I have made some mistakes and I am trying to rectify them. I only hope that he will allow me to do so. This may not even be possible as he is refusing to communicate with me.
How dare you open the door for my son to push me through.
How dare you.
Perhaps my son doesn't think I care enough about him.
Perhaps my son doesn't think I make enough of an effort as far as he is concerned.
Perhaps my son feels that I have slighted him somehow.
All of these thoughts and others just as heart-wrenching quickly became the center of my thoughts, no thanks to you.
I have tried your ways, Hilda. I have owled him repeatedly. I have taken in upon myself to show up at Hogwarts unnannounced and call for him. I have searched the grounds high and low for him, wishing for him to reveal himself to me just so we could talk about whatever it is that is vexing him so.
Your words made me turn my entire way of dealing with my child upside down and look at what has happened now:
He is ignoring me. He is ignoring me and I do not know why but I feel that somehow, someway, you are partially to blame for this.
For as much as you may rever Molly Weasley, I am not her by any means. I do not aspire to be her nor do I wish to further attempt to mother my son as she does her own even if you clearly think that she is the superior mother. I may not be the best mother in the world, Hilda, but I am the only mother that Draco has. In the past I have made some mistakes and I am trying to rectify them. I only hope that he will allow me to do so. This may not even be possible as he is refusing to communicate with me.
How dare you open the door for my son to push me through.
How dare you.