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"Albus," Harry said icily, ignoring the bristling and the snapped reprimand from Mrs. Weasley at using the headmaster's given name, "If you do this to me, I will lose the last of my respect for you."
"Now Harry, I understand that you're not seeing it now, but this really is the best thing for you."
"No," Harry continued in that same frozen tone, "It is not. If you truly mean to force me into a loveless marriage, Albus, you are declaring yourself my enemy from this moment on."
Albus sighed heavily, "Harry, I understand that this is sudden, but there is no need for such dramatics. What's done is done. You must comply with this contract or you will lose your magic. I know you don't want that, Harry."
Harry nodded to himself and turned his attention to the Weasleys. "Well, Albus has chosen his side. How about you lot? Do you truly wish for your daughter to be married to a man who does not love her? A man who can barely stand the sight of her, for that is exactly what I will be if she conspires to take this choice from me."
"Harry, you're too young now," Mrs. Weasley chided. "In time, you'll come to love her. Everyone loves Ginny."
Harry mentally sorted her and turned his attention to Arthur, who just gave a small sigh and averted his gaze. Guilty by omission then.
"Ginevra?" Harry prompted. "This is the last chance I will give you."
"I agree with my mum, Harry," she said with a small smile. "We'll be happy. You'll see."
Harry let his gaze trail around the occupants of the room and shook his head slowly. After a moment, he spoke quietly. "Albus, Molly, Arthur… I've never had any family that I can remember. Since I came to the wizarding world, the three of you have been it. Well, you and Sirius and Remus, but they're both dead now. Considering what Pettigrew did to my parents, I truly thought that I understood betrayal. I was wrong. This is betrayal."
He felt numb and strangely calm as he rose from the chair to look down on the closest thing to a family that he'd ever had. The people that had just shattered his heart as only family could. "When is the wedding?"
"The day before your birthday, my boy," Albus had the nerve to fucking twinkle.
"It's for the best, Harry," Molly put in chipperly. "You'll see. Soon, we really will be family."
Harry shook his head and made for the door. He opened it, but paused before leaving to look at her again. "We will never be family, Molly. Never." He left before anyone could respond.
Harry Potter disappeared from Hogwarts that very day. He did not show up for the wedding, but an hour before it was to take place, Ginny Weasley tripped on the stairs at the Burrow and fell, fatally breaking her neck. Naturally, the marriage contract was voided, and there was no time to draw up an alternate plan before Harry's seventeenth birthday.
It would be ten years before anyone heard from the Boy-Who-Lived, and that correspondence came on a post-card with pictures of palm trees, and said simply:
Voldemort,
Congratulations on your coronation. Give those bastards hell.
Harry Potter