Harry Potter: Who cares about belated motherly love?

Then we returned home and started our life as a family of four.

Although my father felt a little lost, he became the gentle father he was to us before my sister was born. Although I felt a little guilty and wondered if I had ruined my father's happiness, I decided to give up these feelings for our happiness.

However, my uncle's last words made me feel uneasy, so I started to investigate more about my family and my mother's family. My father had been married several times before marrying my mother, but he never had any children. Among the women who divorced him, one became pregnant and gave birth to a child shortly after divorcing my father. Therefore, my father was examined in many Muggle specialized hospitals, but the result was that there was no problem with his reproductive function. My younger brother was more interested in the development of magical instruments and seemed to be completely unconcerned about these things, so my older brother and I started to investigate these things.

"What do you think is the reason?"

"Indeed, except for my father, the youngest, all of my father's family members were childless and gradually died out. Starting from my grandfather's generation, no one was able to have children, and no one in the following generations could have children."

"The mother's family is a famous family, known as the Family of Light. In fact, it seems that they have been targeted and pursued by the dark forces for a long time, but more importantly, they may have extremely strong resistance to the dark forces. Therefore, the mother was able to give birth to the child."

"As for that damned old woman... I'm not sure. But maybe after a long marriage with someone like that, I inherited that trait. Maybe my tolerance for dark magic is higher than others."

“…Is it a curse?”

"That's very likely. And the characteristic of the Weasley family is the glorious red hair."

"Is it possible that we were also affected?"

"It should be possible. But we red-haired children carry more Weasley blood than any other child of our mother."

"Ah, I didn't expect my mother could be useful. I've always been annoyed by this redhead, but maybe this could be an opportunity."

So, my brother and I discussed and decided to first look through all the family notes and books. At the same time, we also vowed to learn to break the curse together. In fact, my mother's brother developed that amazing contract magic and became an expert in breaking curses. So, maybe we have that talent.

So my brother and I started our research.

By the way, my mother had a pretty good life for a while after the divorce. It was really embarrassing that this was my mother.

After a while, she seemed to have had enough fun, and she remarried into a prominent family and began to have children.

We have many half-brothers and half-sisters. Although we have no friendship at all, we sometimes run into each other. They are all disgusting, pretentious aristocrats. They seem to be proud of being like their father, and look at us red-haired children who look like our mother with obvious contempt. Some even sneer in front of us. Fortunately, we go to school in Bobaton, and they all go to Darmstrang, so we will not meet in the same school, which is the best consolation.

But wait, you will regret it in the future, what it means that you are not like your mother. And we will never help you.

With such ambition, my brother and I immersed ourselves in research. Our goal was to successfully break the curse before my brother got married, or more precisely, before the person he liked reached the age of childbearing. My brother had liked his neighbor's childhood sweetheart since he was a child, and the other party also liked him. Therefore, when she saw us secretly researching, she also took the initiative to express her willingness to join us. Later, my aunt, who had not had a child for a long time, also said that this was an area of ​​interest to her, so the four of us began research. We searched through the notes of our ancestors in the study and warehouse at home, investigated the history of our family, and studied the dark magic on the bookshelf, especially the curse. Even after entering Bobadon, we still buried our heads in study and research. As a result, we were called bookworms and did not make any friends at all.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as my brother and younger brother are there, I think it’s enough.

After discovering that our family might have been cursed, it took more than a decade of work to finally break the curse. It was much quicker than I thought. I thought it would take 20 years to solve. In fact, I was surprised how easy it was to solve, considering the strength of the curse. I guess it's all because of the Weasley blood. I have my mother to thank for that. It was also very important that we were aware of the possibility of a curse at a young age, because some types of curses become more difficult to break as you get older. We were able to use our bodies as experimental subjects when we were children.

When all the brothers were freed from the curse, the elder brother secretly held his wedding. When his father saw that he had an heir, he cried with joy, as if he had witnessed it all, and then he passed away quietly.

By the way, my mother is now in her fourth marriage. Although she is past the age of having children, she likes to be pampered, so she did not divorce as usual after giving birth. She chose to continue the privileged life as a hostess of a noble family.

It's really disgusting.

Of course, I didn't invite him to my brother's wedding. Even if I had, he wouldn't have come. Even if he came, he would have only been sarcastic about the wedding, thinking it was a cheap wedding or something like that.

I thought I could feel at ease with this, but I didn't expect that this was the beginning of our real suffering.