My birth was an accident.
Ever since my unknown grandmother was pinned down by that person decades ago, it was an incredible accident.
That man, my grandfather, the absolute bigot, the blood nut, the Parseltongue, the pinkeye, the bald man, the geront—you know who he was.
Yep,"You Know Who".
Who knows what's going on? Just imagining the scene makes me dizzy. Maybe the great Tom Riddle also had sex after drinking, maybe that man happened to forget to wear a condom, and my cheap mother happened to be... Particularly up to date.
The first time my aunt told me about my soap opera-like bizarre life experience, I understood one thing.
- Damn accidents, they never stop.
◆The heroine is undoubtedly a Gryffindor through and through.
◇CP young master. Heat slowly.