I'm back guys! This story has just got over 100,000 views! Like this is crazy, thank you all so much for reading this and sticking with me.

PLEASE READ: Now this new chapter has heavy Molly bashing and slight Ginny redemption and also apologies if Molly comes across as quite occ but at least it was fun to write yk? But anyway, onto the chapter we go!

Shirley – yeah I never got the whole thing with Ginny and Harry, like it seemed so random and forced. I mean even Jk Rowling said herself it should've been Harry and Hermione so… I stand by this and thank you for your support 3

shizukesa-sama – see I agree with you completely! Like sometimes fanfiction is just 99 things canon did wrong nailed to a door haha (that meme). I did put a warning at the beginning of this story what the pairings are and just to not read if it's not your thing, like some people are just looking to be offended. I'm also so happy you're enjoying my little fanfiction and hope you'll like this new chapter!

jkarr – thank you!

Sammy-Jay Potter – okay I'll give you the first one, that was a bit idiotic of me lol (I need to up my game of keeping track of the little stuff, like this is what happens when you leave things for 6 months and then come back haha). For the passport thing honestly I didn't even think of that because the whole focus of that chapter was Harry/Hermione stuff and a cute holiday and functioning family away from the Dursleys so like, it never even crossed my mind.

happylady – yeah, exactly! I do think she kind of leaves them behind a bit and like I get why but you'd think someone would keep them in the loop at least a little yk? And Hermione seemed to get along with her parents generally in the book so I thought I'd keep that.

Arthur gave a nod to the guards as they left him alone. Ginny sat opposite, face drawn and eyes red rimmed. She refused to look at him.

He didn't know what to say. As his only daughter she had been a point of pride for him, forging her way past expectations held of women in the wizarding world. How had this all gone so wrong?

"We miss you," Arthur began quietly. While his relationship with Molly was well beyond saving, perhaps he still had a chance to save his daughter? Maybe her bond with her brothers wouldn't fully recover, and especially with Harry and Hermione, but if she could make a life for herself past all this… he would be happy.

Ginny snorted derisively. "Doubtful." She fell silent again, refusing once more to elaborate. It was like talking to a brick wall.

Arthur sighed, feeling like he should 'bite the bullet' as he had heard Ron say. It was a muggle saying he'd picked up from Hermione apparently, meant he should take decisive action or something. He wasn't quite sure how that related to a bullet, or what a bullet was either, but that was neither here nor there.

"Why? Why did you do this? Ginevra," he sighed, running a hand through his rumpled hair. He was tired, so very tired of having to clear this mess up. "Was this all really necessary?"

"Mum said he was mine, that he was promised to me." She finally looked at him, mouth in a thin line but the beginning of a wobble was visible. Eyes returning to focus on the floor, she spoke mournfully. "I didn't mean for it to go so far but it – it was so unfair! She promised to help me and then took him for herself! I only ever wanted him to notice me, not just as 'Ron's little sister' but as more and, well, mum said she could help. Just that I needed to give him a drink with some of this stuff in and he'd be all mine."

Turning further away to peer around at the wall she bit her lip. "I just wanted him to love me."

Sorrow swamped Arthur as he looked at his daughter. Grasping her hand in his and catching her gaze he said, "And I am so, so sorry to have failed you enough to make you feel the need to have the love of an idea –"

"He's –"

"No, listen to me. The Harry Potter you were brought up on, that Molly fed to you, was an idea. The boy I met was nothing like what he was proclaimed to be. Not that he is worse or anything, just different. Whatever you imagined your life to be like, it wouldn't have been simply because he isn't the person you imagine him to be. He's a human, flawed as the rest of us. And as a human he has the right to choose. You can't force it on him and take away his choice. That isn't love, from either of you."

A tear slowly traced its way down Ginny's cheek. "I know, I know that now. The mind healer said so. Said he'd never love me."

"Not now, not anymore, no he won't. But perhaps he could have, whether as a friend or more I couldn't say. But Ginny, dear, don't think this means your life is over. You're here to get help as well as for the consequences of your actions. When you're out of here, there will be things to live for. You could find a job, move abroad, move on and find someone else to actually, genuinely love."

"I know, I just – I wish everything could go back to normal," she sniffed, dark spots appearing on her clothes from where the tears dripped down onto the cloth.

"You know why it can't."

"I know, I still wish it could though."

"I know."

Making his way over to Azkaban was harder than he anticipated. While his chat with Ginny had gone better than expected, with her demonstrating remorse and able to see that what she had done was wrong, his talk with Molly he was sure would be far less straight forward. She was a full-grown adult, one who swayed her daughter like this in the first place. Of course he also had fault, not seeing all this until it was too late, but he had always thought he had taught them to ignore status, money and titles as it wasn't what was important in life. He had thought his wife thought the same.

Waiting in the little meeting room he shivered, the effects of the dementors everywhere even with the patronus guarding him. The prison was hardly in use with most death eaters… removed shall we say, from the wizarding world and the earth as a whole. Not to mention dementers seen more and more as inhumane by plenty and only serious criminals were now sent here and for far shorter sentences than previously.

"Arthur!"

Chest stone cold he turned to his wife as she bustled into the little room. Clothes reduced to rags and face gaunt, figure thinner, but she still held the same busy aura about her. "Molly," he returned stiffly, back as straight as a metal rod.

"Arthur this is ridiculous, you have to get me out of here. I've done nothing wrong!"

"Molly," he sighed as irritation already began to build. "You tried to drug a minor with an illegal potion through your impressionable teenage daughter who already had a crush on the celebrity. You then were going to get her to baby trap him so you could access his money. In what world is that legal or morally right?"

"I was doing it for us!" She leaned over the table, reaching a hand out. Arthur swiftly withdrew, eyes on the wall and not on the bitter twist that had settled on his wife's face.

"There is no us, not anymore. I cannot condone your actions and so we are divorcing. Everything is prepared and organised, the paper's will merely need your signature."

"What?! Absolutely not!"

"You don't have a choice," Arthur snapped, his temper finally at breaking point. "I am done with you and I am done with this marriage. You have done nothing but belittle me because I enjoy tinkering with muggle items and said yourself that you regretted marrying me because I was poor. You behaved appalling to Fleur because of her ancestors but then claimed to have no prejudice because you house muggleborns. You have behaved cruelly to our sons when they picked careers you didn't agree with for not being 'respectable' enough and made them fear you and so wouldn't introduce their significant others for fear of rebuke, not to mention the heavy favouritism Ginny received for being a girl. Or was it because she would be a candidate to marry the 'Chosen one' and 'The Boy Who Lived'."

Chest heaving Arthur sat back, hands in fists as he stared intently at Molly, who for the first time seemed at a loss at what to say at his sudden fury.

"I just wanted them to have a good life, to have more than what we had. Had they done what I said, it would've worked. We could've still fixed it, had you not decided to just throw our family away." Her voice was cold but edged with defeat. The bluster had gone right out of her sails and Arthur fought back the guilt he felt at that. This wasn't on him.

"No, it was your actions that destroyed this family. I was happy – I thought we were happy. Clearly I was wrong."

"No – no Arthur, you don't understand."

"So tell me! What don't I understand? Your prejudice? Your corrupt morals? Your disregard for the law? Your delusion?" His anger rebuilt and stoked itself the more he spoke, his frustration once again about to boil over. He prided himself on being calm, patient. He had none left for his bull-headed wife.

"Ginny adored Harry. How can you deny her something she wanted so badly?"

Arthur clenched his fists, avoiding Molly's wide, teary eyes. "He is a person, not a something. She adored him because you brought her up to believe it would be love at first sight, that he was her prince charming. She wanted him because you taught her to want him."

Drawing a shaky breath, Molly looked at him, face tinted with a crazed madness. "He was hers. He was the 'Boy who lived'. He would have brought safety and wealth to us. He –"

"And what about what Harry wanted? He just wants to be as normal of a boy as he can, not just known by a phrase of an event that cost him his family."

"But he didn't need them, we would've been his new family. We were. I was more of a mother to him than Lily ever was. Ron was his brother, the twins too. He loved us all and spent his holidays with us. We took him in to be part of our family. By marrying Ginny he would then legally be part of our family, be my son. We would've been happy if you hadn't destroyed it!" Arthur flinched as her voice raised at the end and her hand slammed down on the table. She was mental. She had planned out this whole fantasy and couldn't cope with it crashing down around her.

"But he isn't our son. Sirius –"

"Oh! Don't speak of that heathen to me!" Molly shrieked, her defeated demeanour buried underneath sudden fury. "He was not fit to take Harry in! Dumbledore would've made sure we got him instead! He filled Harry's head with all these crazy ideas –"

"What crazy ideas?"

Molly paused then, staring at him like he was the insane one. "He wanted to tell Harry what was going on in with the Order of the Phoenix," she said slowly, like he was small child. "He wanted to put Harry in danger, he saw him as nothing more than an extension of his best friend."

"Like you saw Harry as nothing more than what he could offer you?"

"I saw him as my own son, one who actually had something to himself –"

"Excuse me?!" Arthur barely heard his own voice, shock washing over his rage at her words.

Molly faltered, almost like she was regretting her words before bulldozing through anyway. "You heard me. He has done so many impressive things at school and is planning to become an Auror. Not only a difficult job but also a ministry job meaning it is incredibly respectable. Only Percy so far has gone into a well-respected, good paying job in the ministry. Bill and Charlie both moved abroad and see how that has worked out with their interest in girlfriends!"

"Fleur is an intelligent young woman and she and Bill clearly love each other. What is wrong with that?"

"And that's what you don't understand! Love won't be enough, not with the comments they will get. I mean, just think of Fred and George! Oh, it was humiliating. They dropped out only months before doing their NEWTs and only got a handful of OWLs each. I could barely show my face for months, Arthur, months! How can I celebrate them when they have done so appallingly? And Ron, well, apart from chess what has he ever been good at? Ginny was my last hope for something great. For our family to make something of ourselves, to stop us from being a laughing stock of the purebloods. Do you know how painful the comments the Malfoys make are? That Draco identified Ron as a Weasley when he first met him by his 'hand me down robes'. Do you know how that makes me feel? How humiliated I was that I can't provide for my children because I failed to marry well? Because my husband refused to move up the corporate ladder in the ministry because he preferred to tinker with muggle items? How embarrassing my life has been because of it?"

"The only embarrassment in your house is your own behaviour." Arthur jumped as the stern voice came from behind them.

"Percy!" Molly cried, shock and horror etched onto her features.

Percy ignored her and turned straight to Arthur. Disregarding her pleading he led Arthur out while letting one of the guards remove Molly back to the cells. Shellshocked from the afternoon's event, Arthur let Percy direct him, numb inside. He only next registered his surroundings when they got off the boat and he was pushed onto a nearby bench.

"Percy – I – what – you shouldn't have come."

Percy raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Dad, I knew the minute Bill told me you were visiting mum and Ginny this wasn't going to end well." He sat down next to him awkwardly, back stiff. He stared out to the ocean as he spoke. "Don't listen to anything she says. She's been stuck in this weird delusion that she pushes on us. I think she feels guilty that we haven't got the life she imagined and in trying to get us that she's fallen further and further. For all she preached about equality and fairness she and Ginny behaved appallingly to Fleur and – and I know I behaved no better that year but… I was just trying to fit in and make something of myself and I couldn't believe that the ministry was corrupt."

He shook his head and Arthur grasped his hand, noticing the white knuckles his son bore. "Aside from that, I think she just thought that she could have the best of both worlds if Ginny married Harry. She got status and wealth from being the mother-in-law of Harry Potter and still married for love – married you. It all fell apart though when Sirius pointed out that Ginny couldn't marry Harry for the same prejudiced reasons mum stated when telling Hermione why she couldn't marry Harry. She never recovered from that I don't think. When you were at work while I was still at home, she would ramble about how Sirius had brainwashed her family and taken them away from her. How Harry would marry Ginny, that she would make sure Hermione would be out of the way. It was when she must have started to plan the love potion, I think she genuinely thought Harry would love Ginny without aid and it was only now it was all falling apart and she got desperate."

"I just don't even recognise her anymore," Arthur said wearily. He sagged against the back of the bench, worn out and empty. "I'm not even sure where I'm supposed to go from here. What I'm supposed to do."

"Sirius will help I'm sure, and probably the rest of the Order. Not to mention with mum gone Ron will probably move back home and I'll be staying home for a little longer too if that's okay?" A brief flicker of shyness flittered over Percy's face before it settled back into its wooden base. Arthur grieved for the time when Percy still felt at home with them, still part of their family.

"You'll always be welcome at the Burrow, I promise you that son," Arthur responded quietly. Percy gave a sharp nod in response and remained silent but Arthur wasn't offended at the dismissal, not when he could see the tense jaw and fierce blinks. They fell into… not a comfortable silence, not with all that's happened, but a content one.