Andrew and Robert took Elwood home, and Angus presumed Robert went along so he could check Elwood to make sure he was still doing well after his day out. Angus got up and started shaking out the sand from beach blankets and folding them up to put them back in the beach bag, and Michael came over to help.
"Michael, so is this new Tremaine related to you?" Angus asked.
"Not that I'm aware of," Michael said. "We were a pretty small family, though. My parents are both gone, and I have...had...I don't know...a younger brother. He is or was about ten years younger than I, and we haven't spoken in years and years. I don't know if he's alive or not."
"Mind if I ask what happened?"
"Our dad died shortly after John was born. and that left my mom desperate for money, so I did what I've always done best. I made money the only way I knew how--on the streets, even after I went to Hogwarts. It was what money I made that kept my mum and my brother fed and provided for, for a long damned time. I got my job at the Ministry in my mid 20's. And even after that, I made sure my mum and my brother had what they needed. Those were damned lean years, and none of the three of us had what we wanted, but we had what we needed. And then, just a month before my brother's graduation, mum died.
"As if that weren't bad enough, things got worse after that. My brother had a real temper tantrum at our mother's funeral. He blamed me for her death, saying if I had just done the right damned thing and come home, our mother wouldn't have died. He didn't know what the hell he was talking about. I was going to try to explain it but he wasn't hearing a damned thing. He always was a hotheaded ass. Anyway, I gave up arguing with him, and I turned around to walk away. That was my mistake. I should have known not to turn my back on him. Anyway, he slashed my back wide open with a sectumsempra that went from the bottom of my left ribcage all the way up and across my back to just over my right shoulder."
"That's where you got that hellacious scar you have, then."
"It is. Thank God, Robert was there. They wanted to haul me off to St. Mungos, but Robert was there, and he was working on a Vulnera Sanentur before anyone could have taken me to St. Mungos. My brother wasn't an adult yet, so Dumbledore helped me make him my legal ward. I was, legally, my brother's guardian, but for my own medical recovery and my own safety, Dumbledore looked after him til he turned eighteen, two days after graduation. The last time I ever saw my brother was that argument. I did try to write to him but Dumbledore told me that my brother set the letters on fire, unopened. I heard rumors that he got some sort of a job somewhere in Asia, but that's the last I heard. And that is the long and short of what I know about my brother. For all I know, he's dead. Might as well be, so far as I'm concerned. I have a damned good life, and my family now is you lot. I don't need to resurrect him or the Tremaine tree."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pried."
"You didnt. You just asked, and I answered," Michael said, putting the last towel in the beach bag.