*Twisted 28*
Gryffindor Common room
Ginerva Molly Weasley had not stopped crying since she ran out of the great hall.
That Parkinson bint had stolen her Harry. How she thought, I am prettier than she is. I look just like Harry's mom; he should see me and love just for that.
Hermione came through the portrait hole alone that night. She also left dinner early. Seeing Ginny leave in tears, she only hoped she could help. "Ginny, what's going on? You left the great hall crying."
Ginny had hate in her brown eyes. "That.. that bitch stole my Harry!"
Hermione was a bit perplexed. "Ginny, I have hardly ever even seen you speak to Harry. What makes you think he's yours?"
"I've been betrothed to all my life. He saved me from the Diary, He has to love me."
Hermione looked at Ginny as if she had two heads. "Ginny, he saved me from a mountain troll first year. We have spent innumerable hours together since. Using that logic I should feel the same way. I also read the history of the Potters; No Potter has ever had a marriage contract. It is against the house charter. No marriage contract would work on a Potter. From all accounts, most were of some type of bond. Harry and Pansy have a soul bond. If you really love him at all, you'd be happy for him."
Ginny was still sobbing. "He's mine, since I was a little girl he's been mine. My mother and Dumbledore promised me!"
As the two girls were, talking Ron swept by and headed straight up to the dorms. It was not more than two minutes he came storming back out. "All Harry's stuff is gone!" Ron was fuming. "No chocolate frogs tonight!"
Lords Marriage Quarters
Professor McGonagall led the new Lord and Lady, to the quarters she selected for them. It was in the east tower on the fourth floor.
The common room was almost the size of the Gryffindor common room. The colors were from all four houses yet it was tasteful. There were two sofas with a coffee table between. There was a separate room like unto an office with two desks and walls of books.
The bed room was beautiful with a queen sized four poster bed dark red bedding, two dressers A beautiful make up table with an almost full length mirror. The window had seat built in. Harry was a bit intimidated having never shared a bed with anyone before let alone a pretty girl. He was wondering and dreading what she might expect of him.
Pansy was feeling the same, but it was their first night together. She was not sure if she wanted sex yet but she did want to hold him through the night.
Office of Albus Dumbledore
Dumbledore had called his spy Snape to his office two hours ago. For the first time Severus had not answered the call. Dumbledore's Plans were falling apart more by the minute.
Potion masters quarters
Severus Snape was drunk and in tears, he had been forgiven, even loved if not the way he wanted he was still loved. The bastard that had kept him from knowing had called him to his office several times. The old Bastard and his greater good could rot tonight. Severus Snape was rethinking his pathetic life. Some where in his whiskey-induced haze he realized, that he had always been wrong. He was one of Harry's guardians. He had hated the child for no reason. It was time he helped Harry rid the world of both his masters. Tonight Severus Snape became the man he should always have been. The world would see a new Snape come morning.
Slytherin Dorm forth years
Draco Malfoy was having a fit. He received a letter from his father saying nothing that could be done. The betrothal contract was no longer there. The worst of it was his allowance was being cut to just five galleons a month. Draco was fuming and Crabbe and goyle were about to beat him to death. He had paid them each ten galleons month to be his so called friends, now he would pay for he had forced them to do.
Home of Pansy Parkinson
William Parkinson could not be happier Lucius Malfoy had just left. His daughter had some how become soul bonded to the most famous and powerful wizard in the country.
He would have to arrange a meeting with his new son in law. Dumbledore had held the Potter proxies for years. He would see if his new son in law was amicable to enhancing trade laws that Dumbledore had always opposed. He could only hope the boy was in the grey like him. He really could care less about blood purity. Looking at the way things were done in his businesses in the colonies showed him that was nothing but shit. The old pure blood faction needed taking down. Maybe the grey would finally win.