Our Lives Are Not Our Own
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
7,076
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter One
Disclamers in Part 00
Part 01 - The Choice
A teacup could be heard hitting the table, "Ginny, it's not like I have a whole lot of choice in the matter!"
"Harry James Potter, you do to have a choice! You saved the collective asses of the wizarding world from you-know-who." ... "Voldemort" ... " You-Know-Who. They should be begging to do things for you, not forcing you to... to..."
"To give birth to four children, each by different fathers."
"I can't believe they're making you do this! It's... disgusting!"
"It's Wizarding Law Ginny. It has been done since the beginning. Even Merlin had children."
"I bet Dumbledore didn't have to do this."
"Actually, he did." A dejected sigh, "He seemed to like it so much, he gave birth to thirteen."
"Oh that's so disgusting. Women are the only ones who are supposed to give birth."
"So says the woman that doesn't want to have children."
"I am twenty-two years old, by the time my mother was my age she had already given birth to both Bill and Charlie. I don't want to turn into my mother and have seven children before I'm even forty."
"But you don't even want to have one. Ever. Or at least that's what you've been telling me since we moved in together and started talking about marriage."
"I want a career. I'm an Auror, I don't want to give up my job to raise children."
"You've tried that line before, remember? I said I'd stay home. It's not like anyone will hire me any way. Seems I'm only good for two things... giving the wizarding world the children they want and defeating Dark Lords." Another dejected sigh.
"Harry, you could just tell them to go bugger themselves. They didn't make you do it last time you defeated you-know-who."
"It's Voldemort. And of course they didn't. Ginny, I was only fifteen months old. By the time I was old enough for them to start badgering me about having babies, the bastard was back!" A scraping of a chair across the floor and footsteps moving a way from the argument.
"Don't you dare leave this room Harry."
"Look Ginny, this isn't getting us any where. You know as well as I do, I have to do this. With the men of their choice. According to the Minster, your father, I have to be at the rendezvous point for the first meeting in a couple of hours and I need to get ready."
"If you leave to go to that... that... 'meeting' then..."
"Than what?" the voice growing hard.
"Than don't expect me to be here when you get back."
A snort. "Go to Draco, Ginny. I know you two have been sleeping together for some time now. I just hoped you would come to your senses. Any way, it's only fitting that my girlfriend is sleeping with the son, if I'm going to have the fathers child.
"How dare you accuse..."
"Don't even start on that hurt little girl routine. It may have worked on your family, but it won't on me. If you didn't want people to know, you wouldn't have gone to 'Le Chat Noir' and kissed him on the ballroom floor. Didn't you think people would come to me? Or did you think I wouldn't care?"
Silence.
"I have to get ready. Lucius Malfoy doesn't strike me as one who likes to be kept waiting." Footsteps are heard again, "Remember, if you decide to leave, don't come back." A door closes and soft crying is heard.
Part 01 - The Choice
A teacup could be heard hitting the table, "Ginny, it's not like I have a whole lot of choice in the matter!"
"Harry James Potter, you do to have a choice! You saved the collective asses of the wizarding world from you-know-who." ... "Voldemort" ... " You-Know-Who. They should be begging to do things for you, not forcing you to... to..."
"To give birth to four children, each by different fathers."
"I can't believe they're making you do this! It's... disgusting!"
"It's Wizarding Law Ginny. It has been done since the beginning. Even Merlin had children."
"I bet Dumbledore didn't have to do this."
"Actually, he did." A dejected sigh, "He seemed to like it so much, he gave birth to thirteen."
"Oh that's so disgusting. Women are the only ones who are supposed to give birth."
"So says the woman that doesn't want to have children."
"I am twenty-two years old, by the time my mother was my age she had already given birth to both Bill and Charlie. I don't want to turn into my mother and have seven children before I'm even forty."
"But you don't even want to have one. Ever. Or at least that's what you've been telling me since we moved in together and started talking about marriage."
"I want a career. I'm an Auror, I don't want to give up my job to raise children."
"You've tried that line before, remember? I said I'd stay home. It's not like anyone will hire me any way. Seems I'm only good for two things... giving the wizarding world the children they want and defeating Dark Lords." Another dejected sigh.
"Harry, you could just tell them to go bugger themselves. They didn't make you do it last time you defeated you-know-who."
"It's Voldemort. And of course they didn't. Ginny, I was only fifteen months old. By the time I was old enough for them to start badgering me about having babies, the bastard was back!" A scraping of a chair across the floor and footsteps moving a way from the argument.
"Don't you dare leave this room Harry."
"Look Ginny, this isn't getting us any where. You know as well as I do, I have to do this. With the men of their choice. According to the Minster, your father, I have to be at the rendezvous point for the first meeting in a couple of hours and I need to get ready."
"If you leave to go to that... that... 'meeting' then..."
"Than what?" the voice growing hard.
"Than don't expect me to be here when you get back."
A snort. "Go to Draco, Ginny. I know you two have been sleeping together for some time now. I just hoped you would come to your senses. Any way, it's only fitting that my girlfriend is sleeping with the son, if I'm going to have the fathers child.
"How dare you accuse..."
"Don't even start on that hurt little girl routine. It may have worked on your family, but it won't on me. If you didn't want people to know, you wouldn't have gone to 'Le Chat Noir' and kissed him on the ballroom floor. Didn't you think people would come to me? Or did you think I wouldn't care?"
Silence.
"I have to get ready. Lucius Malfoy doesn't strike me as one who likes to be kept waiting." Footsteps are heard again, "Remember, if you decide to leave, don't come back." A door closes and soft crying is heard.