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Harry Potter and the Whore of Slytherin Chapter 2

Molly Weasley was busily cleaning the kitchen at the Burrow, preparing for Ron and Ginny's return, when she was startled by the appearance of Albus' head in the fireplace.

"Is Ron all right?" she asked, paling. She knew they hadn't been telling her everything about his injuries, she knew she should have insisted they tell her everything, and now he was back in the Hospital Wing, or maybe at St. Mungo's—

"No, Molly, your son is perfectly fine, as are your daughter and Miss Granger," Albus replied, calmly. "Could you join me in my office for a few moments? I fear I need to ask you for a favor, and a sacrifice."

"Is it Harry?" she asked, before realizing what it must be about. "Of course we'll take him in! You don't even need to ask, Albus, you should know that."

The old wizard sighed, wearily. "Alas, Molly, I fear that Harry must return to his relatives at least this one more time, as much as I would like for him to never see them again."

Molly started in surprise. This was the first time Albus had ever indicated to her that he considered those muggles a write-off, even if she agreed with him. "Then what is it?"

"If you'll join me, I would be glad to explain," Albus said. "I do not feel comfortable discussing it via the Floo system."

Molly nodded, understanding. After what that horrible woman had done....

"I'll be right there," she said, reaching for the floo powder as his head vanished. "Albus Dumbledore's office!"

"Ah, Molly, it's good to see you," Albus said, offering her a lemon drop. At her refusal, he motioned her to a seat before taking one of his own.

She was startled to see him hesitate, seeming at a loss for words; she'd never known him to be so tentative. Finally, he sighed.

"Molly, I truly do not know how to tell you... perhaps I should simply be blunt, as I fear there is no way to break this news gently. Earlier today, I was approached by one of Harry's fellow students, who informed me that she feared he was in danger of taking his own life if something was not done."

Molly gasped, paling. "Albus, no!" she protested. "Surely he isn't... he wouldn't...."

Albus regarded her over his glasses sadly. "After some discussion, Minerva agreed with her," he said, wearily. "I, too, fear she is correct; he has more weighing on him than merely his godfather's death."

Molly set her jaw. "Then he's coming to the Burrow with us, and that's final," she said. "If he's... if he's suicidal, you cannot send him back to those... those muggles. They'll have pushed him over the edge before the week's out! I won't stand for it, do you hear me? I won't!"

Albus sighed. "He must go back, Molly. His very life depends on it."

"His life depends on having people who love him around him!" she said, raising her voice. "No, Albus, I won't tolerate it!"

"As it happens," he said mildly, the twinkle returning to his eye, "I agree with you. He needs support, if he is to come through this difficult time unharmed, mentally or physically. As it also happens, the young woman who brought the problem to my attention also proposed a solution, one I intend to implement, with a few minor changes, if you agree."

"Oh?" Molly asked. "What was that?" She had a sudden, sinking suspicion she knew who had brought it up, and what the proposed solution would be. She had no intention of allowing Ginny to spend the summer alone and unchaperoned with Harry. It simply wouldn't be right.

"She proposed to return to his relative's home with him, so that he would not be alone," Albus said.

"Absolutely not!" Molly said. "The very idea is indecent! Ginny will not be spending the summer alone with a teenage boy, even Harry!"

Dumbledore regarded her sadly. "As it happens, your daughter was not the young woman in question."

"Oh," Molly said, stopped in her tracks. "I'm... it's still indecent," she insisted. "Even if it's not Ginny."

"Indeed, it is," Dumbledore said. "I had hoped to procure your permission for Ginevra to accompany them, but I fear you will be unwilling."

"Well... if they aren't alone... it still isn't right, but if it's what Harry needs... if it means he won't be alone... and Hermione is a sensible young girl... although I don't know how Ron will react to her being with Harry all summer when he can't be there... surely he could go as well?" Molly asked.

"I fear you are still under a misapprehension," Albus said, gently. "It was not Miss Granger to whom I referred, although it was a logical assumption, indeed more logical than the truth."

Molly blinked, confused. "Then... who was it?"

"Surprisingly enough, it was Miss Parkinson," he said, holding up his hand to stop her immediate protest. "And before you say it, I understand you do not trust her. Indeed, I would not myself, had it not been for the fact that the first thing she did was to request I administer Veritaserum. I declined, of course, but after hearing her news I decided that perhaps I should revisit my decision. Under the influence of Veritaserum, she revealed that she has never truly believed in the methods, or even the goals, of Voldemort and his pure-blood fanatics. She simply felt she had no choice, and turned her attention to ensuring her assets bought her as much freedom as possible in the marriage she expected her parents to arrange for her."

"Albus, surely you can't believe her!" Molly protested. "She's a Slytherin!"

He closed his eyes for a moment, a pained expression on his face, before looking her in the eye. "She is, indeed. Need I remind you, however, that Peter Pettigrew was a Gryffindor? If we allow ourselves to fall into the trap of condemning people merely because of the house they were sorted into when they were eleven, we become no better than the Death Eaters."

Molly opened her mouth to protest, but stopped as she saw the pain in his eyes. "I... understand," she said reluctantly. "I don't like it, though."

"No," he agreed. "I imagine you don't. And you'll like what I'm about to tell you even less, I would imagine."

"What?" she asked cautiously.

"Miss Parkinson informed us that, if it was, in her opinion, needed, she fully intended to engage in sexual relations with Harry. She feels that he could not remain suicidal if he had, as she put it, 'something to live for'."

Molly's mouth dropped open, and she felt her face reddening. "ALBUS DUMBLEDORE! How could you even consider such a thing! You'll do no—"

She was cut off as he stood suddenly, his power radiating from him in waves. "I will do anything to keep Harry alive, Molly!" he said coldly, leaning forward. "Anything. If Miss Parkinson giving herself to him is what's needed, then I will gladly arrange for it to happen!"

Molly shrank back, shocked at his intensity, and stared at him for a moment before paling. "The prophecy," she said. "It was about Harry, wasn't it? He's... he's the one who has to face V-V-V— Him."

Albus sank back into his chair wearily. "Indeed. The precise wording of the prophecy is still secret, but that much Voldemort knows. Why do you think he went after James and Lily?" He sighed. "Harry must not be allowed to fall into despair, Molly. Anything that makes him want to live... He must want to live, Molly. He must."

Molly frowned. Something didn't make sense. "There's more, isn't there?" she asked. "Can you tell me?"

He hesitated. "In detail, no. In general, however... I believe I can, at least portions. You may not wish to know, however."

She shook her head, firmly. "No. He's just a boy, but... but that hasn't ever stopped He-Who— Voldemort." Her voice shook as she forced herself to say the name, and a chill ran down her spine, but she succeeded. "That hasn't ever stopped him from coming after Harry, has it?" she asked.

"No," Albus said sadly. "It hasn't."

"Then I want to know," Molly said. "As much as you can tell me."

Albus hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Very well. There are a limited set of outcomes to Harry's battle with Voldemort. He can lose, he can win but die himself, he can win but lose everything he cares about, he can win and be happy, or... he can win, only to fall to darkness himself, becoming a worse Dark Lord than Voldemort. Of those, his happiness is the least likely. There is only one, very narrow path which leads to it."

"And you think this is that path?" Molly asked. "I don't see how you think she could be a good influence on him...."

"'Whorish angel, of darken'd aspect'," Albus said softly, as if quoting. "I believe that to refer to Miss Parkinson, yes. There is another piece I believe to refer to your daughter." He hesitated. "Molly, is Ginevra still infatuated with Harry?"

Molly hesitated. "She says she's not, and she's been dating other boys...."

"But?" Albus prompted.

"But if I had to say, I'd say she's still carrying a torch for him," Molly said reluctantly. "I don't know if she could handle seeing him with someone else... like that."

Albus sighed. "Molly, I must tell you... I feel it likely that if you agree, and if Ginevra is indeed the other person referred to, she will... choose to become intimate with Harry this summer, given the opportunity. However, should she be the person referred to, and should events come to pass as I so desperately hope, I can promise you that they will be happy together, amazingly so."

Molly flushed. "How dare you!" she snapped. "Ginny's only fourteen! She's far too young to even consider that!"

Albus gave her a sad smile. "Alas, I fear that is no longer the case," he said. "But even if it were... I do not believe it matters. If she is destined for him, our choice is as simple as deciding whether or not to take his only chance at happiness away from him. It's not what you or I would want, perhaps, but Voldemort's return means that we do not have the luxury of wishing for a world we do not have. If you forbid them to see each other, as I know would have been your first reaction had I not forewarned you, the consequences could be disastrous for Harry." He regarded her gently. "I believe you must choose between what is right, and what is easy. I know it cannot be easy to consider this, but I do believe it to be in Harry's best interest. I truly believe it may be his one chance at happiness.

Molly bit her lip, closing her eyes, her instincts fighting with each other, her desire to protect Harry battling her desire to protect Ginny. She couldn't bring herself to condone what Albus was proposing, but the idea of condemning Harry to a life of despair and pain horrified her.

Finally, she raised her eyes to meet his again. "All right," she said.

"I've decided."