I smiled as I reached the end of our drive. I had just apparated from the ministry. For a few seconds I just looked at the house. It was just so big. Honestly I'm not the only one who thought so. The realtor who sold it to us even muttered about the idiocy of it all. Two young adults really needing a manision with five floors. If I had actually been asked for my opinion I would have gone with something smaller, much more intimate, but of course the only thing I'm needed for is signing the check. After sighing and verbally berating myself in my own head, oh yeah I'm mental, about the way I was thinking I shut my thoughts off. I
was about to go in a little voice in the back of my head started to tell me that I shouldn't go in. I ignored it. I had gotten them a lot recently, and it was only making me feel more crazy, but I got them and they just made no sense. Sometimes I got them while eating dinner, or just drinking a glass of pumpkin juice. My mind was trying to tell me something, probably something crazy, but i just didnt want to listen any more. All I wanted was to see my wife.
After the war I had gone back to Hogwarts to complete my N.E. . It had just been myself and Hermione. Ron had gone to work at WWW with George, until he quit because it was 'too much effort.' I had not really bothered with the work much though, I mostly spent my time helping with the repairs or playing quittich with the younger years. Once my exams were over I left hogwarts and went to Grimauld place. I just hung around until I got my results. My grades had not been perfect, nor top of the year, but they had been good enough to become a auror.
Despite the year we had spent apart, during the school year we had continued dating. Towards the end I had taken her down to the black lake while it was frozen, and I had proposed. After a huge amount of tears she had thrown her self at me and had chanted yes like a mantra. All I could think about was her overpowering perfume and how it was suffocating me.
We got married that summer. I had wanted it to be a long engagement but when I suggested that I got a flutter of the eyelashes and a sickly sweet reply of 'But Harry the sooner I'm Lady Potter the happier we will be. Can't you just imagine all the partys we could attend. With me on your arm every man will want to be you! We could have so much fun.' That may have just been me but not a word of that sounded fun, it just sounded fake and ...selfish.
Despite my suggestions, with the help of her mother she had planned everything. My opinon was nor asked for nor needed. The only thing they wanted from me was a check. To be honest I didn't really have any knowledge of my own wedding till the day . It wasn't my taste I really couldn't stand it. Her designs and ideas had made the whole thing cheap and tack. The colour scheme was Gryffindor gold and red. The theme was ' We are richer than you.' I was sure that the theme was missing the words 'so suck on it' because that was what she seemed to make everyone do. It made me feel like a Malfoy. Everything right down to the cutlery and the napkins was plated gold, even though I knew the price alone to plate everything could have fed the hungry with three coursed meals. It looked horrible. I had no choice.
I had wanted George to be my best man, as we were close, but at her insistence I had asked Ron. He had just started dating Hermione, who was a bridesmaid, but he spent the whole time staring at other women. I could see that Hermione knew what he wad doing though she pretended she didn't.
I didn't even like her dress. Most brides would wear a traditional white dress, but she wore a Gryffindor red dress. 'The saying is that only virgins wear white' the sly voice in the back of my head reminded me. Looking at her dress made me realise just how much Gryffindor red gave me a headache. But I didn't complain because I knew she liked it and I wanted her to be happy. After a brief honeymoon she went back to school and I went to the minister for the completion of my auror training.
I wondered aloud why I was thinking like this. 'Because your crazy. You have a beautiful woman that you don't deserve' a voice in my head said. It appeared everytime I thought negatively about my marriage. I just cleared my thoughts and adjusted my mindset. I was the luckiest guy in the world. It was finally summer. She had completed newts she was finally back. She had got her results this morning though and she had not been happy. She had failed everything except potions. Even George had got more than that when he went to the ministry to take his N.E.W.T.s. Sighing deeply I let myself inside. I went into the living room and got a shock. Ginny, Ron and Hermione were standing there with their wands out pointed at me. Please be a joke. Please be dreaming. Please merlin don't let me believe this js actually happening. " Guys? Whats going on?" I asked confused. I bet not many can say that they go home to find their wife, her brother and his wife pointing their wands at you. I always thought that it would be Voldemort or his minions who did this kind of thing. Note to self: ALWAYS LISTEN TO THE VOICE IN THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD IT IS ALWAYS RIGHT. I looked into their eyes just to be sure, but they weren't foggy and unfocused. They were clear and looked murderous."Potter we are sick of pretending. We don't like you and we never did. Dumbledore paided us to deal with you but he is dead now. If you die Ginny will get everything." Ok so I changed my mind, im not the luckiest guy in the world, not by far.
I tried to protect myself, dodging putting up shields and even firing off my own spells. Just after Hermione hit me with a cutting curse to then thigh I hit Ron , the easiest target, in the chest with a stunner. He crumbled like a stack of bricks. I took advantage of Hermione's momentary distraction and sent a stunner at her too. She fell on top of Ron, as she had leaned over him to see if he was alright.I looked into my wifes eyes. I saw the panic. They had not been planned for me to fight back. The panic was soon replaced with the famous Weasley temper. I shot a stunner but she dodged. I was going to shot another curse when something awoke inside me. It began to shout at me. 'Thats the woman you love! Don't you dare attack her, because if you hurt her you lose her!' I dont know what the voice was but It knew it was wrong and that it was trying to posion my mi d with its words. To listen to it now would be fatal.
I ducked as a blue light shot towards me. I recognised the spell. Atque in dolore, ut ne moriamini, which means may you die in extreme pain and fear. I had seen it in a vision. It will make you relive your worst ever memories over and over as your organs melted. She clearly wasn't messing around anymore. I dodged a crucio. I tried to fight her I honestly did, but while trying to fight her I was fighting an inner battle with myself as a part of me was determind to protect her. She hit me with a full body bind charm. She walked over to me and kicked my wand away. Directly over my heart, she placed her wand and said the spell that ended it all. In a flash of green I was gone. My last memory was her satisfied smirk.
