The marriage ceremony was over. The wedding breakfast had been a perfect blend of politeness and good manners. All had acted with propriety, even the subdued and confused Ronald, who after his short stay in St. Mungo's the previous month had recovered his health staying with his brother Charlie in Romania. Ron was the recovering victim of an overstrong memory charm. The former eating machine was still gaunt and pale, looked after with patient tolerance by the large dragon-tamer.
The Daily Prophet had produced a Special Edition, which wished the happy couple and long and fruitful union. Most expected that in nine months, the Heir of House Potter would be born, having been conceived during the three week honeymoon. Then the contract would be fulfilled. Both the couple and the exact wording of their bonding document was the subject of the verbose editorial.
Ginny had looked like a goddess in her fine pale grey robes, cut in medieval style. Her long auburn hair, piled high but cascading in loose ringlets. The vows simple and in gaelic. Many brides that season would copy this new trend for historical ceremonies. Arthur Weasley had barely eaten, only sipped the fine wine and had left after the toasts. He felt a complete and utter failure over these events as he noted the fact the happy couple were cold and distant towards each other, as they were still practically strangers. His seventeen year old daughter was no longer his responsibility. He worried over the whispered rumours circulating at the Ministry, that Harry had new friends, ones who were filling his head with traditionalist ideals and that he had sided with the conservative, anti-muggle faction. Arthur really could not blame Harry, not after his own aunt and uncle had treated him so poorly. His son Ron was still uncharacteristically quiet after the failed obliviation and alleged abduction. There was a warrant out for the arrest of Hermione Granger for use of the Imperious curse and assault on a Pureblood Wizard. She would face the kiss if convicted. Ron was still confused on why she had attacked him. There were questions that the muggle-born witch had used potions to break Ron and his previous girlfriend, Lavender Brown, up, as the two had immediately started dating. Arthur had thought Hermione a good studious girl, a proper future bride for Ron. However, she had been given a special task by Dumbledore and forced Ron to go on the fools quest as well. Arthur sat in the second floor flat on Diagon Alley, and drank a glass of firewhiskey. His life was no longer filled with simple pleasures. He was lonely and alone.
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The happy couple had been toasted, had listened to the speeches, opened their presents and cut their cake. Now was the first night as a bonded union. At least, in modern times the consummation did not require witnesses nor proof of the bride's virginity.
Ginerva Potter held on to her husband's arm and wondered on the destination of their honeymoon. As they stepped into the green flames of the floo connection, she was excited at the big surprise. They stepped from the fireplace in the dark hall of Potter manor, where Harry pulled out a portkey. "Don't worry darling, its just our destination is heavily warded."
The pull and disorientation of this method of travel abruptly stopped and she was in a dark vaulted cellar. Torches lit the large space when Harry clicked his fingers. "My wedding gift to you is the freedom of your friend, the Know-it-all bitch, Granger." Not that their was any real freedom in her release from her holiday from hell at Riddle Hall. Harry was sure his ex-best friend would soon find out she was a wanted fugitive, who could never return to the magical world. Ron has been quite forceful in blaming her for his adduction and missing memories. Poor little mudblood picked the wrong friend to back. First Ron stabs Harry in the back and now he does the same to Hermione to save his worthless hide, rather than admit to working for the vigilantes controlled by the villain, Albus Dumbledore.
Ginerva looked around, suddenly frightened, and then saw a pile of rags in the corner, which were moving slightly in the steady rhythm. The mound was breathing, it was a human, emaciated, filthy and chained to the wall. "Oh Merlin, is that Hermione?"
"Oh yes. My good friend has been looking after her. Poor girl was knocked up by her own boyfriend, your brother Ron. He escaped, but was a an iddy-biddy bit confused. In her despair and loneliness, poor Hermione then lost her baby, too much stress on her poor weak body. Hermione did not like Azkaban rations at all." Harry was smiling as he waved his wand to clean, dress and revive the girl kept prisoner for months. He tossed a portkey at the unconscious girl. She would be deposited in muggle London, after that she was on her own.
"Now our honeymoon starts now. Just to let you know, this is a lovely retreat. All muggle, except for the house elves, who by the way only answer to me and our generous host. Come, now we alight to the prepared bridal suite." Harry's wordless lumos provided the only light as his wand lit the way as he practically dragged a frightened and confused Ginerva Potter up three flights of stairs through the dark and dismal manor house. "Have you read Dickens, Ginerva. This place reminds me of Miss Haversham's home in Great Expectations."
"I'm sorry, Harry. I don't recall a wizard called Dickens." Ginerva answered truthfully. Like her brother Ron, Ginny only read the required texts for schoolwork and Hogwarts had no arts curriculum at all, either muggle or magical.
"You really are an ignorant stupid girl, aren't you." Harry sneered. He loved books, but thought muggle books had more depth of plot, emotion and real human experience in them. If anything his time in the magical world had proved what short-sighted fools they really were. "Even Marvolo has read most of Dicken's works. All melodrama and fantastic plots. You really missed a treat." Harry stopped by a dark oak door. "Tradition dictates I really should carry you over the threshold as my new bride." The wand light suddenly was extinguished. The door opened and Harry lifted his bride through the door. The candles in the room were lit and revealed a seated figure by the fire.
"Good Evening Marvolo, please may I introduce my lovely bride, but you of course already know Ginerva really well. Hasn't she bloomed into a delightful young lady." Harry formally introduced his wife and then released his hold on her. Ginny fell to the floor, her eyes fixed on the man, who had been the fixture of her nightmares for six years. Lord Voldemort was here, he was Harry's good friend. She started to panic. Harry went to the bureau and poured himself a glass of Marsala. "Ginny, Please greet Lord Slytherin or as you know him, Tom." Harry then ignored the pitifully crying girl. "I have missed you so much darling." Harry hissed and moved to embrace his Lord, the master of his fate.
Ginny sat on the floor transfixed by her husband's blatant infidelity. She was cuckolded by her nemesis.
Harry was transfixed, hot and hard as he was kissed, groped and aroused by the older male. He heard retching and broke the embrace. "Dear God, Ginerva. What an absolute mess. My uncle would make you lick the floor clean, luckily Vernon is not here and we are all civilized gentle wizard-folk." Wand was in his hand to vanish the mess on the floor but in that instance, Voldemort was bound, petrified and silenced and Harry's lovely prisoner.
"Now, thats more like it. Isn't it, my lovely wife? We can't let old Tom have all the fun. We want to play." At this Harry walked away from his prisoner to look out of the window with its view of Little Hangleton Church and its misty graveyard. "The truth is I hate the magical world. The general populace are stupid sheep. There are no activists for the downtrodden and abused, no civil rights, no charter of human rights, no habeas corpus, no right of representation. Feudal shit, lords of magic ruling all. Light and dark corrupt and without morals and all that crap. What the magical world needs is a good old fashioned revolution. Dear old Tom tried the terror bit, but he wants his fellow wizards to be top dog. Purebloods as first rank, the rest of us as servants or slaves. Well, Tommy boy, fuck that. I am nobody's pawn, tool or weapon."
Harry then looked at the witch, but she was moving away from the disturbed and dangerous man she had married. "Do I stun Ginny or not? What do you think, Tom? No.. lets just have our little party, then. Umm, I'm not that good a parties, had a shit childhood, kept in a cupboard. That kind of upbringing stunts your social skills. I'll just wing it, shall I?"
Marvolo, unable to talk or move, was for the first time in years was truly afraid. This boy, a mere teenager was insane and he was at his mercy. His jealousy, possessiveness and lust had been his undoing. He had read Potter's thoughts, his memories and emotions for months and had not once gained any hint of this mental instability. The greatest dark lord of the twentieth century had been out maneuvered and out played.