Family is supposed to be an unbreakable bond. No matter what sort of trials and tribulations that they go through, a family should always stick together. Right? Wrong. My family dropped me like a sack of rotten potatoes the moment that I disagreed with them. My father thought that Fudge only wanted to use me as a spy. He believed that Fudge wanted to keep an eye on the whole family. It seems to me that someone in Fudge's position of power would be able to think of other ways to keep a watch on my wayward family. I knew that Fudge would never resort to using me as his own personal watchdog.
When I tried to explain my beliefs to my parents, things became worse. My father told me that I was a fool to believe that Fudge would not use me to his advantage. In turn, I blamed my father for my own lousy reputation at work. I firmly stated that he had no right to chastise me when his own reputation was not crystal clear itself. I asked him if he realized what I had to deal with at work. I explained that it was not easy proving to everyone that I was not like my dad. I told him about how much I had struggled in assuring everyone at the Ministry that I was on their side.
Once I spoke about being on the side of the Ministry, my dad was speechless for a moment. When he regained the ability to speak, he questioned my reasoning for taking the Ministry's side. My reply was that the Ministry's explanation of You-Know-Who's suspected return was much more plausible than the one given to the majority of the Wizarding world by Harry Potter. Dad, who is a very big fan of young Potter, was growing angrier by the second, even more rapidly after I'd criticized Harry. I knew that Harry was like another son to him. To hear me making a mockery of what Potter had accomplished seemed to grate under my father's skin, but I did not care. Father needed to hear what the rest of the world thought of Harry's accusations. It was not right to candy coat the fact that everyone thought that Harry Potter was a raving lunatic.
"Harry has done so much for us, and you're just going to go against him?"
Butting into yet another conversation that she was not part of, my mother shouted at me. She worshipped the ground that Harry walked on. My mother treated Harry like he was her only son. Sometimes, I think that she treated him better than she'd ever treated me or any of my other siblings. No one else seemed to matter whenever Harry was involved. She looked out for his safety before everyone else's. Everyone else could be sacrificed to the hounds as far as my mother was concerned. As long as precious Harry Potter was safe from harm.
"Mum, you're letting your hero-worshipping get in the way of logical thought," I replied to her, scathingly. "And I can't be part of this any longer. Goodbye."
Leaving the Burrow was not that hard to do. In fact, it was quite easy. I was glad to be rid of my family. They were just a burden. I was ready to move forward. I was prepared to play for the Ministry's team one hundred percent without the fear of what my family would say. I was placing my loyalties into the Ministry, knowing that they wouldn't steer me in the wrong direction.