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Chapter List
- 1-All Things Begin At Home
- 1
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Eyes the color or
the killing curse scanned the small printed text on the plain grey paper, and
their owner�s mirth danced in them lightly. Across the table, Harry�s wife, if you could call her that,
chattered on about something or other as he read the paper- to all outward
signs a lovely domestic scene. In all actuality it was a front- at least on the
part of the oh so loyal, positively doting husband of the veracious and gold
digging Ginny Potter. It was the perfect front however, it had to be. Not just
any would do, not for his long term goals. The ambitious redhead with dreams of
galleons was the perfect escape token- no one expected him of anything but trying
not to go bankrupt.

The was never a
possibility, he was never going to be stupid enough to allow her unfettered
access to his vaults- merely his school vault, oh yes, that she could spend all
she liked, it was a drop in the bucket, a mere pittance, he hardly cared. The only
thing he cared about, was making sure the girl played
her part. Let her distract the main populace with tales of fairy tale romance, let her throw her massive parties. It mattered not
to him.

�-So I was
thinking, maybe you could give a tour of your workroom? Just a
little one?�

Harry frowned, and
then there were days he wanted to kill her off and be done with it. Perhaps he
could go into mourning, oh yes, that
would be perfect. He could sit at
home and further his plans without any more interference. It would have to be
done well, believably� perhaps a subtle shifting of the mind of one of his
doting fan girls, make it seem done in jealousy. Or
perhaps�. Yes! He would use Anko. His female persona and his male one were, at
the moment separate from each other� And Itachi would be pleased. He hardly ever
got to see his �mum� or �da�.

�Ginny, you know I
keep my workroom locked for safety reasons.� He said. �I don�t want anyone down
there. That�s dangerous stuff I�m working with, the fumes alone-�

�But you could
clear it out! Think of how much people will pay top see where the boy who lived
works!� she said excitedly, her eyes flashing with those galleons again. �It
would be remarkable! Then we could get a bigger house!�

�Ginny, I say
again we have no need for a bigger home! When we have children, then I will get
us a bigger house, but not until. Right now, I wanted somewhere peaceful, away
from those reporters. I refuse to let those riffraff into my home.�

�Harry, come on,
see the bigger picture! We need more gold to live the life we�ve always wanted,
and I won�t bring children into this world if they won�t be taken care of.�

�Ginny, as of this
moment we have more than enough to take care of any children we should have in
a goodly manner. They would have adequate supplies and their own vaults for
school. If you truly want to make this about children, Ginny, and what is best
for them- I refuse to raise little Draco�s. My children will not be spoiled
because we have all this gold you want- I am quite able to keep up with the
finances, despite how much you spend, and we have everything e nee. I will not
be bogged down by worldly possessions.�

�You don�t love me
at all!�

�Of course I love
you, Gin.� He said, lying easily to the vapid airhead. �Of course I do, don�t
ever say that! I just don�t understand why you are so obsessed with gold.� Trying to take me for all I�m worth, so she
can run off with her lover, not until I�m through with you, bitch. �We have
more than enough for anything we might need, I have a good paying job and you
are well taken care of. I don�t want to get in over my head with things neither
of us understand. I have no desire to live like the Malfoys!�

�But I do!� she wailed. �I don�t want to end
up with extensions on this cottage,
like mum and da! I want a manor, with a room for each
subject and all painted different colors and-�

�And that is just
wasteful!� Harry said. �Ginny, this is hardly a cottage, it held your entire
family reunion and we still had guest rooms left over, goodness knows, there
are a good twenty of them. This is a small manor. I don�t want anything bigger
until its necessary!�

�Small, manor Harry. Small. I want a big one!�

Harry sighed and
resisted the urge to turn her into he bitch she was and whap her with the
paper.� �We�ll see, Ginny. If I can find
one that is good for us, and not simply the biggest one there is. I refuse to
have a sprawling manse I get lost in.�

�Oh, Harry!� she
exclaimed, jumping on his lap and kissing him full on the lips.

He had to fight
not to gag.

He was a patient
man, very patient. He had put up with this for five years.

He wasn�t so
patient, any more.

The gala ball was
extravagant, a lesson in opulence, and absolutely�. Dull. For all the glitter
and the pomp, it was merely an show of ladies trying to one up each other in
terms of dresses and robes and men trying to subtly have a pissing contest
bragging- elusively, of course, and with much false humility- about what
business deals they had pulled off and who was the better politician.

Ginny Potter hung
to her husbands' arm as the talked with the Zabini family, Harry bored, but
Ginny playing the game as well as Daphne Zabini.

�Oh, did I
mention, Daphne? Harry has agreed to buy a new manor, by the sea, with a meadow
in back. We think it�s time to start a family, after all, and the children need
the space.�

Daphne smiled. �The
market is at full swing, it should be quite a deal.�

�Oh, price is no
issue.� Ginny said. �It is all a matter of location! We want our children to
have the best after all. A Potter deserves nothing less.�

�Of
course.� Daphne said, somewhat weaker than before.

Blaise gave Harry
a long, measuring look. Harry saw it for what it was, and delved into the other
mans mind, meeting in the business room they had used so often before.

�Please, tell me you aren�t falling for
this. The girl is a menace.�

�Don�t worry. I can�t give away my plans but
it will be done tonight, make sure to seem entranced, spread the word. Anko is
going to make an appearance.�

�Wonderful. Any more of this harping and I�d
cross dress!�

�You?�

�I hear Mungos' has beautiful paintings
this time of year.�

�Ah, but where would our plans be then,
without our main financier?�

�In the quite capable hands of one Anko
Amierra, and besides, you finance everything from behind the scenes. I just launder the cash.�

Harry and Blaise
broke contact, and Harry made his excuses to his wife. He had transportation to arrange- luckily the Portalis spell was good for things like this. �Forgive me darling, I
shall return shortly.�

Ginny was
unprepared for the feeling on intense killing intent aimed at her shortly thereafter.
She turned, and saw the east side of the large gala hall was slowly parting. A
stunningly beautiful woman, dark, cascading hair reaching the top of her
shapely arse, nicely framed by an almost indecently
low cut dress of dark blue that shimmered silver. The dress had a high front,
silver wires accenting the gown quickly wrapping up and around to accentuate
her full, but not overly large breasts. Ginny couldn�t help but be intimidated
by the image she made, one of classic beauty- she had the darkest hair, palest skin, and most
gorgeous eyes. Eyes so much like her husbands, but with none of the warmth. Where
her husband�s eyes were pale, large in their innocence, hers were sharp, dark, accentuated
infuriatingly, yet perfectly, with just the right amount of kohl. This was a woman of
power, and it crackled around her like a living thing as the crowds parted. The
woman glided towards her, her silvery strappy sandaled feet hardly seeming to
move. Many of the woman began to gossip about the newcomer.

�Pleased to make
your acquaintance,� �Ginny said trying not to stammer. �I am
Ginny Potter-�

�I know who you
are.�

Even her voice
screamed elegance, grace, power� and an almost tangible darkness.

�I am afraid I
cannot say the same-�

�I am Anko, Anko
Amierra�well, Amierra for the moment.�

�Are you engaged
then, Ms. Amierra?� Daphne said, trying not to smirk. Then again, so was a
quarter of the room- they knew full well who Anko was.

�Not in so many
words. I have chosen my husband� I must say, however� what he sees in this
little� thing is behind me.�

Ginny�s eyes
widened. �Harry? Harry is mine!�

�Really?� her eyes
raked over the bright pink gown the girl was wearing. �Why, I wonder� you can�t
dress, can�t speak, you obviously have no fortune of your own� It�s no wonder,
really, he hides his fortune from you, you would spend
him out of home and hearth.� At least I can
say, I have done what you could not� he may be deluded now� but he will return
to me, Weasley. He will.�

Ginny rose to her
full height, standing just an inch over Anko. �Never.
He�s mine. It�s my ring on his finger, and his on mine-�

�Ah, but rings and
vows are mere words and metal. What matters, to him, dear little Ginny, what
matters to him is our son at my manor. Our dear,
sweet boy. Harry will want to be there, for his son. Who do you really
think he�ll choose? His own flesh and blood or the woman who�s
with him for fame and money?�

�Anko!�
Harry called, and Ginny whirled. Blaise was confused for a moment. Daphne didn�t
bother to hide her shock.

�Harold.� Anko purred.
�I needed to see you. Your house is warded against
me!� she sighed with a pout.

�Harry, what is
she saying? Do you know what she said to me!� Ginny
shrieked.

�I have a fair
guess.� Harry drawled, turning to Anko. �Is Itachi well?�

�Itachi?� Ginny
shrieked again, casing Blaise to rub his ears.

�He�s fine,
Harold. But he misses you terribly. He wants you there tomorrow. It nearly
broke my heart, to see the poor child. He refuses to allow his friends over, he
doesn�t want any gifts, he just wants to see his
father for his birthday. You wouldn�t deny your own son�?�

Harry sighed. �I
will be there, but you must realize I am married, Anko, I will not simply
return to you-�

�Ha!� Ginny
squealed. �So take your precious son and go on somewhere!�

�erhem, even if I should divorce Ginny.�

�Excuse me?�

Anko pouted
prettily. �You know me, Harold. I care not if you keep someone on the side.
Support as many catamites as you wish� but please, be there for poor Itachi. He�s
only six, he doesn�t understand that his father and mother aren�t married, or
why the schoolchildren tease him�.�

Harry sighed, and
made a showoff looking from his wife to Anko.

�Harry� for
goodness sake�s Harry� wake up! This girl has bewitched
you!� Ginny cried.

Harry shook his
head. �Ginny� I am truly sorry. But I was in a
relationship with Anko first. You have to understand when I married you I did
not know my son had been born, and you did tell me you were pregnant at the
time. I fully accept the consequences of my actions and of course you will be
given a weekly allowance, but I have to see to my son first. I will not have
Itachi growing up to hate me.�

�Harry�� she moaned. �But� we were going
to buy a manor.�

�Of course the
only thing you would think about is a bigger house. Honestly!�

�I will still buy
the manor for you. However, I will not be living in it. I will set you up with
a house elf, which I expect to be maintained.�

�The crowd began
to whisper again as Harry made a great show of a heavy sigh, took off his
wedding ring, placed it in the redheads hand and took the dark haired woman�s
hand.

Ginny stood
trembling in anger, watching the dark haired bitch leave with her� ex,
husband.� They had their vows written in
such a way that willingly taking off the wedding ring constituted a divorce�
she had been so confidant� so confidant she could keep him. Now he was walking
away with another woman and she couldn�t stand it! She reached for hr wand.

�Master.�
Anko purred lowly.

�I see her.� Harry
responded, pulling out his own wand.

�Avada-�

�Expelliarmus!�
Harry said, catching her wand mid-spell. �Ginny, how can you just tyr and kill someone in cold blood
like that?� Harry said, pretending to be shocked.

�Cold
blood? Cold blood! She stole you, Harry, right from under my nose!�

�I have been
exceedingly patient! I bought things we didn�t need or I did not even want
because you felt you needed them to be secure. I told you I wanted a family,
you bargain with the lives of our
future children for more clothes, gold, houses! I
waited for you for five years, Ginny. Five long years, during which time I was
so busy being with you I hardly saw my own son. Anko
has been patient, and even now, she wants to marry me not for my fame or
fortune, but because she wants what is best for Itachi, as I do!�

�Then why did you
marry me!�

�Because
I loved your parents as my own. It made them happy to see you and me together.
It kept us all from drifting apart� but as much as I love you all like family,
I have a family of my own now. You tried to kill the mother of my son. Aurors,
please, arrest her.�

�You know what? I
don�t think you have a son! I never heard of Itachi before! You made him up,
bitch, made Harry believe it� some kind of mind altering spell!�

�Portalis.�
Harry drawled, and a picture of a huge, sprawling manor filled the west wall.
In front of a small fountain, sitting in the light of the full moon and chewing
on the end of a quill with a blot of ink on his nose, was a small, dark haired
boy, with medium green eyes. �This, Ginny,� Harry said. �Is my son, Itachi. He
turns six tomorrow.�

Ginny stared at
the picture, or what she thought was a picture, until the boy looked up and a
bright smile played across his features. He ran towards the �screen�, and in a
moment, Ginny fell�
down as she watched the boy run to his parents.

�Daddy, Daddy!� he
cried out. �I knew you�d come!�

�See I�m right
here son. Your mum came and got me just like you asked.�

�Will you go away
again, Daddy?�

Harry looked to Ginny,
who as frantically shaking. �No, son. Not this time,
my little one.� And with that, he picked the boy up and walked to the portal,
stepping through to the enchanting Storm Manse.

End Chapter One.

Next chapter-
Harry moves his base, and we find out more about Anko and the mysterious child,
Itachi.

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