Chapter One

We sat together silently later that night, avoiding looking at each other. We were outside, at the edge of the woods on the Weasley's property. I finally couldn't stand it anymore. "Listen, Harry-" I started, at the same time he said "Mia-" I looked away. "You first," I said softly.

"Mia, the guys and I are… well, we have something we have to do, so we won't be around. So, if there's another guy you want to marry, I'd-"

"No, I'm not going to let you leave me. It's orders from my dad." I interrupted him, and he looked surprised, then angry. Before he could speak, I held up my hand, knowing he thought my father a murderer. Well, he technically was a murderer, but a good murderer. "Before you accuse me of wanting to hand you over to my father, let me explain." He glared at the mention of my father. "I know about the horcruxes." The sentence came out of my mouth, and a second later, he realized what I had said.

"H…how?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Dumbledore," I whispered, staring around the yard. No one had heard, as we were alone, but I had had to check anyway. "He told both my father and I."

"Dumbledore made a mistake in telling your father some things," Harry said darkly, before I could stop him.

"No, he didn't, and if you'll let me speak, you'll know what I mean," I snapped. "He's a spy." Harry opened his mouth. "No. Let me speak. As hard as it is to believe, he and Dumbledore arranged the murder so Draco Malfoy would not become a killer."

"Why would they do that?" Harry managed to get out when I paused.

"He was dying anyway, Harry," I whispered. "His hand. I'm sure you remember? That was going to happen to him, all of him. It's a very painful way to die, that type of curse."

"How do you know?"

"Because I've seen Voldemort perform it in person," I said, avoiding Harry's eyes. "After the third task in the TriWizard Tournament. He was angry you'd escaped."

"You were there?" He whispered, staring at me.

"Not while you were there. My father brought me two hours later, during a meeting, and I saw it then. It's not pretty, and it's extremely painful. Dumbledore was like a father to my dad, and-"

"Dumbledore begged him not to kill him!" Harry burst out suddenly. "He begged!"

"Yes, Harry, he begged, but for what? He didn't want to kill him. Have you never thought that that was what he was begging for? For his life to be ended by a man he trusts, not by a boy, a child?"

"I never… I never thought of it like that…"

"Exactly. Look, Harry, I didn't want to get into this with you, but now that I have, you should know that this can't go beyond us, Ron, and Hermione. There's more to it, but that can wait so I can tell the three of you together."

"What more could there possibly be?" Harry wondered out loud. I just forced a smile, standing. "You going in?"

"Of course. I don't want to stay out here too long. People might start to wonder what we're going out here alone." To my amazement, he blushed. I started heading towards the Burrow, as Harry scrambled to his feet.

"Wait!" he called. I stopped, waiting for him to catch up. "Why… why are you coming with us? Why does he want you to come with us?"

"So the dark lord can't get his hands on you," I explained softly. "He sometimes has the families of his followers stay for a week or two before the school year starts, and I would have to go. That means you would, as well, since married couples can't spend more than two days apart without their marriage being annulled and the two sent to Azkaban. The only way Voldemort won't get his hands on you is if I come with you."

He was silent as we approached the house. "Why did he switch sides?" Harry asked suddenly. "He must have had a reason. And he must have been loyal at some point."

"He was," I told him. "Now hush, I told you I'll tell the three of you the rest later." I heard him mutter something as we entered the Weasley's house, but I ignored him and went into the kitchen. "Hello Mrs. Weasley," I said. "Can I help you with anything?"

She turned to look at me, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of mistrust run across her face, before she gave me a smile and turned back to the stove. "Oh no dear. I can handle it myself. You just go and enjoy your wedding day, hm?"

"Mrs. Weasley-"

"Run along dear," She interrupted. I sighed.

"I'm not my father," I informed her, before leaving. The boys were in the living room, so I climbed the stairs and entered the room that would be mine and Harry's for our stay here. But when I turned to the bed, Ginny, the youngest Weasley child, was sitting there glaring.

"You stole him from me," she said coldly, before I could say anything. "He was supposed to be my husband. But you tricked the ministry into letting you marry him before I could."

"I assure you, I don't want him," I told her, just as coldly. "If it were up to me, you'd be welcome to him. But it wasn't me that arranged my marriage, it was Voldemort. You may take it up with him if you wish, although I should tell you that you most likely won't make it out alive. Now this is my room, mine and my husbands. So get out." I watched her put her nose in the air and march out, before sinking onto the bed and screaming my frustration out into my pillow.

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