A/N- Short chapter. I'm going to be chopping and changing between the two scenarios until there isn't a point anymore. I know it's a dry start but it will get better folks. Just bear with me and review if you wish. Catch you all later.
2. The Divorce
"I want a divorce."
Looking up from his report on current affairs, Harry Potter stared at his young wife with a tired bewilderment. He had no energy to look completely shocked but he still looked surprised and somewhat confused. Seeing that she did not look in a mood that was going to be calmed easily, he put his quill down on his desk and folded his arms together and leaned back in his leather chair. There was so much determination on her face, Harry had this feeling that she might get her own way.
"You want a what?" Harry asked her, just to make sure he had heard correctly. She might have just said that she wanted a 'big horse' and thought that he would stop her.
"A divorce. You know…that contract that says we are no longer married and are free to get on with the rest of our lives. It's what I want."
"I don't understand Ginny. Why?"
The last of the seven Weasley siblings flicked her red hair out of her face and glared at her husband in annoyance. Ginny had been married to Harry for five years and she wanted out. As she stood there her arms crossed over her shoulders and her shoes tapping the floor impatiently, she couldn't fathom the reason that had made her marry him in the first place.
"You never noticed I moved out."
"Of course I noticed. I just hoped you might come back home."
Harry was lying through his teeth and as Ginny scoffed, he realised that she knew that. The fact she had left home was news to him. It didn't surprise him though that he hadn't noticed. Whenever he was at their home in the outskirts of Hogsmeade, he stayed mostly in his study and sometimes even slept there. He spent most of his time at the office and at his London apartment though for more convenient access to and from work. It saved him the price of Floo Powder and living in London was more exciting that settling in Hogsmeade.
"Liar. You never noticed because for the past year, your love of work has gotten so much you completely ignore me. It was bearable at first but now I can't stand it. I come from a big family, you know that, so I don't particularly enjoy being alone."
"I haven't completely ignored you!" Harry protested in his defence. This only irritated Ginny more as she slammed down a piece of paper in front of his papers.
"You have Harry. We don't talk anymore, we don't go out unless it's for publicity. I managed to have a divorce contract drawn up without you or your lawyers noticing. This is the first time in a whole month we've come face to face and actually said more than a few words."
"That is not true."
"Yes it is Harry and you know it is! For example, when was the last time we had sex?"
Now here Ginny had a point. Harry frowned as he tried to remember how long ago…it had been at the baptism of Bill's third daughter of the five children he already had and that had been almost a year ago. Harry grimaced as he dared to meet Ginny's eyes. A year was perhaps too long for even a married couple.
"Why does the sex matter?"
Ginny flung her arms up in exasperation. Marrying him had to be the worst mistake of her life.
"Don't you want a family Harry? We've been married five whole bloody years and it looks like you want to wait until you're old and in need of a hip replacement before you think of having kids."
"Of course I want a family. I just can't have one now. Not with this new workload and the bill I've just passed. I'm going to be up to my neck in work."
"See what I mean? Work, work, and even more bloody work. Do I mean nothing to you?"
"Of course you do. You're my wife. I wouldn't have married you if you meant nothing to me."
"Yesyou would," Ginny muttered darkly. This comment caused Harry to lean forward and stare at Ginny, his emerald eyes trying to figure out what had gone wrong so wrong in his marriage that would make Ginny say that. So he spent a tad too much time at work but as the new Minister of Magic and former Head of the Auror Department it was inevitable. He just wished Ginny had dropped some kind of hint she was feeling this way. He might have taken a holiday or something.
"What makes you say that?"
"I'm not stupid, I've seen what you plan to do. You plan to pardon people from the Second War. That means pardoning Siobhan and we both know if you had the choice between me and her, she would win hands down with no competition."
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his jet black hair, making it stick up more than it already did. He wished he was back in Siberia hunting down stray Death Eaters than arguing with his wife not to make him sign the piece of paper that sat in front of him on the desk. Ginny was a lot more frightening and her tone of voice was colder than Siberian nights at the moment.
"I married you Ginny, is that not enough?"
"So you aren't denying it? You aren't denying that's the reason why you're bringing back all those exiled? You just want to see Siobhan again," Ginny demanded, on the verge of tears. How could she have been so blind? Then again he had always been blind to many things Harry.
"I'm offering people a second chance, Siobhan included. Remember that she has Emily. It wouldn't be fair on her if she grew up a Muggle when all the while she could make an excellent witch. Pansy Parkinson has a son who can't show his face in public without being reminded who his father was. I want to give even Percy a second chance Ginny."
"If Siobhan wasn't included in all those, would you still have done it so soon after becoming Minister?"
"Maybe not as soon but-"
"Aha! I knew it! Just sign the damn papers Harry and stop dragging everything out. I have a life to live."
With one last glance at his wife, Harry picked up his quill.
"As you wish."