Your father maintains that you are the best of the best. The best son from the best family.

You had a brother, once.

You don't talk about him anymore.

Your father has expectations, some of which you meet with relative ease. Academic success, check. Athleticism, check. Charm, check. Charisma, check.

These, though, are just the beginning.

Ruthlessness.

Ambition.

Cruelty.

You don't do so well here. That's your mother's influence, your lovely, quiet, dignified Belgian mother.

Your father is no Death Eater, of course. But he is a businessman, and he deals with everyone who comes to him, no questions asked.

You are a wealthy young man. Secretly, you hate your money, but you love the things it brings you: good food, the best broomsticks, the ability to buy things for your friends.

You are a scion of one of the best families.

You are never allowed to forget this.  >> next chapter >>