Victor’s early years with his mother were happy enough, despite his parents constant bickering. When his mother became ill and his father left his job to care for her, Victor became more and more neglected by his parents. For the next 3 years, all attentions would be for his mother, Emily, as her health increasingly waned. The constant doctor visits from the local muggle hospitals and from St. Mungo’s were stressful for the young boy, and he craved his parents’ attention more than anything.
Kindergarten was a wonderful place for him. Victor was a bright child and was well liked by his teacher who became like a second mother for the year he was with her. The beginning of elementary school was the same. The harder he worked, the more attention from the teacher he received, and he loved it. He would always try to show off his schoolwork to his parents, but his mother was always too tired for him and his father never seemed to care.
When Emily died, the 7 year old Victor was crushed, not to say a bit traumatized after watching her pass at her bed side with his father, Edmund.
After her death, Victor’s father returned to his low paying job and once again began to drink heavily as he did before Emily became ill. Edmund had never been an affectionate father, and when drunk he became a dangerous and violent man.
School became Victor’s whole world after that. Spending as much time away from home as he could, he drowned himself in his studies. If he wasn’t at school, he would be at the library, going home only as late as he dared; hoping his father would be asleep by the time he got back.
While a bookworm, Victor was a ruff-n’-tuff little kid and never turned down a fight or allowed himself to be teased. He seemed to have inherited the family temper, and no one thought the bruises he often showed up with came from anything more than his common school spats.