Divorce Court
Harry stares at the paper. All there was left to do was sign his name, and there would be no going back.
He was getting home early from work. He didn't have to finish as many incident reports as he had thought, allowing him and his workers to go home two hours before they were scheduled to. Ginny was interviewing the members of the Chudly Cannons on their last game of the season for the Daily Prophet, so she wouldn't be home for hours. That left Harry to do whatever he wanted for a bit. He apparated to his front door and opened it quietly, if he woke the owl she would think it's time to eat now, but she doesn't need to be fed until six. He quietly walks down the hall and enters his bedroom to change into lounge wear. Immediate regret consumed his mind and he wishes he had never opened that door. What he saw when he walked in the room was not the neatly made bed that he had left that morning. Instead he found his wife, Ginny, reclined on her back, and lip-locked with a woman with long, messy blonde hair.
He couldn't say a word before Ginny was yelling something along the lines of,"It's not what it looks like!" But it was. That one moment was the domino that initiated the collapse of his life.
Harry runs a hand through his hair and glances at the Goblin, anxiously awaiting his signature on the paper. Then, suddenly, Harry no longer cares. He doesn't care that he has nowhere to go. He doesn't care that Ginny ended up finding him so unremarkable that she would rather be with Luna. He doesn't even care that everyone knew and no one told him. In all honestly, Luna deserves Ginny, and Ginny deserves Luna. Ever since they were in school, the two had found their way back to one another, spare moments were not spent with their spouses, but with eachother. On their wedding night, Ginny had disappeared for a few hours, Charlie discovered her and Luna out back, dancing to the muted music. The first dance with the maid of honor, Ginny had said. It seems stupid in hindsight, that he couldn't tell. Harry's never been the best at taking hints, sure, but this is just embarrassing. He is happy that Ginny could be with someone who makes her happy, because Harry clearly never did. The only thing Harry would ever be is TheChosen One. Just a trophy. Just something to flaunt. "Yes I'm the one who charmed The Chosen One. I was the one The Chosen One fell in love with. I'm the one who slept with The Chosen One." He is nothing more than bragging rights, and he never would be. Harry presses the quill to the paper, and writes the messiest, most careless signature he ever had.
Hunn Pomm
With that, the Goblin announced that the divorce was final, and Harry walk right out of Gringots, passing no one, especially not Ginny, a glance.
He didn't know what to do or where to go after stopping by the house, Ginny's house, to pick up his stuff. He quickly realized he couldn't apperate with his belongings so he'd have to take a train, which meant he had to find somewhere to go, now. Arriving at the train station was the easy part, picking which train to take was the hard part. After a moment of consideration he decides to take a chance, and prays that he'll be welcome. He buys his ticket and boards the train with his belongings. His whole life, everything he'd ever known, in two trunks and a suitcase. Thats all it took to dispose of him. About how many knuts that could fit in a glass soda bottle was all he was worth. The Chosen One, adored by all, but never anyone's first choice. By the time the train slowed to a standstill, Harry had gone through everything he hated about himself and everyone he had disappointed, and suddenly, he feels like he wouldn't be wanted where he was going. He wasn't good enough for Ginny, or Luna, or Neville, or even his aunt and uncle. Dudley hadn't even bothered to invite him to Vernon's funeral. His steps were heavy as he walked the pathway he hadn't in months. Levitating his luggage behind him, he wondered if he maybe should've sent an owl before hand, but it was too late now, he was at the front door. He dropped the trucks behind him and put his wand away. The smoke billowing from the chimney told him that the residents were home, warm, probably having a nice family meal together, not even thinking about him. He shouldn't have come, this is wrong. He turns to leave but the door opens and slams on the wall harshly. He flinches and turns around.
"Harry, you're here!" An excited, feminine voice exclaims as he is enveloped in a hug, bushy brown hair pressed into his face.
"Hello, Hermione." He smiles a bit and hugs her back, feeling warm at the touch.
"'Mione, who is it?" A familiar voice calls from within the house. A head of ginger hair pokes out of the doorway. "Harry!"
Ron also throws his long, lanky arms around Harry, squeezing him a little too tight. Both of the Weaselys let go of Harry and usher him in urgently, Hermione levitating Harry's belongings in as well.
"Why didn't you tell us you were coming? We would've cleaned up more." Hermione says, mindlessly straightening out books that are already perfect.
"Sorry, it was sort of a last minute decision..." Harry trails off as Ron opens one of his trunks and gawks at the amount of contents.
"Bloody hell, Harry, how long are you planning on staying? Is Ginny gonna file a missing wizard's report?" Ron laughs a bit and glances up at him. Harry rubs his neck awkwardly and bites his cheek.
"Ginny and I... got divorced." He doesn't meet either of his friend's eyes. "Ginny got the house... I had no where to go... I'm sorry..."
Here it comes, here comes the rejection. Harry had prepared himself for a lot, to be turned away, the door slammed in his face. He had not, however, prepared for Hermione's arms around him once again.
"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry. Why didn't you tell us sooner?" There was no scolding in her words, no bite. Her words were calm and understanding. Compassionate.
"What happened, mate? Did Ginny... was there another man?" Ron's eyes are drenched confusion, anger, not directed towards Harry. No, this is the anger is reserved for annoying little siblings. This anger is for Ginny.
"Harry, it's okay, don't cry. Just talk to us." Cry? Is Harry crying? Why? Why is he crying? Hermione wipes a tear from his face with the base of her thumb. The gesture was so gentle, so kind. Had Hermione always been this kind?
"Mate, you gotta say something, C'mon." He hadn't spoken? Why were they so calm... why weren't they yelling at him? A hand rubs circles on his shoulder blade, another rests on his back.
"I... I..." His words that attempt to form are stopped by sobs. What had he done to deserve friends like this? "I... love... you."
He finally looks up at the bewildered faces of his best friends. "I love you two. So much."