"Go look at the mail in my room, Ruby, and then you tell me," Edward said. He had gotten enough mail that they were now sitting in three extra large top loading canvas duffle bags that stood almost 3 foot high each, and all three bags were full to the top. There were hundreds of cards and letters and packages. "Somehow, we have a problem. What the devil have you done, Boy? Explain yourself."
"It isn't that hard. I did the only thing I could do. The muggles needed an explanation. They needed two bodies--Benjamin and Eileen. So I gave them two--in a way."
"You found bodies and did what exactly?"
"No. But there are two empty graves now, with sealed caskets, in the local muggle cemetery back home with headstones, and there might have been a couple of appropriately worded obituaries in the local muggle newspaper. I told you. I shut the muggles up."
"And you did this why?"
"Go look at the mail in the market basket in my office on the credenza. It's all there. The family sent me countless letters and telegrams and owls over and over, demanding that I do something. Read them yourself. They said they were my parents, so it was my job to take care of it so the companies didn't continue to lose business," Angus said tensely.
"And why didn't they contact me? Why were they pressuring you instead?"
"Because I'm the eldest. It was my job to do, so I did it."
"You're leaving out something I can see it in your face."
"It's not important."
"It bloody well is. What are you not telling me?"
"They have officially disowned me and told me I am no longer a Donohue," he replied.
"Well, first of all, that's not their call to make. You know better. You're still a Donohue, and they're out of their minds. Why have they said they've disowned you?"
"Because they believe I planned this all out and that I murdered my own parents in cold blood because, they believe, I hated them badly enough to do it," Angus fairly bellowed at him, finally saying the words that had haunted him for nearly a week. "They tried to get the Italian ministry of magic to arrest me, but when that didn't happen, they believed that you pulled some sort of strings--you and Robert--to hide me...."
"I'll kill them myself," Edward said quietly, now seething with rage. "How long has this been going on?"
"Since the day we got home a week ago," Angus said.
"And you didn't see fit to tell me? Have you lost your mind?"
"Probably," Angus said quietly, far more insecure with himself and his role in the family than he wanted to display. He walked out on Edward, with Edward still calling after him, transfigured his clothes to running gear and went for a run.
"Robert!" Edward bellowed, feeling that this now could fire up some international wizarding politics, and that was far more Robert's area of expertise than his own.