Hey, this is my response to Vampireex's challenge Betrayal, Scandal, Marriage. The challenge is as follows; Harry and Ginny didn't get married however Ginny got pregnant with James Sirius just after her graduation. Harry just finished his Auror training and is tested for any potions ever used on his as it is discovered that he was force fed love potions and after further investigation it happens to be Ginny and thus he decides to leave her and took his son away as Ginny didn't have enough money for his keep and also told her to move out of Potter manor. Prophet got a news of it and publish that Lord Potter-Black is now alone father which becomes scandal.

With such news Lord Greengrass decided to send him letter with pretense as to why he ignored his daughter and marriage contract that he signed with James Potter with witness of Charlus Potter (who died just week after the contract was set following only three years after his wife) and knocked up some girl that were never to be with him. And that as the contract said Harry must marry Daphne Greengrass within two weeks before his 20th birthday or Daphne and Harry die. It becomes known of the fact that Dumbledore hided some information and killed the goblin with knowledge of such as to not cause Harry to come to light with the manipulation he's doing.

And now Harry has to marry a girl before known as ice princess and a Slytherin that many will run away from.

Although Vampireex outlined the rules for the challenge, she did not say I couldn't change other things. As such, I added just a few tweaks here and there. First off, Tonks didn't die at Hogwarts but Remus still did. Instead, Arthur and the twins are both dead as well as for plot necessity. As of right now, I'm not sure if Hermione should side with the Weasleys or Harry but you can decide that for me. Just tell me what sounds better.

Harry opened his eyes and enjoyed the feel of the morning sun leaking through his window. Right now he just felt like staying in bed and never getting up. It was a really tempting choice but he knew that he had a few things to do that day and it was best to finish them quickly. However, that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy his comfortable bed for a few more minutes.

He had just closed his eyes and was starting to feel the call of sleep again when the floo in his bedroom went off. Opening his eyes again, Harry leaned forward to see who was calling and smiled. Careful not to disturb the person sleeping next to him, Harry got out of bed and walked towards the fireplace.

"Morning honey" Harry said. The face of Daphne Potter, Harry's wife of twelve years, emerged from the fireplace.

"Good morning Harry, I hope I didn't wake you."

"Of course not, I was just getting up. How's the conference going?"

Daphne worked as the British Ministry of Magic's representative in the International Confederation of Warlocks. She currently was in St. Petersburg, Russia for a European Wizard's meeting to discuss how to identify and stop potential dark wizards before they rose.

"It's going alright. The Russian and Romania delegations are causing a bit of trouble and Greece just refuses help from any other nation. Other than that, I think we're making some good headway. We're currently taking a break before someone starts cursing people so I thought I'd check in on things at home."

"We are all doing fine here. Although, I do have a bit of a confession to make. Last night, I slept with a beautiful blonde."

Daphne raised an eyebrow before giving her husband a smirk. "Nightmares again?"

"Yes."

"You know she has you wrapped around her little finger."

"Well, she is your daughter" Harry countered with a laugh. Both adults laughed for a bit until a soft voice interrupted them.

"Mummy?"

Harry turned to see his youngest daughter, Lily, standing next to the bed, her stuffed owl held only by its right wing.

"Come on Lily, come say hi to Mommy."

Lily padded over and Harry moved so that mother and daughter could see each other better.

"Hi honey."

"Hello Mommy, when are you coming home?"

"Soon hon, real soon. I just have to finish up here and I'll be back before you know it."

Harry stood up from his place on the floor and walked over to his closet. He pulled out his bathrobe and pulled it on before walking over to the bedroom door.

"Lily, I'll let you and Mommy talk for a bit. If you need me I'll be in the study, O.K.?"

Lily nodded and turned back to the fireplace. Harry closed the door behind him and walked across the hall to his study. Formerly a guest bedroom, one of many at Grimmauld Place, Harry had converted it into a study so that he could work from home so as to keep an eye on his kids.

Harry owned the Lightning Broom Company, a racing broom company he started more than ten years ago. It made top quality brooms that regularly competed with the Nimbus Racing Broom Company.

He walked past his sleeping Tawny Owl Godric and took a seat at his desk. He had only one letter at the moment and opening it revealed that it was from the Spanish National Quidditch Team's manager. He wished to purchase a dozen of Harry's new Lightning 7 broomsticks for the upcoming Quidditch World Cup.

Harry put down the letter and thought. On one hand he had a fabulous deal opportunity. His Lightning 7s were brand-new and outperformed the Firebolt 2000 in everything. If he went through with the deal, business would probably soar and he might even be able to get tickets to the Cup thanks to the Spanish.

On the other hand, England was highly favored this year and was expected to go far with the best team they had put together since 1960 when the famous Roderick Plumpton played for the last time and won the Cup 780-430. It was a really tough decision.

As Harry thought, his eyes passed over his desk, covered in quills, parchment detailing the latest statues of his company and brooms, newspaper clippings, and photos of his family. Briefly forgetting about the Spanish letter, Harry instead focused on the photos.

The first and largest of course was of his wife, Daphne Potter nee Greengrass. She had long, flowing golden hair and bright sapphire blue eyes that sparkled. Her picture was currently smiling and waving at Harry, who smiled back.

The picture next to it was smaller than the others. It was the only non-magical picture in the office and the only one Harry had of his muggle family. Harry's cousin Dudley Dursley had his arm around his wife Mafalda, who was holding their two year old daughter Margret. Harry's Aunt Petunia was off to the side, unsure whether to be in the photo or not. Uncle Vernon was not shown and Harry actually liked it better that way.

The last photo was on the left side of his desk, opposite to his wife's. This picture was of Harry's children and godson Teddy. Teddy Remus Lupin was in the center of the picture with his cousin James Sirius. Teddy's turquoise blue hair drew your eyes right to him. At fourteen years of age, he was finally off at Hogwarts, much to his mother and grandmother's joy. He had not inherited his father's lycanthropy, but instead had inherited his mischievous streak.

Hanging off of Teddy's left arm was Harry's youngest, Lily Luna. Lily looked just like her mother, golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes that were full of laughter. At age five, Lily was the youngest child and the baby of the family. Everyone showered her with attention, which the little girl loved. She also loved being her father's little princess. She was named for Harry's mother and her godmother Luna. Daphne had only agreed to the name because their other daughter was named after one of her friends.

Next to Teddy and Lily was Harry's second oldest child, Cyrus Severus. Cyrus was eleven and had just joined his older brother at Hogwarts. Unlike his brother and Teddy, Cyrus wasn't interested in jokes and pranks, much to his mother's relief, but was instead much more interested in Quidditch. Before leaving for Hogwarts he had begged his father for a new Lightning broom but his mother had shot that down before Harry even had the chance to think.

Cyrus was named after Daphne's father and their old teacher, Professor Severus Snape. Daphne was confused as to why Harry wanted to name their son after one of their old teachers, especially a teacher that Harry greatly disliked, but after explaining everything to her, she agreed. Just like Lily was a copy of her mother, Cyrus was a copy of his father in every way; messy black hair and emerald green eyes hidden behind glasses.

Only two of Harry's children had glasses, Cyrus and Annabelle Tracey. Annabelle, or Anna for short, had her father's black hair, but it was less messy and straighter, like her mothers. She also had her mother's eyes, like her sister. Anna was eight and took off more like her mother, preferring to read and learn more than anything else. Much to her grandmother and Aunt Astoria's shock, Anna wasn't interested in girly things at all. Maybe they'd have better luck with Lily when she was older. Anna was named for Daphne's mother and best friend, who also happened to be Cyrus and Anna's godmother.

The last of Harry's children was standing next to Teddy and Anna. James Sirius was Harry's oldest child at twelve years. James took after both his namesakes, much to Daphne's ire. Every day they got letters from Headmistress McGonagall detailing some elaborate prank or joke he, his friends, and Teddy had done. Even in the picture his blue eyes were alight with mischief.

Harry frowned as he stared at James's picture. Both of his son's looked a lot like him, but Cyrus had his eyes while James had the eyes of his mother. His eyes, they were always like his mother's. Harry sighed. James's eyes were blue now, but they hadn't always been that way. There was once a time when James's eyes were brown, the very same brown as his birth mother.

Harry sighed again as he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. James had always been different from his other children. Different because Daphne wasn't his mother. There was a time, before he ever met Daphne, when James briefly had a different mother. Harry frowned as he opened his eyes. He and Daphne hated the thought of that, woman, and what she did. The memories of what happened and what she did came to the front of Harry's mind….

This chapter is actually a prologue, the rest of the story will have longer chapters, I hope.