I FINALLY HAVE A BETA! Thus, I blame any and all mistakes on her. Aside from that, thank you Kyrsania for betaing this story.
Harry sat on his bed at the Burrow, and stared at one of the pictures Collin had just owled him.
Draco stared at Pansy; he hadn't bothered to glamor his hair that morning, and it hung down to his waist, thus being the object of her lecture.
Voldemort stared in the mirror at the transformation that had taken place. He looked so different from what he should.
Harry faced Ginny, pure fury evident in the way he held himself, one of Collins' picture clenched in his fist.
'Marry you? Why would I want to marry you? You may be Ron's sister, but you mean nothing to me. You are aware that this contract is null and void as long as I don't sign it? It'll never happen.'
Draco mounted his broom finishing the argument with Pansy.
'I will not change for you. You are merely a friend Pansy. Why should I change what I look like for you?'
Voldemort turned from the last of his horcruxes and stared at his reflection again. He felt, not quite whole, but better than he had in a long time.
Harry grabbed a handful of floo powder and turned to face the family he'd been living with since shortly after his seventeenth birthday.
'Bit of advice, don't mess with other people's lives, especially if their more magically powerful than you.
Oh, and I thought you might like too know, I'm gay.' With that he threw the powder into the fire and dragging his trunk after him, called out 'The Leaky Cauldron!' and vanished in a burst of green flames.
Draco flew home, his long hair whipping around him, his thoughts his main focus. He landed and headed straight for the floo.
Voldemort turned from the mirror with a satisfied nod. Now he looked like he should.
With a crack he disappeared.