Obligatory Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any character, story element or plot item originally published in the Harry Potter books or movies that I may refer to in this story. I'm merely playing in the sandbox.

Author's note: Welcome back, dear reader, to another of my random ideas that I don't know what else to do with.

I'll save the source of the idea for later.

Harry stared at the toile for a long moment. He knew what was bothering him, but no matter how he worked the problem, it didn't make sense.

Not ten minutes ago, Ginny had met him as he came home, hair still wet from her shower and her pulling a cloak on. "Sorry, honey, I'm late for a press event. Time just got away from me as I was working on a project." She kissed him on the cheek and walked out, barely pausing as he asked if she'd considered a drying charm for her hair.

"It's cold out there! Are you a witch or did you forget?"

She laughed, waving her wand over her head and waved her free hand as she apparated form the yard.

Harry shook his head, laughing as he made a quick lunch. Waiting for the tea to heat the nonmagical way, he walked into the bathroom. This was how he came to find himself staring at the toilet. Harry ran the options in his head. He'd seen Arthur at work, knew that the kids were still at Molly's, Charlie was in Romania, Bill and Fleur were in France, visiting family. Ron and George were at the store, it was getting towards a busy season, so they were prepping. He managed not to focus on the thought of Fred.

He shook his head and stared at the raised seat and sighed. "Looks like I can't come up with a good reason." He considered his options, discarding the first emotional thoughts. "I am a Senior Auror of the new Ministry. I will not be like the Aurors of the old one."

Instead, he began gathering evidence. A quick Floo call and an offer of a bottle of Fire Whiskey, one of the techs came in through the Floo and began a quick and discrete scan of his house. Harry followed, taking notes dispassionately.

"Sorry, boss."

The tech was standing over the bed. "It was warm up to half an hour ago. I can detect two magical signatures, one male and one female. No match on the male, the female's is all over the place."

Harry nodded. "The ward book?" He handed it over.

"Erased entry from today, so had to be you or the missus."

"Yeah." Soon, he had a full report. "The only copy?"

"Yeah. You wanna Obliviate me?"

Harry's eyes widened. "I wouldn't force that."

Niles shrugged. "Boss, I just thought I should offer. I don't know if I might slip."

"I trust you…besides, I just need some time. Not permanence."

Harry walked over to a cabinet and handed over two bottles. "Enjoy safely. Let me know if you need anything at work. If Warren gives you problems about being thorough again, I'll ship him to Azkaban for a six month stint of guard duty."

Niles grinned, then saluted with one of the bottles, the other stowed in his kit. "Headed home to drop off a bit of cargo. Thanks again, boss….and I'm sorry." The grin faded with the last.

Harry nodded and watched him go. He lifted the ward book and tightened the controls. At current settings, only Ginny would be allowed in. He sent a Patronus message to Molly and asked if they could stay the night. There was no response, but that just meant it was a yes. He knew she loved having Lily and James. Knowing Rose and Hubert were there to join them meant the house would be noisy and happy, the way she loved it.

He looked around the now silent home, Harry shook his head at the comparison. "Things to do." He called work and took the afternoon off. No cases were ongoing for him, so it'd be him doing paperwork. Most of it was done, so there were no questions about him catching up.

He glanced at the cabinet the bottles had come from and considered it. Dismissing it, he decided to abandon the lunch he'd made, vanishing it with a flick of his wand. He popped over to an inn in Wales, having two butterbeer instead and a bowl of stew. He barely tasted either, then returned home to make the tea he'd set aside.

Soon, Ginny walked in and looked around. He'd left the lights low and watched as she eyed the lanterns, waving her wand to raise the lights. "The wards feel funny…Harry!"

"Hello," Harry said quietly, holding a bound notebook in his hand. Niles had produced a report that he could have carried into the Wizengamot. There was a reason he'd always asked for him.

"What's going on? Why are you sitting in the dark?"

"We need to talk, and I need to know you're going to be honest with me."

"Harry? What's wrong."

"When I was here, after you left. I found a few things that seemed odd."

Ginny looked at him, then seemed to shift. "Like what?" Harry noted the tension in her stance. She knows I know, but no confession. He, on the other hand, had ten years' experience performing interrogations. Trained by the best from several countries and with a reputation of not even needing the Legilimency that he was capable of.

"The seat was up."

"Oh…Ron…"

"Was at work. I asked."

"Harry, you can't think that I would…"

He gestured out with one hand, holding the notebook up. "I am not just talking about the seat being up on the loo."

"You brought a forensic tech here?"

"I did. Bribed him for silence, though frankly, if we implode, it'll be public. Everyone will want to read about the Boy Who Was Cheated On." Harry sighed, the first emotion he'd shown.

"I…"

"Please tell me you were drugged or something."

"I don't feel right. Harry, I haven't in a long time. I just don't know what it was."

He nodded. "If you think you were coerced…we can test you."

"I don't want…"

"I can do a field test." He pulled out a small kit, pulling out a slip of test paper. "If you were potioned, this will show. If there's no potion, no need for anything more from the Aurors." He didn't add that that would include him, but she knew.

He held out the slip and she took it, pricking her finger and letting a drop fall on the paper. It glowed and identified a pair of potion names. Harry relaxed and Ginny sank to the floor, sobbing. Harry dropped the slip, then slid off his chair and moved to her, holding her tightly.

"We'll get through this together."

Two days later, Harry and Ginny walked into the Burrow. The kids had stayed, the excuse that something had come up leaving them with only the most minimal of questions to dodge. The whole family was gathered for a Saturday dinner and Harry and Ginny walked in.

"Something wrong?" Hermione asked and Harry met her gaze for a long second, then turned to face the others.

"Hermione, can you take the kids out to the snow? Let them play for a bit."

"I…"

"Please, Hermione." Ginny's voice was quiet, nothing like the bright cheerful tone that she usually had.

"Okay…but I'm coming back in."

Harry waved idly and she called the kids.

"What's going on?" Ron asked, munching on an apple.

"May as well wait for Hermione, Harry."

Harry nodded. "Yeah."

Soon, Hermione was inside again. "I gave them sufficient warning. They will give us some peace and not cause any issues."

Harry nodded. For a moment, he considered his two kids and wondered how they would explain things. "I am divorcing Ginny."

"What?!" Harry didn't have a chance to find out who had cried out as a giant fist slammed into his face, knocking him to the floor. As his vision swam, he cursed himself for letting his guard down. I know better than to think anywhere is safe.

"You filth!"

"Charlie, sit down!"

Ginny was by his side, gently helping him up. That act was enough to forestall any comments until Ron spoke. "Ginny, why are you helping him? He's abandoning you!"

"Shut up, Ron. You don't have the whole story."

Harry struggled to his feet and thanked her quietly. "Ginny was in the hospital for treatment. Someone had potioned her."

"Is she okay? Wait, is this why you are leaving her?"

"I am one second from silencing everyone here and binding them. I can do it." Harry's temper flared for a brief moment before he mentally squashed it. That flare reminded everyone that this wasn't the happy wizard that had bounced children on his knee. This was the Slayer of Voldemort who stood there now. "Everyone sit down and do not interrupt again."

Seats were found, some begrudgingly. Ginny continued as Harry took a breath. "Someone has been potioning me for a few years. That's going to be hard to find out who did it, but the end result is that there are some problems." She looked sadly at Harry.

Harry's hand snapped up, his primary wand firing a silent jet of light and stunned Charlie. "Someone can tell him when he wakes up." He shook his head. "To head off the next hot-blooded redhead to want to take me on, I didn't do it."

Ginny shook her head. "No, he's innocent. He's a victim, too."

The story spilled out, each taking a break as they couldn't go on. The purging regime in St. Mungo's, blood testing and forensics. "I was cheating on Harry," Ginny had managed to get out. "But I hated it, and I needed it, and I didn't understand."

"Who with? That was obviously who did it," Molly said, tears in her eyes.

"It wasn't." Harry shook his head. "He is innocent, too. We're going to go meet with him after we leave here. I'll be giving dinner a miss and Ginny will be coming back, I think. I don't have much of an appetite right now."

Hermione seemed to be putting things together. "You two were potioned to be together?"

Harry snorted and Ginny reached over and touched his hand. "Since Hogwarts. The guy I was cheating with…I love him. I don't…not the same…not like I should."

Harry stared into the fire for a long minute as he took another long breath. "There is one thing I get to do, though, before I have to destroy my own life. One thing I haven't told Ginny. Niles, after getting all the data, did the impossible." With that, his hand snapped into view again and a disarming curse hit Ron directly in the chest, slamming him into the wall.

Harry stood and felt his magic flex around him. "I want to know why, Weasley."

Ron started to stand, but his wand was gone, on the floor a few feet to his right. He leapt to it, jumping back as a fireball caught the wood and igniting it and only it on the floor. The carpet was somehow untouched.

"Harry, mate…I…."

"You are a terrible potion maker. Snape had your number on that." Another wand wave and his own clothes began attacking him, binding him into some kind of multicolor straight jacket. Harry didn't know the name of the spell beyond it being something long and guttural in German. It helped he didn't need an incantation for it.

"Why?" He roared the question and some glass in the window cracked.

"I couldn't have you take Hermione from me! Sixth year, you two were starting to get close….I started making noise about that book and…she was still going to you."

"You were with Lavender!"

Ron suddenly showed more wisdom than Harry had ever seen. "I'm not saying anything else."

Harry almost killed him right there. "I've never used that spell, Ron. Two words I've never said outside of a classroom or training session. I could do it. You've killed me, Ron. She was potioned with a potion keyed to me. That's a rape charge under the law. I have to turn myself in, you…" Harry couldn't think of anything else. "I'm a dead man when I get in that prison. I put half of them there, solo or with help. I might not even bother and just find the right bottle and go find my parents."

"No, Harry…no." Ginny wrapped her arms around him and held him. He didn't react. He couldn't let himself.

"That can't be true."

Hermione looked to her mother in law, not able to look at her husband. "It is. There have always been stories about witches using them to…what was it you said….'get your wizard interested'?" She shook her head. "The law is fine with that…but if a wizard does it…it's ten years."

"I didn't do anything, though. I used it to get him to look at me!"

Arthur rose, walking past his prone son and putting an arm around Hermione. "It's not like you think. She did it to get me to pay attention to her…but she made me chase her around the castle a little bit. She never kissed me until they wore off and she knew I was interested. It was just to get me to notice her."

Harry nodded. He knew that. "There's never been a case like this. The law is ironclad."

"My…our children will not be with out their father. I will stand with you in front of the Wizengamot if I have to." She pulled away, wiped tears from her face and forced him to look her in her eyes. "You listen, Harry Potter. You did nothing wrong…I don't know how you didn't kill him now. I want to castrate him."

He could only look her in the eyes for a moment, then had to look away.

"Did he do this to me, too?"

Hermione's whisper made Harry straighten, then walk over and hold out his hand for hers. He slid one of his into his pocket and pulled out his mobile kit. He slipped a piece of paper into her hand and looked her in the eyes. "Like a litmus test in chemistry, only it will tell you what you were dosed with. If nothing, you get no writing."

She nodded. "I…I want to do this alone."

Harry nodded. "I'm calling two of my guys to come collect him." He shook his head. "Right now, he's going to be arrested for potioning his sister. I may join him."

"What about what he did to you?"

Ginny was already half way out the door, but paused to look back at him as he had his back to the room. He hated seeing the sorrow on her face but had to answer. "I was never potioned. What I felt was real."

Moments later, they were in the office of Finch-Fletchley accounting. They had transfigured their clothes into nonmagical clothing to not stand out. Justin sat behind his desk and fidgeted. "Harry, Ginny, long time no see."

"Save it. I know." Harry shook his head. "You'll hear about our divorce and probably my arrest later…I'll save you the drama of the last telling. She was potioned to fall in love with me and that is a pretty serious offense in the indecencies law, even if I didn't do it."

"Wait…you can't go to jail for that, can you?"

"Yeah. Probably will, if I let them take me."

"Harry!"

"Wouldn't be the first time I died, would it?" Harry shook his head. "Please give it a decent amount of time and treat her right. She's not just some trophy to play with. Love her." Harry stood. "You'll be receiving paperwork as far as the Potter and Black accounts. I'm moving them. I don't hold the potions against you, but I don't trust you." He walked through the door, and it closed behind him.

"I didn't want this, Ginny"

"I know. At least it explains a few things. My sudden shoving you away…I was fighting the potions. I'd developed some resistance."

"Who?"

"Ron. For all his noise about not wanting me dating, he sacrificed me to make sure Hermione didn't go after Harry. Right now, she's holding a preliminary test to see if he potioned her for himself."

"Merlin….that's…I have no words." He shook his head. "I do love you, Ginny…I hope you can, too."

"I can't see you for a while. I need to clear my head. I'm not saying never…but Harry and my children come first...and me." She shook her head. "This is First Year all over again."

"Do you love him?"

She looked at him and bowed her head. "No…not more than a good friend. He, though…he loved me and I kinda hate myself right now."

Two months later, Harry packed his desk. He paid a visit to Niles down in the lab and congratulated him on his promotion. His work on the case identifying the potion maker from the trace residues had lead to him being head of the lab.

"Sent you something, old man. Case of Ogden's. Maybe I'll come back to London, and we can tip back a bit together."

"I got a bottle of something better I'll save for that day, boss…I mean, sir."

"Harry." He laughed, "I'd shake your hand, but I don't want to contaminate anything."

He walked outside and down the corridor. Quite a few said goodbye and he pondered the last few months. Ron had been sent to prison, both for Ginny's and Hermione's potioning. Ginny standing and speaking against the law's shortsightedness at punishing a potential victim in Harry had led to an immediate vote to suspend the sentencing of the case until the law could be reexamined. He'd been released under his own recognizance. He'd gone to stay with Hermione and helped with her kids.

A month later, the Wizengamot had voted unanimously to adjust the verbiage of the law to take into account unusual circumstances such as this one and Harry was declared innocent.

He had decided to find a job on the Continent and was going to work with the ICW on a task force for activities against Dark Lords globally. As he returned to Hermione's, he was surprised to see Ginny and the kids. "Hey."

"Hey."

The kids ran forward and hugged him, but he pulled back so he could kneel and kiss each on the forehead. "I'll be home every weekend. You and your mother will be fine."

"Auntie Hermione is going to watch us some, too," Lily spoke, tears in her eyes. "I wish you could stay."

Harry looked up at his now ex-wife, the divorce having moved swiftly due to the events that led to the marriage and sighed. "Your mother needs the freedom to find the man she should be married to. I know it's hard to understand, but she doesn't love me like that. Never would have if…that man hadn't interfered."

"I'm glad he did, though, if only that I have you two." He managed to get those words out without choking.

Ginny approached and hugged him. It wasn't the hug he would have gotten a few months ago, but he took the friendly gesture as offered. "I do love you."

"Not like I do, though." Harry smiled a sad smile. He pulled away. "I love you all. I'll send for my stuff, Hermione. Thanks for putting up with me."

"Do not make me come find you. You will be back this weekend."

"Next, I'm still sorting house. I need a bit of extra time for that."

He took a last look at the family that would never be the same and closed his eyes, activating the international portkey he'd been issued. The last thing he heard as he vanished was Lily's wail of "Daddy, please!"

AN: YouTube strikes again. Somehow, I started listening to stories about cheating wives and husbands and the revenges that their partners have taken. I would love to know how that came up in my recommendations. I started wondering what I would do in those situations, as fake as many of them sounded. The fact is, I don't have the money to do the things that were needed. We do know, though, someone who would…but everyone writes a cheating Ginny or terrible Ginny. That's boring.

I'm hoping this idea might inspire someone as I've never seen the Harry/Ginny pairing with potions that ended this way. Interesting to me, anyway.

Also, I am not naming a character Albus Severus. What on earth?

Kudos to whomever picks up on the reference to Cinema Sins. The idea popped into my head and that one was on the fly.