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Remy laid there lying on his side staring at the running creek within the darkness provided by the cave. His ears rested feet away from an anthill, his hair messy and his face caked with mud. A few footsteps slamming into loose rocks sent the rocks sliding into the small creek and Remy looked to see where that noise came from, only to see a miniature person; a man that seemed to be well kept with a chiseled jaw and an excellent build for someone who started to develop greying hair.

“Your mother always preferred squalor. I suppose you inherited that.” George’s voice cut through the damp air like a blade. He didn’t step any closer to Remy, as he felt like the bank that Remy was lying on was a boundary that he refused to cross. His boots gleamed even in the cave’s half light, neatly polished to the point where his reflection could shine.

Remy didn’t know what he meant. What was this squalor word? What was this man talking about? WHO WAS THIS MAN?

“Let me introduce myself, George Break, your father. I take it that you are Remy? You’re much shorter than every other filthy being here.” George seemed to be a bit stuck up, not even smiling as he addressed him, no, he seemed detached like he was planning something but Remy was too incompetent to figure that out.

Remy recognized the name though. George Break. The father he was supposed to hate. He was dressed like he was always so formal, and here were the Giants and Remy dressed minimally. “You no dad. You go now.” He said sharply with a huff as he kept his ear pressed against the dirt.

Wrogan, Remy’s mother, turned towards the man. She stood up and spoke words in Giant loud enough for Remy to know that they were profane words that were never to be repeated. She stood, towering, over him and grabbed the top of his head in the palm of her hand, turning him towards the entrance of Smoo’s Cave to exit. “Go.” She said sharply.

George walked forward a bit before turning around, just to get the lady he slept with over a decade ago to get her hand off of him. “You will come with me, Remy. It is time you see what civilization looks like. I will not have my son sleeping besides vermin.” He shot a violent but smug look towards Wrogan, only enraging her even more.

Remy stood up, hesitant to leave his mother again, but he wanted to see the life he never got to have. A life with his dad.

George turned back towards the exit and walked, expecting the boy to follow. “Do not dawdle, I have indulged your mother’s chaos long enough.”

Remy did not comprehend what he was saying, instead just shot his mother a sad look and walked away, hoping she didn’t resent him for seeing what life would’ve been like that didn’t involve lying on dirt and rocks.

He hated his dad for leaving him, but he knew that it wouldn’t be wise of him to start a fight with someone adept at magic. A lesson he learned from Hogwarts, after all.

As they left the cave, George began uttering more words that Remy did not comprehend. He noticed his stupid drunk brother liked to talk all the time, it seemed like it came from this person. He sighed. It was more peaceful in the cave. He liked the sound of rushing water.

George commented on his observation when he came to get Remy, and Remy did not understand it. “Your mother’s kind mistakes wilderness for freedom. It is filth. It is filth dressed as virtue. She was never meant for refinement. Women like her breed chaos, not heirs.”

Now, that was an insult, sadly, not one that Remy understood. His father was misogynistic, so was his brother. Sadly, this seemed like normal behavior, not really something that is so objectively nor morally and ethically wrong. What he did notice was that his father spat the word ‘women’ out so vehemently that he could tell there was some disgust there.

He pretended he didn’t hear his dad yapping the night away as they approached a portkey to go back to the Manor, strangely enough the Portkey was a boot.

Disgusting vermin, the Break were.

When they ported, Remy saw a beautiful landscape with a large neogothic manor erected in its full glory, and he felt his jaw drop. Hogwarts could not compare to this glory, this was so much better.

He looked at the graveyard to the side of the house, not sure what the heck was going on there. Why were there gravestones? Maybe they’re for pets.

He walked towards the door, where his dad simply stood there after rat-a-tatting on the smoothened surface, a house elf came up, wrinkled and old and so much more like a dwarf- like comparing a dwarvish human to an ant. He muttered some words and opened the door, bowing at his ‘master’, shooting a sharp glare in Remy’s direction as his ‘master’ passed.

The house elf scurried away, and muttered under his breath. He noticed George seemed to not acknowledge it, as servants are furniture to him. He turns to Remy, his voice unfortunately clipped and precise. “Do not stare. It is rude. You will learn manners if you are to walk through these halls.”

Remy blinked and was not sure what this word ‘manners’ were that people seemed to like spitting out of their poorly uttered mouths. He followed but not before he ran ahead and grabbed the house elf by his tattered clothes.

“Remy. Put him down.” George commanded and Remy felt his brows furrow and felt something deep inside him boil, something sour, and he wanted to yell and say things to hurt his dad. How dare he dictate him? Remy was a good boy. Remy could do whatever Remy wanted because Remy gets to do what Remy wants.

But with a huff, he put the disgusting gremlin down.

The House Elf ran off, running through one of the doorways.

Remy looked down on the ground, the floors were black. The walls.. well, they were dark. There were a bunch of portraits of a bunch of men. They all looked like they shared a resemblance to his father, and partially, to him too.

“These are Break men. Builders, scholars, conquerors. You will notice that there are no women. They were never the architects of legacy.” Big words, Remy didn’t understand whathis dad said, but again, he noted that the venom in his voice was directed towards the word ‘women’ like he were stuck up and considered women garbage.

He loved his mother, was this how he thought of his mom?