Au, Harry is not famous and is living in seclusion. He has never met the Weasley family, but is still forced into an arranged marriage with Ginny. Ginny POV.

This should be illegal!

"I am not going to marry a man I've never met, Mum," Ginny Weasley argued, sitting across from her mother.

Mrs. Weasley did not meet her daughter's eyes, "I'm afraid you have no choice, Ginny, you have to marry Harry Potter before you turn twenty."

"Why?" Ginny asked for what must be the thousandth time.

"Because of the magical arranged marriage that your grandfather signed, the next female Weasley descendant must marry into the Potter family," Mrs. Weasley explained, again.

Ginny massaged her forehead, "Why haven't I met the man I am to marry?"

"Because he lives in seclusion, dear, and he is the only one who knows why, except perhaps for Dumbledore."

Ginny stood up, "Then I'm going to ask Dumbledore," she started walking toward the fireplace.

"I already tried, Ginny, he won't tell anyone."

Ginny sighed and returned to the table, "When?"

Mrs., Weasley looked surprised, "Whenever you want dear, perhaps next week…"

Ginny shook her head, "I'm marrying him tomorrow."

"If you're sure."

"I'm sure, but if we can't stand each other, I'm going to the States for a divorce."

"Give him three months," Mrs. Weasley pleaded.

"Three months," Ginny agreed.

The nine Weasleys and Hermione walked up to the church and entered the door.

Ginny stared at the man she was to marry. He had an athletic build, jet-black, messy hair, and beautiful emerald eyes. But what grabbed her attention first was the lightning shaped scar on his forehead.

He was watching her as well, his eyes holding a strange, empty gaze, "Hello, Miss Weasley, you look lovely in that beautiful dress."

"Hello, Mr. Potter, and thank you."

His lips showed a hint of the barest of smiles, "Please, call me Harry."

Ginny looked around the room, "Do you have a best man?"

His eyes glazed over, "I do not have many friends, Miss Weasley."

Ginny had anticipated this answer, "Would you object to my brother? His wife is my Maid of Honor."

He smiled again, that is to say barely smiled, "Of course not."

Ginny introduced the two men, "This is my brother, Ron."

The two shook hands, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Potter."

"Harry, please."

"Harry then."

"Thank you," he ended the handshake and walked into the cathedral.

Soon after he left Ron and Hermione linked hands and walked down the aisle. After waiting a moment, Ginny and Mr. Weasley followed their example, "I'm sorry you couldn't marry the man of your choice," he whispered.

"It doesn't matter, I can always get a divorce in the States."

Ginny took her place across from him, looking at his face.

The minister cleared his throat, "Do you, Harry James Potter, take Ginerva Molly Weasley as your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better, for worse, so long as you both may live?"

He looked into Ginny's eyes, "I do."

"Then do you, Ginerva Molly Weasley, take Harry James Potter as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better, for worse, so long as you both may live?"

"I do."

"If anyone, for any reason, objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace."

No one said anything, although Ginny was tempted to.

"You may kiss the bride."

After a few seconds of awkward hesitation, the groom bent over and quickly kissed Ginny on the cheek, and then, waiting a moment, he led everyone out of the church.

"Meet me at my, our, home when you are ready, just use the Floo Network and say 'The house in the Scottish forest'" he told Ginny as they walked out.

"I'll meet you there shortly, I just need to get my luggage."

"Thank you, Miss Weasley," he Apparated with a resounding crack.

"You are welcome," Ginny said to the air, slightly bewildered.

Ginny arrived in his house only an hour later.

"Hello, Miss Weasley. I hope you're hungry, because I've cooked dinner."

"I'm simply famished, Harry, and please, call me Ginny."

He broke into the first smile she had ever seen him wear, although it was still rather fixed, as though he hardly ever smiled, "I will Ginny, but before we eat I will show you to you rooms."

"Rooms?"

"Yes, I have set aside a wing for your personal use."

"Thank you."

"No, thank you, for you and your family are the first people I've spoken to since the reading of Sirius Black's will, that was the last time I saw Professor Lupin as well."

Ginny eye's shown with amazement, "You were at the reading of Sirius's will?"

"Yes he was my Godfather, he spoke of you and your family often."

"That's funny, he never mentioned you."

"At my request, Ginny."

After putting her luggage away, and taking a quick tour of the immense house, Ginny sat across the table from him and began eating the delicious meal he had cooked, "I must ask you, Harry, why do you live in seclusion?"

His eyes glazed over, "There are several reasons Ginny, do you mind if I answer that after dinner?"

"Of course not," Ginny answered, mystified.

After dinner had ended, he led Ginny to the living room on the ground floor, "As I said, there are several reasons as to why I live here, the first is probably my connection with Voldemort."

Ginny ground her teeth at the name, but didn't interrupt.

"You see, my parents were killed by Voldemort, but because my mother died to save me, he failed to kill me, causing his down fall."

Ginny gasped at that, no one had known for sure what had happened the first time.

"The second reason is that destiny saw it fit to place the burden of destroying him on my shoulders."

Ginny gasped at that statement as well, "Is that what was on the prophesy we tried to save?"

"Yes, although I thank you for cursing it into oblivion instead."

Ginny blushed.

"And the third reason that I live out here alone is…

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