The next morning came with a furious yell from an angry redheaded witch as she clutched a broadsheet in her hands. Her brows furrowed as she continued to read, mumbling angrily as she let on. She didn't care if her company at home would wake up. In fact, she would be happy if he did because by then, Ginny Potter nee Weasley would have someone to vent to.
"Wha- what's the matter? Where's the fire? Voldemort? Is he here?" A frantic voice asked out as panic footfalls echoed to the otherwise empty house. A dark haired wizard clad in his pyjamas with askewed glasses entered the kitchen looking paranoid as ever. Harry Potter was ready to fight despite what his appearance told anyone so.
"There's no fire, Harry. Not Voldemort either, but Lavander-sodding-Brown!" The witch stood from her sit and pushed the Daily Prophet to her husband rather forcefully. "Read it yourself," she commanded as she stomped her way towards the stove and pulled out pans and raw ingredients from the cupboard and the pantry. She had to vent, but not before Harry had read it. In the meantime, she could think the blonde witch in question was the vegetables.
Harry Potter's emerald eyes darted left to right as he read the paper shoved by his wife. The news hadn't sank into him until he was halfway the page and the scent of the sizzling bacon for breakfast hit his nose.
'Golden Trio Had Fallen'
By Lavender Brown
Yesterday, it had been official that the famous Mr and Mrs Weasley had fallen apart. It had been clearly said from their lawyers that the divorce had finally settled with the agreements remained to be unsaid. Two thirds of the Golden trio was now broken.
It was remembered that war hero and healer Hermione Granger had enthralled our beloved war hero Harry Potter and the Bulgarian Bonbon Viktor Krum during her Hogwarts years almost a decade ago. An anonymous source had revealed that the former Mrs Weasley had in fact been secretly connected to the famous Quidditch player, Krum and was off to Bulgaria last night.
Sources in the Ministry had confirmed that Miss Granger had availed of an internationally portkey for last night, and hadn't announced her return. My dear readers, it is my personal belief that Granger might have a meeting with her secret lover now that she was a single woman again. And what would happen to Chudley Cannons Keeper, Ronald Weasley? And what about their two kids, Rose and Hugo Weasley? Stay tune to the Daily Prophet and yours truly for another latest update about the Broken Golden Trio. See page 9 for a recall of the couple's love story.
By the end of the article, Harry's mind was off of the food and back to the redhead witch in front of her. Anger etched clearly on her face as she waited for her husband's reaction. "I think we need to pay Ms. Brown a visit."
The farthest side of Hogsmeade village had been transformed into a residential district a year after the war. Many witches and wizards who helped reconstruct their beloved school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had needed a place to stay in while they build the school. Thus came the decision of the new Ministry of Magic to build a residential district for the volunteers of school, and those left homeless by the war in Hogsmeade.
Normally, the houses in Dumbledore Lane, as the place had been called after the late Albus Dumbledore, were silent during weekdays. People would be out of their homes for work, in London, or in the commercial district of Hogsmeade itself. However, today was a special day. The cottage without any neighbours of ten meters away was currently occupied.
Lavender Brown was in her room with a man. Engaged in a battle of passion and dominance, the house was filled with moans of both witch and wizard. Clothes haphazardly thrown in the room, the two occupants had been too focused in their deed.
For the witch, this meant nothing but success and revenge, and for the wizard, this was reward. "Ah," a long moan escaped from the woman's lips as her peek came. Despite the satisfaction, the woman knew her lover was not yet satisfied. Deeply engrossed in their thing, the couple hadn't realized they had a visitor.
Outside said cottage stood another couple- a brunet wizard and a redheaded witch. The former looked oddly calm but stern, while the latter was clearly enrage with her husband of the owner of the cottage, I don't know. Harry Potter knocked loudly on the door for what had to be the fifth time in about fifteen minutes since he arrived. If he was to be honest, he wanted the ordeal done calmly and the article retracted from the paper with a proper apology from the writer herself. Unfortunately, knowing the rage his wife had been harbouring since reading the paper, he knew no one would leave unscathed.
"What the bloody hell was that woman doing? How can she not hear the knocks?" Ginny exclaimed, irritated by the lack of response. She only wanted to get her hands on the blonde and not bother about the consequences. "Knock again, Potter," she commanded, and Harry knew not to argue. She rarely called him Potter in that tone.
Harry knocked, and once again was met without a response. Fed up with it, Ginny Potter brandished her wand and muttered the unlocking charm on the door. She ignored Harry's gasp and frown as she stepped forward towards the inside of the house.
"Ginny! Stop it, you're trespassing!" Harry called, but to no luck. The woman was determined to see Brown.
"Shut up Harry, the bitch would pay for insinuating that Hermione was a whore!" came her response. By now, she had travelled the distance from the front door to the bedroom. She had already took a glimpse of the kitchen and dining and found no one. Of course, Ginny didn't know that it was Lavender's bedroom, but it was the nearest room from the kitchen. Logically, it was the next room she should search for.
Harry, despite himself, couldn't for the life of him just leave his wife alone in rage. He didn't want to have a trip to the Ministry and bail Ginny out of jail if she harmed Lavander, which had high tendency to happen given her state. He was mad at Lavander for saying that Hermione's a whore, well implied, but he wanted to make the conversation as calm as he could. He believed they'll arrive at some sort of understanding if he could only talk. He entered the cottage and followed his wife.
What he had been greeted was the sight of Ginny with a confused, disgusted and enraged expression in her face. The witch stood in front of a blasted door, hands on her mouth as she stared wide-eyed to whatever's inside the room. Harry arrived by her side and was about to ask her what's wrong when he heard a loud thud from inside the room.
Ginny had seen it all, but Harry only had a glimpse. She had seen a familiar redhead on top of the witch she needed at the moment, engaged in a passionate and uncoordinated copulation. Shock filled her until Harry arrived. The thud pulled her out of reverie that caused her to shove Harry aside and stepped inside of what had been in the way of a hurricane.
"RONALD WEASLEY!" She shouted. The occupants of the room stopped and turned around before scrambling to get the sheets and cover themselves up.
"What the hell, Ginny!" Ron shouted to his sister when he got himself off of Lavander and promptly covered his lower half. "What are you doing here?"
"No, Ronald, what are you doing here?" She retorted. Harry, by this time, had entered said room to see brother and sister glaring at one another at the centre of the room, with a red-faced Lavander at the middle of the bed. He guessed that the thin sheet was the only thing covering said witch. "What the hell!" He exclaimed as he moved to the side of his wife, taking her arm before she could do any damage.
Harry looked at Ron and Lavander in the eyes, confused and disgusted but he tried his best to remain calm. It was part of his job as an Auror, to remain calm in times like this. "You have ten minutes to get yourself decent, we'll be in the kitchen. We need to talk," Harry said with the tone of finality. Lavander, despite being the owner of the house, could only nod. Harry Potter still held his authority after all. The wizard tugged his wife in spite of her protests out of the room and to the kitchen. This was going to be a long day.
Ten minutes later, an angry and embarrassed Ron and Lavander came out of the room, fully clothed. Ginny had calmed down a little but nevertheless still mad was seated on the chair at the table while Harry took it upon himself to seat at the head of the table. He motioned the two to take a seat. Ron sat across his sister while Lavander sat across Harry. Silence engulfed the quartet until the dark haired wizard cleared his throat.
"What are you doing here Ron?" He asked.
This question only managed to make Ron redder than he was before. He opened his mouth to speak but luckily, Lavander bested him. "What are you doing here Harry?" She asked snidely.
"We came here to talk to you to retract your article on the Prophet and offer a public apology." He said bluntly.
"I would do no such thing," The woman replied.
"How dare you bitch!" Ginny yelled, but Harry quickly took her arm to stop her. He merely gave her a shake of his head to tell her to leave it to him.
"Hermione had no fault in the divorce. You know that," he emphasized the word 'you' because given the predicament they were in, and the scene he had arrived in, Ron should have told her of the truth.
"I know, but I still won't do it." She said unperturbed. "I must ask you to leave," she said trying to be calm. Lavander knew she should have the upper hand.
"How long Ron?" Ginny asked, uncharacteristically calm as she glared to his brother.
"A year," he said simply, turning another level of red in the face.
"A year! You bloody fool! No wonder Hermione's so relived when the divorce was settled!" Ginny exclaimed standing from her chair, and hit the table with her feast. Ron jumped out of his chair, while Harry stood to stop his wife from pouncing on her brother,
"I will make sure your life would be in hell, bitch!" She growled to Lavander who was clearly afraid but had a hint of smugness in her face. "Hermione's not a whore! You are!" She continued then struggled out of Harry's arms to walk to her brother's side.
"Oh and Ron, I'm sure Hermione's having fun with Malfoy in France," Ginny whispered before she apparated out of the place. Harry stared at the scene unsure of what to do next.
"Where are Rose and Hugo?"
"With Mom, said she'll take them to Hermione later. She wouldn't meet me, nor talk to me, not even let me near my kids. Hermione got custody, by the way." Ron said absentmindedly for his mind was still reeling from the information his sister had given him.
Harry could only nod, and turned to Lavander. "I'm sorry Lav, but I only want a peaceful transaction. I'm mad at you for writing that. Hermione's not a whore. I'm disappointed too. But I couldn't, no, I wouldn't stop my wife from taking revenge on you if you don't retract your article and make an apology." He said as he walked out of the kitchen.
"I'll turn blindsided to my wife's action if that happen, and I'm sure we won't be the one left without a job, and ruined reputations. I am, after all, the chosen One," he said sombrely before leaving the couple. Whatever his wife told Ron, he could only guess but it probably struck a nerve. And whatever he told Lavander, he wouldn't know what her reaction was, but he hoped he struck a nerve.