Chapter 7 – Surrender

The next morning Harry woke up feeling happy for the first time in months. At least for about 5 minutes before he suddenly realised. He lay there and stared at the ceiling as he thought about May and Marie. How could he do this to them? He sighed as he realised he had to choose between his family and Tonks, or May and Marie.

"Harry?" Tonks asked.

"Mornin' Nym."

"What's up my prince?"

"I wish I could say nothing, but… Nym, before all this talk about arranged marriage I was developing a relationship with two other girls. I cant decide weather its more important to be with the girls, which would mean not seeing my family again, or to stay with the girls."

"I'm sure they don't expect you to marry them Harry. I mean, your only 10!" she said, softly.

"That's just it, Nym. The week before the incident with my grandparents the girls both came up to me and asked how big a family we would be having." He looked deeply into Tonks' eyes. "If it wasn't for this contract I probably would end up marrying them, Nym." He finished.

"Harry…" Nym started thinking. "I think I remember reading in a book in school that it is allowed for a wizard to marry a number of witches as long as all of the witches agree. I can check it in a couple of days when I go back to Hogwarts? You can hold off on a decision until I find out, but I definitely want to marry you." She told him.

He sighed. "Nymmy, as much as I want that it wouldn't be fair to you. I couldn't make you…" She cut him off.

"I want to Harry. Besides, it'll mean I won't lose all my friends as soon as I get married." He smiled again.

"I can ask Sirius." Harry said, getting out of bed, Tonks quickly following. They ran downstairs and caught Sirius just before he left for work. "Uncle Sirius? You have to teach the auror trainees every law, don't you?" Sirius nodded looking confused. "We… We were wondering if there was a law that allowed multiple wives." Harry asked. Sirius stood gob smacked for a moment before thinking about it.

"There is one… All wives have to be fully consenting, and all parental parties must give consent if all the brides to be are under aged." He told them. "Why? Now you've got little Nymph… Tonks here you want May and Marie as well?" he asked, pausing after a look from Tonks. Harry nodded sheepishly. "Good luck with that. I feel outnumbered enough with one wife." He said before leaving. Harry grinned for a second and gave a short burst of laughter in his delight before picking up Tonks, spinning her around, and kissing her soundly. He heard a light cry from the stairs and turned to see May and Marie standing at the foot of the stairs looking heartbroken. Harry ran up and pulled them into a hug.

"Girls, I think we have a solution!"

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Later that day it was a beaming Harry that exited the fireplace into his family's house only to come face to face with his grandparents. Nymph followed him with her mother in tow. "Mrs Potter. I have a bride to be. I have a number in fact. Allow me to introduce Miss Nymphadora Tonks and her mother Andromeda Tonks. Also allow me to introduce May Black and Marie Lupin, and their respective mothers, Mrs Lynn Black and Mrs Annabelle Lupin."

"I would say it's a pleasure to meet you, but the circumstances of this makes me curtain it isn't." Andromeda said. "Now, I believe that the marriage to my daughter should take place on Harry's fifteenth Birthday and Mrs Black and I, As well as Mrs Lupin agree that May and Marie should marry Harry on Their own 15 Birthday."

"Well, this definitely worked better than planned. Instead of one arranged Marriage, you have 4!" His grandmother exclaimed, delighted. "That should help you grow up!"

"Four? What the hell do you mean, four?!" Harry asked in a dangerous hiss. His grandmother stepped back.

"Harry, I'd like to introduce you to Miss Ginevra and Mrs Molly Weasley. We finished the arrangements for you to marry Ginevra only minutes before you came round." She said.

Harry's breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of a crying Ginny and a Molly who looked a lot more haggard than he remembered. He walked over to her slowly, holding out his hand. "Hello Ginny. I'm Harry Potter. It's… nice to meet you. I only wish it were under better circumstances." He told her. She took his hand and started crying more so Mrs Weasley pulled her into a hug.

"I'm sorry, Ginny dear. It's the only way. I wish you didn't have to do this!" Molly said hugging her close. Ginny kept sobbing and held on to her mothers robes.

"Mrs Weasley, if I might ask, I thought that whilst the Weasleys are not the richest family in the world they would certainly never arrange a marriage?" Harry asked. Molly sighed and dried her eyes.

"When my poor Arthur died due to a mistake by that awful Longbottom man, I needed to get a job of my own, and I can't support my family on my salary. One of the conditions of this contract is that Ginny will continue to live with you, but be allowed to visit us whenever she likes." She spat the word Longbottom like it was the most vile curse ever imagined.

"Mrs Weasley, I swear on my magic that I will do my best to treat all of the girls with the utmost respect, and hopefully I can come to love them all equally. I sorely wish you weren't in this position, and I'll do whatever I can to help if you ever need it." Harry said, magic swirling powerfully around him as he finished the word respect. Molly pulled him into a hug and whispered a thank you to him before letting go again and wiping at her eyes a third time. She turned to her daughter.

"Ginny dear?" Ginny was looking down. "Come round whenever you like. I love you my beautiful little daughter, but the Potters will take care of you. I promise, we'll definitely see each other again soon." With that Molly turned and exited via the floo.

Harry turned to his grandparents. "You see what you've done?! Just to teach me a lesson you have torn a family apart! Are you happy now?! I said, ARE YOU HAPPY?!" he screamed. "I have finished your terms for me to move back in with my family, now if you will excuse me I shall be going to my room." He told them in the most awe inspiring and powerful voice they had ever heard.