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The Aftermath of War	By : ReighHPFiction Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 29579 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., and other assorted publishing, producing companies. I do not make money from writing this story, as I do not own any of the rights to the characters or canon plotlines.

Author's Note: Well it looks like Kingsley won! Now I just have to think of a way to introduce him into the plot lols!

Title: The Aftermath of War

Warnings: Slash, Possible Ginny-Bashing, Anal, Oral, Rim, H/C, Future M-Preg, Un-Beta'd

Pairings: Lucius/Harry, George/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Narcissa/Kingsley

Chapter Four: George Weasley is in the House!

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About a week after the Howler incident, Harry was standing excitedly before the Malfoy Main Floo Fireplace ready to welcome George into the Manor. He was so glad that one of his closer friends was coming to live with him, and he felt it would be good for George to get away from the Burrow, get some distance from Fred's memory and his mourning family. While it was perfectly healthy to mourn, dwelling over the death of a family member would do nothing but continue to break George's already barley held together character.

Taking some time away from the home where he and Fred had grown up together, where his family was still quite deep in mourning over the death of their son and brother would help George to move on indefinitely.

"This, George Weasley," Lucius began quietly, a fine blonde brow arching dubiously at Harry as he looked down at the boy. "He knows his pranks are to be tasteful and non-destructive while he is living under our roof, yes?"

Harry nearly balked at the older man's words. He had already explained to George to keep his pranks outside of the Manor, feeling that the Malfoys in all of their propriety would not welcome such antics. Narcissa, seeming to read his thoughts from his expression just smiled gently.

"Harry, do remember that we are the proud parents of a young man ourselves who wreaked havoc upon our home in his younger years with those two ghouls of his, Crabbe and Goyle," the petite woman said in a slightly amused tone.

Harry did not miss the way Draco's eyes glazed over at the mention of his school friends. He felt a surge of guilt at not having been able to rescue Crabbe along with Goyle and Draco from the fire. He had fallen before Harry, Ron, and Hermione could even get to them. He'd always thought that Crabbe and Goyle were more bodyguards than friends to Draco, but obviously he'd been mistaken if the sorrowful tinge to the other boy's grey eyes was any indication.

The fireplace came to life, distracting Harry from his thoughts rather abruptly. He looked up to see the tall redhead in the green flames step out with a grace that always made Harry jealous of those who had grown up in the Wizarding World. He felt like he'd never quite get the hang of a graceful exit from the floo.

"Harriekins!" a bright voice chirped before Harry was swept up into a pair of strong arms and squeezed within an inch of his life.

The three Malfoys in the room were quite taken aback by the blatant show of genuine affection between two people who weren't even truly related. Narcissa and Lucius watched the Weasley boy cuddle Potter like a small child and the subsequent joy that the younger boy seemed to get from the physical affection. Both made a mental note to subtly pry into why Potter seemed so starved of such affection. They'd always been told he was treated like a god by the muggles he grew up with.

Draco, for his part, was staring at the two boys in utter disbelief. He'd never been that demonstrative with his own mother, let alone with a friend. He watched in fascination as the tall redhead ruffled Potter's already messy black hair and pulled away with a broad smile. George Weasley, one of the twins and only Weasleys that Draco had any begrudging respect for when he was in school due to the sheer brilliance of their pranks and inventions. The older man stood tall and proud, even though there was an obvious air of mourning around him. He turned to Draco's parents first.

"Thank you for inviting me into your home, Lord Malfoy, Lady Black," the redhead said with a slight bow before holding his hand out to Lucius.

A brief look of shock flickered over both of their faces, and Draco was outright gaping now…well, gaping as much as a Malfoy could anyway.

"What? You think that just because we weren't well off like you guys, the Weasleys don't know proper pureblood etiquette?" George said. His mouth turned up in an amused smirk and eyes glittered with mirth. Somewhere off to the side, Potter snorted.

It was Narcissa who recovered first and offered her hand to the young Weasley to be kissed. George did so with another small bow, causing the witch's lips to twitch upwards in slight approval.

"Well, I believe I speak for all of us when I say that I am impressed your parents could wrangle the lot of you long enough to teach such important manners. We had our hands full with just Draco," she replied, as Lucius stepped forward to shake the young man's hand.

"Yeah, I'm sure he was a little demon. He certainly was while he was in school," George said, eyes flicking over to Draco who had the decency to flush in embarrassment. The way he behaved in school was a major embarrassment to him. He still couldn't believe what an ignorant brat he'd been.

"And our parents always made sure we knew all the rules. We mostly ignore them since none of you ritzy purebloods would be seen dead with Weasleys before the war. But! Mum told me to be on my best behavior, so there you have it!"

The Malfoys seemed mystified for a few moments before Lucius finally pumped George's arm in greeting and gathered his wits together.

"I welcome you into my home, Mr. Weasley. The Manor is open to your exploration. Although I believe young Mr. Potter has already explained to you our views on pranks," the Malfoy Patriarch said. George just grinned ruefully.

"I won't pull anything destructive here. You guys have things here that are older than Hogwarts. That much I know. I'm not such an inconsiderate prat that I'd go about destroying people's property,"

Narcissa smiled at this and turned to her son, who was still looking at George with an air of wonder and shock, though his expression was carefully honed back into its usual unreadable mask.

"Draco, please show our new guest to his rooms. Your Father and I are going to speak with Harry about his legal situation with The Prophet right now," Narcissa said softly. Draco nodded and beckoned George to follow him. Harry smiled encouragingly at the redhead.

"Don't worry. I'll come see how you've settled in when I'm done."

Draco didn't really know how to interact with the man who was silently following him up the grand staircase of Malfoy Manor. When he first started at Hogwarts, he was told by his father that the Weasleys were not to be socialized with. His father considered their family an insult to Pureblood traditions and didn't want Draco picking up any habits from their "wild brood of brats" that would ruin the training his father had done with Draco since he was a young child.

Ronald Weasley made it easy for Draco to dislike him. They fell into a rivalry that allowed Draco to show he considered the Weasley family a disgrace to Wizarding Soceity, even after he no longer actually believed it. Ginerva Weasley was never really a big part of Draco's life except as fodder for Potter's temper. He never really disliked her, and he had felt bad for her when he heard she'd been taken to the Chamber of Secrets, worse when he found out it was his own father's doing that she almost died.

But, Draco had always admired Fred and George Weasley. Against his father's wishes, as rowdy and unrefined as they were, Draco admired the way that they went for what they wanted and the downright Slytherin way they planned some of their pranks. Their exit during his fifth year left him in awe for weeks, and he'd respected them for standing up to that cow Umbridge in a way he couldn't bring himself to do.

"So, Little Malfoy, you gonna brood the whole way or are you gonna talk to me? I don't mind either way, but uncomfortable silences are rather...hm…uncomfortable," an amused voice said, breaking Draco out of his thoughts.

The blonde looked up to see the tall redhead grinning mischievously at him, and scowled a bit at the nickname. Draco was a proud six feet tall. He was by no means little. It wasn't his fault that the Weasley beside him was ridiculously tall. He was at least six foot five.

"Your rooms are this way," he huffed, stalking down the hallway where his and Potter's suites were. He heard the other man laugh and ignored the fact that he was a source of amusement in favor of getting to the suite the house elves had prepared for the Weasley.

Draco threw the doors open to the suite directly beside Potter's and beckoned Weasley to enter behind him. The room was nothing special in Draco's eyes, he'd seen every room in this house and his rooms were ornate enough for most of them to seem bland in comparison. From the sharp intake of breath that left the redhead beside him, Draco could tell that George Weasley did not hold that opinion.

"Never figured I'd get the first class treatment at Malfoy Manor, figured you'd throw me in the dungeons, what with me being a redheaded menace and all," the taller man said with that seemingly always laughing tone of his. Draco shot him an unimpressed look before he moved to show him the rest of the suite.

"Your bathroom is through that door, and there is a sitting room through the other that you may fill with whatever entertainment sources you need," he explained quietly. Snapping his fingers, Draco looked down at the loud crack of a house elf entering the room.

"This is Tilly. She will be your personal elf for the time that you stay here. She will be in charge of your laundry, room upkeep, and late hour meals you might want. We have breakfast at eight o'clock sharp every morning, lunch at twelve, tea at four, and dinner at seven. Please dress appropriately for dinner, as if you were going to eat at a restaurant," he continued. The elf bowed to Weasley, who smiled at it warmly.

"Thanks. I appreciate all the trouble you and your family went through to set me up here, even the disgust you must feel for having a Weasley in your home," the redhead said with a snicker. Draco sighed and turned to look at the taller man.

"Your presence here secures Potter's presence here, which is highly beneficial for my family as a whole. His company is also not quite as appalling as I thought it would be. You are welcome here. Things have changed a lot since The Dark Lord fell. I do not, and have never despised you personally. My father might not agree with the way your family ignores tradition, but he has learned to temper that from vile hatred to distant disapproval," he said, feeling that he needed to clear the air a bit.

He didn't want the Weasley to feel uncomfortable at the Manor. Not only would that make him a bad host, it would increase the chance that the other man would leave and Potter with him. He also felt it necessary, for whatever reason, to show the redhead that he had indeed grown as a person since his involvement in the war.

"Oi…I was teasing you kiddo," was the Weasley's response along with another snickering laugh. "Harry's told me all about how you and he are becoming best buddies, and how your family isn't the scary vampires everyone seems to think they are."

Draco scowled at the comparison, but was grateful that the other man seemed to understand. He looked up to meet the redhead's eyes which had softened slightly in his direction. He was quite suddenly aware of the gentle cornflower blue of the iris. It was rather pretty. Perhaps Weasley genetics were not as inferior as his father thought.

"Besides, I'd have known you changed even if Harry didn't tell me. War changes people and you had it worse than most with that gross snake creature living in your house. You look a lot better than the last time I saw you," Weasley said, his mouth curling into what looked like a genuine smile, bereft of its usual mirth.

Not sure how to react to the sudden change in mood, Draco just cleared his throat and stood up straighter.

"Yes, well, we've all lost enough to have changed after the war. Anyway, I'll leave you to get settled. If you need anything Tilly will handle it. If she can't, Potter's room is right beside yours, I'm across the hall and my mother is at the end of the hall."

With that, Draco turned on his heal and walked out of the rooms. He didn't know how to handle the sudden awkwardness he felt, so he stalked back to his rooms to brood for a while alone.

George watched the little Malfoy go with a slight grin on his face. It seemed the younger man just had no idea how to interact with George after so many years of animosity between their families. He understood, although he was curious to know what Malfoy meant by 'I never personally despised you'. He'd work on the blonde while he was here. Harry had told him that while Draco seemed to be doing well so far, there was still something so very broken about the young man that he would need all the help he could get.

Naturally, George understood this completely. While he was doing far better than anyone could imagine after losing his twin, he was still quite shattered on the inside in ways he wasn't sure how to fix. He had seen it too, in the young Malfoy's eyes…that forlorn hopelessness and confusion a lot of war survivors seemed to have. He figured little Malfoy's brokenness branched from guilt over his actions during the war. Probably from the horrors he'd seen in his own home as well.

'Maybe helping Harry fix Little Malfoy will distract me from Fred…' he thought, feeling that ever present lurch in his heart at the thought of his lost twin.

George turned to take in his room in order to distract himself from thoughts of Fred. Thinking about his twin for too long sunk him into depression so fast he could barely blink. He knew it wasn't an entirely healthy way to deal with grief, but for now it was working. He would deal with the consequences when they came.

The room was absolutely the swankiest room he'd ever been inside. It was large, just the bedroom, with a bit king sized canopy bed set in the middle. Navy colored curtains hung from the canopy with golden tassels and accents. The sheets were also a deep navy color, with dark gold Victorian print that was absolutely lovely. The walls were a lighter blue, almost like the sky outside that really opened the room up to the sunlight pouring in through the large gothic windows. There seemed to be a comfortable looking settee type area made up on the window sill that looked like a good spot for reading. The fireplace was huge as was the couch in front of it.

Overall, the room was gorgeous. George was happy to be staying here, as bizarre as that sounded even in his mind. A knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see Narcissa Malfoy nee Black, standing in the doorway.

"I wished to ascertain if you are satisfied with the rooms that I chose for you," she said softly, walking into the room with a fluid grace that all upstanding Pureblood women seemed to have ingrained since birth.

He wondered if his mother ever floated about the Prewett house the way Narcissa did the Manor, but shook it from his thoughts. He knew his mother's family never approved of his father when they were dating, and later on got married. That was why they had such sparing interaction with their maternal grandparents.

"They're lovely, Mrs. Malfoy...err...Lady Black," he corrected himself with a smile in her direction. The woman raised a gentle hand and waved it in a dismissing manner.

"You may call me Narcissa if you wish. You are a guest in my home, after all."

George knew he should be surprised at how gracious the woman was being. He was a lowly Weasley that she was forced to house in order to keep his family out of her business…at least he was sure that's how she saw it. But, he really wasn't so surprised. Narcissa was raised in high bred society where children were taught manners from a very young age. It was no surprise that she was a great hostess.

"That's a bit strange for me, but I'll try to get used to it," he said with a slight laugh. Narcissa's lips curled into the smallest of smiles, her blue eyes warming just enough to see.

"I would like you to feel welcome here. Mr. Potter has been instrumental in keeping our family together, and having someone he knows so well in the house will make his getting used to living here easier. We are glad to have you," she said.

George still felt slightly wary, but he supposed that was only natural. The Malfoys and the Weasleys had been feuding ever since Arthur met Lucius, and George wasn't even sure if either of the men remembered the reason for the start of it. Narcissa was making the effort, so George would do so in turn. Besides, Harry was here. He was George's favorite person to be around nowadays since everyone else treated him like he was made of glass.

"Right, well I will be leaving you to get settled in. If you need anything, I am at the end of the hall and at your disposal."

George nodded towards her as she walked to the door. He turned to start unpacking, but was interrupted by a gentle voice.

"We all lost a lot during the war, Mr. Weasley, even us Malfoys. If you ever need to talk to someone who will not treat you like a child, you may come find me."

It was said so softly, he almost didn't hear it, and the sound of her footsteps leaving followed. He was genuinely shocked at the sincerity in the woman's tone. He knew that Narcissa had lost her sister to the War. While Bellatrix was an insane murderer to most, she was still the woman's sister. Since Andromeda and Narcissa didn't speak anymore he figured it must be hard for her.

'Maybe talking to someone that's not directly affected by Fred's death would be good,' he thought absently as he penned an owl to his mother.

He sent it out and started back on his unpacking. He wanted to be settled by the time Harry came by.

Harry was slightly uncomfortable when Narcissa left him alone with Lucius. As good a host as the other man had been so far, as grateful and welcoming as he acted towards Harry, the young man just couldn't seem to bring himself to relax completely in his presence. Lucius noticed of course, but didn't ever comment. He figured it was only natural after the turbulent past Harry and he had together.

"Now that Narcissa and I have briefed you a bit on your rights, what would you like to do Mr. Potter?"

Harry looked up at the blonde man, his features scrunched in thought. Harry knew he wanted to take The Prophet to court, but he also wanted to take Rita Skeeter to court in a separate case. He knew what he wanted. He wanted The Prophet to stay out of his business and Skeeter to lose her license as a Journalist. He would bring up the fact that she was an unregistered animagus if he had to. Hermione had the proof.

"I want to sue them both separately. I want to own The Prophet when we're done. It's not my usual way to be vengeful, but they've been writing filth about me and my friends for long enough. The only way I see them stopping is if I'm in control of their resources. They definitely shouldn't be free to treat anyone else like this either," he finally said.

Lucius bit back a pleased grin at the boy's words. Even before the boy had been in such close quarters with his family, Lucius had noted a rather unfortunate habit of the boy dismissing hurtful actions, words, etc directed towards him. It was frustrating if only because he'd always known how much political power the boy could wield if he wanted. Potter could have the entirety of the Wizarding World convinced The Prophet was a worthless rag if he wanted.

"I also want Skeeter's journalism license revoked. She quite clearly needs to be reminded that she needs evidence to print her 'assumptions', and has broken nearly all of the Journalism Laws in place," Harry said, breaking Lucius out of his trance.

He watched the Malfoy Patriarch mull things over in his mind for a few moments. He could almost see the cogs turning in the man's brilliant mind. Harry might not be completely comfortable with Lucius yet, but he was glad to have the man as his ally. Despite the loss of power in his family name, Lucius Malfoy's intelligence and cleverness was definitely something to be reckoned with. Besides, even in the Wizarding World lawyers would fight to represent someone with the fortune that Lucius lorded over.

"Of course, and we can make that happen. There is more than enough evidence to have her license revoked and even force her to redo her certification if you wished. As for The Prophet, they will have no choice but to bow to your wishes. They know the law, they broke that law, and they will not wish you to take these trials to any other publication."

Harry's eyes widened at the information. He could make her redo her certification? That might just be the slap in the face Rita Skeeter needed to start being a respectable journalist. Harry was angry at her for everything she wrote about him, the complete breach of privacy and the lies she spread about him on a constant basis. But he would never usually consider revenge for himself. He wanted her to come back scared to do that to anyoneelse.

"Then that's what I want to do. What do we need to do to get the ball rolling on this?"

When green eyes came up to lock with Lucius' grey ones, the older man was struck by the determination radiating from behind the gaze. He thought it'd be even more powerful without the thick black frames. Was this how Potter had looked as he stared down the Dark Lord in that final showdown? Was it the way he'd looked every time he faced Him? If it was, Lucius could see why the Dark Lord was terrified of the boy. That gaze promised retribution, not only for himself but for the others hurt by Skeeter and the Profit.

"I will contact my lawyers with the case. I can assure you they will be more than happy to take it on. Just having your name on their clients list would be more than enough payment for them to do so," Lucius explained.

Harry nodded, smiling cautiously at the older man. He might not be comfortable with Lucius, but he was grateful for all the trouble this man was going through to help him out. While he was suspicious it was only because of some perceived debt to Harry for keeping him out of Azkaban, it was still nice.

"Oh, I almost forgot. This letter came to you from Gringotts," the blonde said, handing Harry a letter with Gringotts seal on the envelope.

Green eyes widened as the boy took the letter. Gringotts had never taken the time to send him any post before. He wondered what could possibly be wrong. Then his mind froze up, belly churning in discomfort. Were they going to hold him responsible for the destruction he, Hermione, and Ron had caused when they went for the cup? He was well-off but he didn't know if he could afford that whole bill on his own, even with the nice piece of change the Ministry had paid him for defeating Voldemort.

"I would not worry too much, Mr. Potter. I am sure it is nothing more than your coming of age letter. Your father came from a fairly well-established Pureblood family, which is where your trust fund most likely came from. There are no doubt plenty of other vaults that weren't set for you to inherit until you were of age. You also were named as Sirius Black's heir, so there is no doubt you will have some inheritance from those vaults as well," Lucius Malfoy explained calmly, breaking Harry out of his dramatic thoughts. He smiled warily at the other man and nodded.

"Right, well I'll go take a look at this then. Thanks for everything."

With that, Harry gathered himself and left the office. He had a lot to think about and apparently a lot more to find out. He needed to be alone.

Lucius watched the befuddled young man leave the room looking more confused than ever. He didn't realize just how ignorant Harry Potter was to the laws and ways of the Wizarding World. It was like no one had ever sat down to educate the young man on his rights as a Wizard. He above all people really should have been educated as such. Lucius was happy to be the person to do so. It was endearing that the young man was so innocent in some ways, and so eager to learn.

'I wonder how eager he'd be in…other forms of tutelage,' he thought before he could stop himself.

Managing to resist palming his face, Lucius merely poured himself another glass of rich firewisky and drown his perverse thoughts in that. He had no idea where these thoughts were coming from, nor did he want to know. That article must've shocked a part of his brain loose or something.

'Honestly…lusting after Wonder Boy. What has gotten into me?'

Dear Lord Harry Potter, Heir of the Noble House of Black,

The Bank would like to set a date to go over the estates, properties, and vaults that you have inherited in your coming of age. We regret that we did not get in contact with you sooner, but with the world in chaos, it was not easy. It was not easy to pin you down after your coming of age, and rightfully so, as you were in hiding from that vile creature that tried to enslave us all.

Please send an owl back with an appropriate time and date that you will be able to meet with your estate manager, Granook.

With our regards,

The Gringotts Goblin High Council

Harry stared at the letter in complete confusion. He knew that Sirius had named him his heir, but since Sirius had been disowned by his family when he was sixteen, Harry never thought that the man had much more to give him than the house. Grimmauld was more than enough, as dusty and in disrepair as it was. Then there was the whole "Lord" thing…

Why, out of all the things to keep from him, did no one tell Harry he would have to be prepared for something like this? He knew that there was a lot going on, but he felt like he should have been told at least. Being a lord would mean that he was the representative of his family. As the only Potter left, that was a huge responsibility. He felt entirely unprepared for it, uneducated.

Quickly, Harry penned a letter back to the Goblins letting them know he was free to join them the following afternoon. Walking to the end of the hall, where he knew Narcissa's rooms were, Harry knocked gently and entered when he heard a soft voice beckon him inside.

"Oh, Harry. To what do I owe the pleasure?" the beautiful blonde woman asked as a small smile curved her lips. Harry flushed and fidgeted a little under her gaze.

Narcissa nearly smirked when she saw the little flush. Potter really was the cutest thing. She could see why her husband was developing an interest in the bashful young man. She really wasn't one for younger lovers, but if she was twenty-five years younger, she might've made a play for the little sweetheart herself. As it was, she was perfectly glad to yield that pleasure to her husband….when he finally dug himself out of denial that is.

"I got a letter from the Goblins today about my coming of age inheritance," he started, flicking a glance up to see the woman listening intently. When he didn't go on right away, Narcissa stood and walked up to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"What is it you wished to speak about concerning this?"

Harry looked away again and shrugged under her touch.

"I was wondering…well, that is…I don't really know much about Lordship or Highbrow Politics...would you come with me tomorrow when I got speak with them? I just don't want to look like an idiot in front of them," he said softly. He was embarrassed, but he figured that she wouldn't ridicule him. Narcissa Malfoy had proven herself much warmer than he ever expected from such a proper Pureblood lady.

"Of course, Harry, and I would be honored to instruct you in our ways. You are a bright young man, and there is no reason that you should need to feel embarrassed because no one ever explained these things to you," Narcissa said in as gentle a tone as she could.

Something in her just wanted to mother the hell out of Potter, since she couldn't bring herself to lust after him like most of the female population of Wizarding England. His previous guardians had much greater tasks to educate the young man about in the past, and she was almost honored to be the one who would teach him how to act in Upper Class Society. Pushing a hand through the ruffled black locks, Narcissa finally pulled her hand away. She wanted to hug him, like he knew no one but the Weasley Matriarch had. Draco was already so self-sufficient. He didn't need her to understand what he needed to do anymore. But Potter's innocence gave the mother in her a sense of necessity that she found she'd really missed.

"Thank you, Narcissa."

His voice broke her out of her thoughts, but the arms curling around her midsection surprised her even more. All she could do was embrace him in return. It was brief, and slightly awkward, but when she pulled back she had the world's greenest eyes shimmering up at her with genuine happiness and the sweetest smile she'd ever seen shining in her direction.

"You are most welcome," she replied, her own lips curling upwards in an unavoidable response.

Harry was glad that Narcissa hadn't freaked out at his impromptu hug. He hadn't fully thought it out before he executed the action, but she'd reacted much better than he expected.

"Alright..well, I guess I'll head to bed now, and I'll let you know like an hour before so we can be ready," he said as he moved towards the door. Narcissa smiled and nodded.

"Good night, Harry," she said.

"Good night," he replied and then he was gone.

When he got back to his rooms, there was a letter sitting on his desk addressed to him from Ginny. With a long suffering sigh, he opened it up. It could be worse. It could be a howler.

Harry,

I've been trying to get a letter to you since you came to the Burrow a week ago. I guess I should have known you'd have those sleaze-balls add extra wards to their home to keep Howlers out, so I'll just have to make do with writing my frustrations instead of screaming them.

First of all, I can't believe you'd choose the Malfoy family over your girlfriend. I thought you loved me. You told me you loved me before we parted ways because of the war. You told me we'd get back together after. After what that man put me through, I can't believe you would chose him over me. But that's what you've done and I will never forgive you for it. Consider your chance with me lost.

Second of all, as if keeping that monster from Azkaban wasn't enough, you went and got my grieving brother involved in your mess. Because Mum and Dad are so worried about you, they sent George to keep an eye on you. He doesn't need that stress. He should be home with his family grieving properly.

Finally, I want you reiterate the fact that I will never consider getting back with you after this. I thought we'd get back together after the war, get married after graduation, and start a family. You promised we would! But now that you've gone and sullied yourself with that Death Eater filth, I don't want you to ever speak to me again unless it's completely necessary.

Goodbye and Good riddance,

Ginerva Molly Weasley

A/n: Well that's all for now! Hope you enjoyed it and I hope you'll like seeing Harry's reaction to this self absorbed letter in the next chapter!
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