We will swear by our blood
"Is your doubt here, my child?" A steady voice brought the red-haired boy who was lost in his thoughts back to reality.
"Nothing. I'm just a little uneasy, father." The red-haired boy responded timidly. No matter how long he lived in this house, he still had an inexplicable and anxious feeling.
He always felt like his thoughts were being peered into.
It feels quite far away, but at the same time it's impressive and enough to make people feel fearful.
"My precious Renault, I am your caregiver, don't be shy to ask for help from me." The man could see the flash of fear on the red-haired boy's face clearly in an instant.
He knew that the child was still worried, frightened, and fearful, and was cautiously aware of everything around him.
Hearing the man's words, the red-haired boy named Renault's face wrinkled, looking like he was about to cry.
Those gazes were like imprints on the wallpaper, densely packed.
The boy then shook the thought out of his head.
Yes, only the man in front of him would care about him, take care of him, comfort him, buy him good pants, buy him good boots, buy him a good coat to keep out the cold.
Even , give him a brand new set of Wizard's Chess.
Rather than giving other people unwanted items as birthday gifts to him.
Not picked from a bunch of muggle trash that no one was interested in.
Before this, he had never imagined that he could be adopted.
When he first arrived in the house, he was filled with uneasy anxiety until he saw the food on the table and was involuntarily attracted to it.
He ate the hard-to-see chicken drumsticks and devoured them.
"What if I can't be assigned to the house of Godric Gryffindor? I can't become the same person as my father." The boy's tone was timid, undoubtedly full of worry.
The boy couldn't imagine where he could be if he wasn't in a Gryffindor's house.
Perhaps, as they say, he, like Percival, would live in a house full of poisonous snakes.
Renault simply couldn't imagine he to live in Slytherin, the dungeon where the Dark Lord belonged.
They had said that the Dark Lord's followers, almost all of whom came from Salazar Slytherin's house, killed the kind Uncle Fabian and the courageous Uncle Gideon.
Except for Percival, the whole family with red hair was in the Gryffindor house.
His late grandfather was a Gryffindor.
The man who wears goggles and obsessed with Muggle culture is a Gryffindor.
The woman who always looked at Bill expectantly was a Gryffindor.
Bill, who always showed some concern for him, was a Gryffindor.
Even though the Charlie he was least familiar with was a Gryffindor.
He knew that two years ago this month, the twins also entered Gryffindor.
But he never looked like them, he looked like Percival.
The woman looked at him with such defensive and distant eyes, she never concealed that she seemed to see Percival in him.
The twins had once told him that Godric Gryffindor's house was the brightest and most promising, for the greatest wizards came from there.
The kind old man in purple wizard robes stopped two generations of Dark Lords.
"Only in the house that belongs to Gryffindor can you have the courage to fight against the darkness." The bespectacled man he called dad said this, and he never concealed his praise of Dumbledore.
"What's more, you've always wanted to know our savior, haven't you?" The voice of the man wearing glasses sounded from the side.
Yes, meet Harry Potter and become his friend.
Yes, learn about Harry Potter and become his assistant.
Yes, channel Harry Potter and become his companion.
The chattering sound comes from the study, coming from the guests who come to visit the home every day.
The boy felt uncomfortable.
Yes, meet Harry Potter and become his friend.
Sentences like this appear more and more often as the semester begins closer.
Yes, learn about Harry Potter and become his assistant.
Even, it was enough to affect his thoughts throughout the day.
Yes, channel Harry Potter and become his companion.
Such thoughts barely allowed him to concentrate on his own affairs.
"Don't you want to be the golden boy's friend?" The old man's voice rang in his ears, and the kind eyes of a grandfather looked very sincere on the old man's face.
"Only by becoming his friend can you tell everyone how much you want to be a lion and add glory and hope to the house where gold and red coexist."
"Stop your thoughts, my dear child." The man's calm voice once again brought Renault's thoughts back to reality from the confusion.
He knew the boy's confusion, he'd been there too.
"You need to hear yourself, my precious Renault."
The red-haired boy raised his head, eager for guidance from the man.
"My precious Renault, Weasley is an ancient and vital surname. For this reason, we always hold out hope. The reason why our bloodline stands out among many pure-blood families is because we believe that we can change the regulated future." There was no hesitation in the man's tone.
He clearly saw the boy's fleeting doubts.
"Remember our family motto? My dear child." The man's tone was like a whisper, but clear enough.
The boy had a hesitant look in his eyes. He had always been afraid of the family motto.
That family motto never appeared on the dining table at the Burrow.
"We will swear by our blood and be proud of this place."
Yes, the Weasley family would never be brought down by a years-long curse and feud with several pureblood families.
Our blood runs deep.
When he was a child, his mother once told him.
The mother was wearing a dark dress and a look of never-ending sorrow on her face.
She said she was too young.
Not understanding the true meaning of the family motto.
She is bent on rebelling against her innate motto "Toujours Pur."
However, she had never truly come to terms with the dark and insidious heritage that lay deep within the Weasley family.
The same is true for fathers and grandfathers. They cannot face the inheritance they should inherit, so that the curse that plagues the entire family is passed down from generation to generation.
"Weasley members with pure blood should remember this."
These were her mother's words as she placed on herself the pendant that had once belonged to the Weasley family.
But he was frightened by these words. He saw a pale silver light in his mother's eyes.
When he entered Hogwarts, when the hat was placed on his head.
The man who was once a boy only thought about "having to be put into the right house."
He declined the classification hat's offer.
Although, he is obviously more suitable for the snake's house.
In the house belonging to Godric Gryffindor, he lived a very mediocre life and left no memorable deeds.
Unlike his two older brothers, he is not good at displaying a lively personality or being keen on sports competitions.
Compared to mischief and smiles. He always preferred potions, alchemy, astrology, and the ancient runes.
He didn't like the smell of the turf, and he didn't like the sweat on the snitch.
Nor does he like to explore anything about Muggle life.
Unfortunately, having a nerdy mind in a lion's house doesn't help.
What they care more about is whether they defeated Slytherin in the regular Quidditch match yesterday.
"In Salazar Slytherin's house, in addition to the Dark Lord, there are also those great wizards who have gone down in history." The man's tone was calmer than ever before.
After he completely left behind fifteen years of drunkenness and low self-esteem, he was no longer the wizard who once followed in the footsteps of his father and brother.
First and foremost, he is a father.
Next, the purest blood flows in his body.
Eventually, he grew tired of all the sacrifices that war entailed.
There never was a greatest good, that's a lie.
"The important thing is that you have to believe in yourself and you can achieve success no matter where you are."
Bilius Weasley looked at the boy with an unusually determined expression.