Harry Potter and related characters belong to J. K. Rowling.
Definition of Destiny
Just a warning to anyone wishing to read this, it's a bit of a slow burner, the first chapters are more introducing the ideas and how I am going to be writing the characters. The Drarry pairing will happen though, don't worry!
A reminder of the AU: events of the fourth year occurred differently, so that Voldemort did not return at the end of the tournament, meaning Sirius is still alive. In the process Wormtail was caught, meaning Sirius is free, and Harry's legal guardian.
Harry stared at the paper in front of him in shock. It can't be real, he told himself, it must be some sort of sick joke. He looked up at his Godfather, who had gone deathly pale, and started to shake a little.
"It's a joke, right?" he asked, desperation leaking into his voice, "This isn't actually a… a…" He couldn't even speak the terror of what was in front of him. Sirius nodded slowly, a grimace plastered on his face.
"Sorry, Harry, but it's real. I don't know if there is anything we can do, but I will try my best to stop it."
Harry swallowed and continued to stare at the contract. His marriage contract. His marriage contract to the Malfoy Heir. It had to be a joke.
Harry and Sirius walked into the lawyer's office with identical solemn expressions on their faces. Harry was still in shock, waiting for someone to tell him it was a dream or something. Sirius was concerned for his godson, after his initial outburst he had become withdrawn and quiet. He had been like this for three days, and he had the feeling this meeting wasn't going to help. If the Malfoy's couldn't stop this, and Sirius assumed they would be against this as much, if not more than Harry, then no one could stop this. The room the meeting was taking place in reflected the mood in an eerie way, black carpets and grey walls which seemed to suck the happiness out of life. There were several large cabinets, and a huge bookshelf, filled with big dusty volumes, dominated one wall. There was a portrait of a stuffy looking lawyer in a smart brown suit on the wall behind the desk. He awoke as Sirius and Harry entered, looked them up and down, turned his nose up at them, and then went back to sleep. Any other time this would have elicited some sort of response from Sirius, who hated those stuck up pureblood types, but his mind was focused on Harry, and on getting out of the room.
"Ah, Mr. Black, Mr. Potter, good to see you," the lawyer stated, looking anything but pleased to see them. He put out his hand, "I'm Mr. Knight. I heard you are in need of my services?"
Sirius reluctantly shook his hand and sighed, "I doubt you can help us, but we had to try. There is a marriage contract involving Harry, and we wondered if you could find any way of getting out of it."
Knight grimaced and shook his head, "I am afraid I know the contract that you speak of, and there are no loopholes or scapegoats, Mr Black. By the end of the week Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy will be legally each others fiancés. They will then have one year after they have finished school to complete the marriage. Of course, they may marry before then, that is merely the deadline."
Knight stared at them with emotionless eyes, except maybe for boredom. He had seen this case already, there was nothing to be done, and more importantly, no money to be made. Sirius glared at the lawyer, who shivered as he let out a noise that could only be described as a growl. He pulled Harry out of his chair and dragged him out the room. Harry could barely put one front in front of the other as they left. Reality started to sink in, and it was accompanied by dread, fear and a terrible sinking feeling.
Tension wasn't much better in the Malfoy household. Draco sat at his desk with his head in his hands. He groaned. He had accepted long ago that an arranged marriage was a possibility for him, and in the last year, an almost certainty. Lucius was always looking at the children of his business partners, and those high in the ministry. Not that he would marry Draco off to just anyone. They would have to be smart, rich, with a good family and reputation for a start. They would also need to be attractive, especially as they would be having the next Malfoy heir. Whilst Lucius was not totally against a male partner for Draco, with pregnancy potions and a new acceptance in the wizarding world, but he would prefer a female, he likes the tradition. However he accepted that perhaps a male could be better, as many pureblood families, like theirs, had one heir, who was a male, therefore a male candidate could be useful. He had not exclusively said this to Draco of course, but Draco knew many of the families in consideration, and probably figured this out.
Draco pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled, at least Potter met his family's expectations, rich with a good reputation. Draco was unsure of his grades, but knew Potter wasn't a failure, he was, of course, good enough to be Draco's enemy. Potter was not pureblooded, which of course had its issues, but Lucius had been less strict on the matter recently. Not on muggleborns, he stood strong against them, but many influential families had members joining with half-bloods and muggleborns, so his attitude was somewhat forced to change. Besides, Potter would be the Black heir, and they were a very powerful family.
He shook his head. He had been trying to think of all the positives of having Potter as his fiancé. He had been practicing it for a long time, with all of those he knew his father had his eye on. His father had the final say, and Draco did this so that he could be happy with the arranged marriage, to focus on how it is beneficial could lead him to believe that maybe he could be happy with whatever choice was made. But Potter just wouldn't work. He tried to think of the good points, but then he remembered who he was talking about, the Gryffindor golden boy, and he would feel desperation again. Draco had admitted to himself that he was gay last year, however had never acted on it. Pansy was the only one who knew, and even then she only believed he was bisexual. They were really close friends, but he recognised the look in her eyes. She wouldn't act on it, of course, but he knew that she was hoping he would change his mind one day. But she was like a sister to him. Slowly, she was coming to terms with this, but she was still possessive over girls who talked to him. He couldn't even imagine her reaction to this news.
While Potter's gender did not matter, they had been enemies for years. Sure, it started on something petty, but their hatred grew. Admittedly, Draco didn't actually feel hate for the boy, hate was a very strong word after all, but more of an annoyance when he saw him. Saw how he bested Draco, how people admired him for something he wasn't even aware of doing as he was just a baby, how he always seemed to get away with anything. Most importantly, was how he looked down at Draco, as if he was less than him. Grudgingly, Draco realised, he himself did this to others as well, but what right did Potter have to do this to him, Draco Malfoy.
The Malfoy's had tried, of course, to get rid of the contract, but to no avail. Even with the world's best lawyers at the beck and call, and Lucius' power in the ministry nothing could be done. It was a very well written contract, and magically binding at that. Draco shuddered.