The Burrow

"Here you go Harry, the Burrow. Hope you enjoyed your ride and we hope to see you again." Stan went inside the bus and then it was gone in a blur of dust. Harry looked over the hill with trees all around it, he remembered when he had played with the Weasley's on their brooms and they took turns to ride Harry's broom, he smiled at the memories before turning and walked over to the door to the kitchen; he opened the top of the door and looked inside.

"Harry!" Ron flew over to him, dropping the plate he was in the middle of drying off. "What the Bloody hell are you doing here?" Ron looked at him and felt something different about him. "What happened? Mom's going to freak out!"

"Nothing Ron, I'm seventeen so now I don't have to stay at the Dursleys." Harry opened the other half of the door and walked inside the kitchen. "You think I can stay here 'till school?" Harry looked at Ron with hopeful eyes.

"Of course you can stay, we just have to figure out a way to tell mom."

"Tell me what?" Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen with a basket in hand covered by a clean cloth and laid her eyes on Harry. "Oh my Dear! Why are you here? You should be with your relatives…" Mrs Weasley sat the basket down and went over to hug her foster son. "Well now that you're here, you can take your things upstairs before you get something to eat; you're too thin again."

"Yes Mrs. Weasley." Harry smiled and walked upstairs with Ron to put Harry's thing by his bed.

"You're sure there's nothing wrong? You seem a little different." Ron looked at him strangely.

"Yes I'm sure Ron…When does Mione arrive?" Harry asked to change the topic and looked around the room - It was still orange, Harry smiled.

"She should be here later; she wrote that she tried to call you on your mobe? Whatever the hell that is… but she couldn't get through." Ron looked at Pig flying above him.

"It's called a cell phone or a mobile, Ron." Harry smiled of Ron's way to say certain things of the Muggle world.

"Let's get something to eat, I'm starving!" Harry shook his head at his friend.

"You're always starving, Ron."

"I am not. I just didn't get much for breakfast ..." Ron looked a little offended. They went downstairs to eat. After his third plate from Mrs. Weasley, they went outside to wait for Hermione. They sat on the ground under a large tree and talked while Ron got surer of himself. 'He is changed, no matter how much he denies it.'

"How does Mione get here?" Harry looked at the hills and fields.

"If she's pass she will Apparate, or else she will floo."

*Crack*

"Hermione!" Ron and Harry raced over to Hermione and immediately pulled her into a hug.

"Harry! What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here for another two weeks!" Hermione saw the change at once. "You seem different Harry, something happened?"

"No Mione. Ron already asked, nothing happened, so please stop asking." Harry just looked at her.

"Fine I'll drop it, for now at least..."

"Thanks Mione, that's really too kind of you," Harry responded, sarcasm lining his tone.

"Lay off Harry. Mione come inside, dad's coming home any minute with news of a new law they passed today," Ron went inside, waiting anxiously. He did not have to wait long.

"Hello kids!" Mr Weasley said as he walked inside with a grim look on his face.

"Hello dear…oh my god, what's happened? You look sick dear." Mrs Weasley helped her husband over to a chair, where he sat down, looking at Harry.

"Dad, what's wrong? Is it the law? Tell us!" Ron nearly panicked.

"Ron, hush. Your dad is in shock right now, let him have some peace!" Hermione looked stern at Ron to shut him up.

"No, you need to know now." Mr. Weasley looked at them. "The new law, made today, says that all students in their final year shall find themselves a husband or wife before two week after their seventeenth birthday or the Ministry will find one for them." Mr. Weasley looked on the brink of being sick.

"WHAT!" Ron, Harry and Hermione all stood up and looked sick too.

"You can't be serious? How can they do that? It's crazy! How am I going to find one in two weeks? And why should I? It's crazy, they have lost their minds! How can they even think about making a law like that!" Harry walked around while having his outburst and as he worked himself up, his magic made all things in the kitchen shake and even break.

"Harry calm down!" Hermione stood up again, but was too afraid to get closer when his magic was out of control like that.

"Yeah mate, cool down or do I have to knock you down - like last time ... you know I will?" Ron looked at Harry and for a split second he saw his friend's eyes turn red. Harry looked at them and took deep breath and the things in the kitchen went still again.

"Sorry but how can they do that, it just pisses me off." Harry looked around at the damage he had done. "Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley." Harry sat down again.

"Oh don't think about it. But I demand that you tell me what Ronald meant when he said and I quote 'or do I have to knock you down, like last time'?" Mrs Weasley looked sternly at the teens that all looked like they were waiting for the floor to open up and swallow them whole.

"Well you see…from time to time Harry gets a little mad, and when that happens, things around him break and shake, like now, and if he don't calm down he could destroy the whole dorm." Ron gave a sideway glance at his brother. "Sorry mate ..."

"Arthur that's not normal. When was the last time you had to knock him out?" Mrs Weasley was on the brink to tears.

"In our fifth year, he got a little mad at the others because they didn't leave him alone." Ron again looked at his brother who was showing no emotion at all.

"Fifth year? Arthur what does this mean? I thought you only had leaks like that when you got new powers and hadn't adjusted to them yet or unbelievable angry…." Mrs Weasley looked at her husband and then at Harry.

"I don't know dear, but if Harry won't tell us then we shall not push him. He'll tell us in time when he's ready…right Harry?" Mr Weasley looked over at Harry, who simply nodded in response. "Now give me time to explain this to you. The law was made because of the death in the war, they want to secure the next generation. Understood?" The teens nodded in understanding. "Good, now I don't know how you will take the next thing that I'm going to tell you, Harry." Mr Weasley looked at him.

"What is it dad?"

"Harry is going to marry Severus Snape." Mr. Wesley suddenly had the desire to hide when he saw Harry's face.

"WHAT!" Harry flew up again as windows broke. "SNAPE! YOU HAVE TO BE OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND IF YOU OR ANYONE ELSE THINKS I'M GOING TO MARRY SNAPE!" Harry walked around mumbling incoherently to himself.

"Harry, son, I know you don't like him but would you rather marry Lucius Malfoy? He asked for you personally, Albus had to think fast and tell them that you were already engaged." Mr Weasley sighed and put a hand through his hair.

"No, but why Snape? I mean, there had to be someone else ..." Harry sat with his head in his hands.

"Mate? Why aren't you complaining about marrying a man?" Ron sat beside him, looking like he was going to panic.

"Well…I don't complain because I don't care if I marry a man, Ron. I'm almost 100% gay." Harry looked at Ron. "I have been for 3 years; do you also want to hear who I've been with?" Sarcasm clearly laced in Harry's tone.

"No mate, I don't wanna go there, but why haven't you told us before?" Ron looked from Harry to Hermione.

"Because Ron it's none of your business! It's my life, not yours."

"Harry, please calm down. As for your question, no there is nobody else. Your marriage is in one week at Hogwarts," Mr. Weasley looked sternly at Harry, almost daring him to answer back.

"But…"

"No but's Harry, it's either Severus or Malfoy." Mr Weasley looked at his wife and slightly changed the subject. "What would you say to Hermione and Ron getting married?"

"Oh that would be wonderful darling. Not only do I get beautiful grandchildren, but also little genius', from their mother. What do you say? Ron? Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley looked at them with hope in her eyes. Ron looked at Hermione to see her nod.

"Sure thing mom, I wouldn't marry anyone else." Hermione rushed over to Ron, hugging him tight.

"Lovely! What do your parents say Hermione? You think they will agree?" Mrs. Weasley looked a little worried.

"Oh they'll love it, Mrs. Weasley. They always wanted me to marry into a good family."

"Oh do call me mom; you're marring my son after all. You too Harry, you're as good as a son to me." Harry smiled at his new 'Mom'.

"Thanks mom. So, when do I have to go to Hogwarts? Can I be there when they get married?" Harry looked at Mrs. Weasley with hope in his eyes.

"I'm afraid not dear. You're going to Hogwarts tomorrow and their wedding will the day before yours to fit with Ron's birthday. Harry, do try to get along with Severus, he's a decent man and very kind when you get to know him. He's just good at hiding it from others." Mrs. Weasley smiled kindly at him.

"Fine, it's not like I'm not used to having someone else besides me controlling MY life." Harry went upstairs and in doing so, ending the discussion. 'Stupid law, stupid life, fucking stupid powers, how the bloody hell am I supposed to hide my powers from that man! As soon as he finds out I'm hiding something, he's going to try and read my mind! I hate my life!' Harry used his powers to open and close the door with a big bang. He then used them to pack all his stuff in his suitcase.

"Harry? Are you okay? We heard some noise…" Hermione walked in to the room, took one look at his messy suitcase and flicked her wand and all his stuff was neatly packing itself. "You okay? You were really off downstairs…" Hermione looked at him with questioning eyes.

"Yeah I'm okay…Why is it always me Mione? Why can't I ever, just this once, control my own life? And why Snape?" Harry threw himself on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"I don't know Harry." After taking one last look at the seemly depressed boy on the bed, Hermione walked out the door.