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Harry was sixteen and desperate. His godfather was dead, and he was being forced to fight a war that his parents died to keep him safe from. Sure, they died to keep him safe from Voldemort, but he was pretty sure that they would be okay with his plan. He didn’t want to fight. He didn’t want to die. And so, he was going to do what he had been doing most of his life: survive no matter the cost. He could see the writing on the wall, Voldemort was going to win. So now he just had to find a way to get onto the winning side and sure they murdered people but at least they didn’t keep sending him back to an abusive household.
Therefore Harry had a plan. It was simple and yet dreadfully difficult for him to carry out. The sooner he implemented it the better.
Harry was going to marry a Death Eater.
He was sixteen which meant that he was of marriageable age in the muggle world (with his guardian’s permission but he was sure that if he told his relatives they would be more than happy to agree because it meant that they would be free of him). He was gay so the death eater would have to be a man which would have been difficult if he wasn’t a barer meaning that he could give whatever death eater he would marry an heir. He had wealth too which was a plus and well having Harry on their side would cement their win.
So yeah now all he needed was a Death Eater willing to marry a sixteen year old boy saviour.
"You have a few options Mr Potter." The Griphook told him as he pulled out some parchment. "We have passed on your request to the Dark Lord as you asked as well as the provisional marriage contract that you had drawn up. He responded with a list of Death Eaters that would be willing to marry you or at the very least, those that would be willing to discuss a contract with you."
"Well that's more positive than I was expecting." Harry confessed, relaxing in his chair slightly. "I honestly expected to be laughed at."
"Oh no, in fact his Dark Lordship was rather pleased. You will be single handily winning him the war after all." The goblin's smile was all teeth.
"Right." He sighed and then steeled himself. "Lets see who wants to marry me then, shall we?"
"It isn't a very long list." He was warned as the parchment was handed over to him.
"Honestly, the fact that any of them want to marry me according to the contract I wrote is a surprise." He looked down at the list.
Draconis Malfoy, Age: 16.
Thorfinn Rowle, Age: 32.
Amycus Carrow, aged 28
Antonin Dolohov, aged 50
Vincent Crabbe, aged 16
Gregory Goyle, aged 16.
Marcus Flint, aged 18
Harry immediately struck through the names of his classmates. He disliked Malfoy and his two friends looked like trolls and were constantly at his beck and call. All good reasons to why the three were not ideal husband material. So that left the ‘actual’ death eaters. They were all much older than him but he could live with that. He drew a line through Dolohov though because 50 was a bit too old. That left him with three.
Marcus Flint, Amycus Carrow and Thorfinn Rowle.
“Would it be possible to arrange a meeting with these three?” Harry asked after circling the last three names. “I would like to have a conversation with each of them before going any further.”
“Of course.” Griphook took the list back. Harry couldn’t tell what he thought about his selection as it was rather difficult to read the expression on a goblin’s face if you weren’t familiar with their mannerisms. “I shall let you know when they are available.”
“Thank you.” Harry stood. “I’m currently residing in the Pottery.” It was a Potter’s property that he had discovered that he had access to earlier that summer when he originally got the idea.”
“Yes, Mr Potter. I remember.” Griphook nodded. “I will send you a letter with the details of the meetings.”
“Thank you,” Harry smiled and left the office. He felt slightly lighter knowing that his plan was progressing. Did he feel upset that he was more than likely condemning himself to a loveless marriage? Not really. He may have known love when he was first born but he grew up with the Dursleys and well any love they had was never directed towards him. He didn’t know what romantic love was but he was possessive of what was his. Whoever ended up as his husband would have to agree to an infidelity clause, there was no way that he would allow his husband to get his dick wet with someone else. They would be his and his alone.
That wasn't the normal frame of mind for a sixteen year old and Harry knew that but he would like to point out that he killed someone when he was eleven and lost everything he has ever loved. His friends only half count as they both more or less abandoned him in his fourth year so he never truly let them back into his 'heart'. However, once his husband, whoever that will end up being, signs that contract they are HIS.
Harry got a letter the next morning summoning him to the bank once more to meet with his prospective husbands. He dressed in his absolute best. He had snuck off to that posh robe shop on Diagon Alley earlier during the summer for some clothes that actually fit him and while there he splurged on a couple of formal robes. So he was dressed in a stunning deep green robe that the sales lady told him brought out the colour of his eyes when he arrived at the bank.
He was led straight back to the room that he had been in the day only Griphook wasn’t the only being in the room. Three men stood at least two meters apart from each other with their arms crossed looking grumpy. That was promising...not.
“Good morning gentlemen, thank you for agreeing to meet with me.” Harry greeted the room.
The man that he recognised to be a fully grown Marcus Flint looked him up and down with a leer. “Nice to see you finally wised up, Potter.” Yeah, no. He just removed himself from contention.
“Not interested, Flint.” Harry sighed and shook his head. He stepped away from the doorway. “I’m sorry to have wasted your time.”
“Excuse me?!” He snarled, clearly offended.
“I like my men a little more mature.” He raised an eyebrow as the boy, he honestly couldn’t be considered a man, all but threw a tantrum. “You are merely proving my point.”
“Mr Flint, you have been asked to leave.” Griphook stood up from the desk looking prepared to call in security.
“Do you know who I am?” Flint demanded.
“A brat.” A blond Adonis quipped. His muscular arms flexed as he unfolded his arms. Okay, Harry liked this one. “Now leave.”
“Fine.” Flint spat and stormed from the room. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
“And so that leaves us with Mr Rowle.” Griphook gestured to the blond Adonis. “And Mr Carrow.”
Carrow was thin and tall, kind of spindly looking and rather reminded Harry of a spider. He didn’t have anything against spiders but the pinched expression on his face reminded him a little too much of Snape. He would rather not kiss a Snape look alike but he wanted to give him a fair chance.
“You both would have received a copy of my ideal marriage contract.” Harry started. “I would like to hear your opinions on it.”
“If I was to agree to this I would have the infidelity clause removed.” Carrow stated bluntly. “I would want no more than one child and-”
“I’m going to stop you there.” Harry sighed. “The infidelity clause is non negotiable.”
“Then I too will take my leave.” Carrow bowed. “Thank you for your time.” And with that he was gone.
“And then there was one.” Rowle snorted. “For the record, I am fine with the clause.”
“And the rest of it?”
“I would suggest removing the bit about children.” He held up his hand to stop Harry from interrupting. “It's not because I do not want children but because things can be unpredictable and should the worst happen and you are unable to have children then that would cause the marriage to be annulled by magic and you would receive a penalty.”
“You raise a fair point.” Harry conceded. “I have to ask though, what made you agree to even consider marrying me?”
“I’m thirty two years old, unmarried and the last of my name. It is incredibly hard to find a male bearer and as a gay man I wasn’t inclined to lay with a woman to get an heir.”
“But you’re okay to wait two more years before trying to have kids?”
“I would prefer my spouse to be well educated rather than simply being a baby maker.” Rowle told him. “However, if you decided that you would prefer to be a househusband that is more than agreeable and the same is the reverse if you want a career.”
“Then let’s get this in writing.” Harry decided spontaneously. “The sooner I’m out of the war and country the better.”
“I have connections with Durmstrang and can have you transferred in time for the start of the next school year.” Rowle promised.
“Then let’s get married.”
Epilogue:
Harry graduated from Durmstrang. He wasn’t at the top of his class due to the substandard teachings of Hogwarts but he also wasn’t at the bottom. He had five NEWTS and was more than happy to leave his academic life behind.
His married life was going well and he had gotten to know Thorfinn rather well during the summer months and found that the man had a rather dry humour. He was also a ruthless murder and a Death Eater but he was always so gentle with Harry and for Harry who had never been handled with such care, that was all that mattered. Was that selfish? yes. Did he care? No.
His former friends were either dead or imprisoned or maybe they even surrendered while he was lying in bed with an attractive man cuddled against him. In the room next to them a baby cried. Both men groaned.
“Stay in bed, love.” Thorfinn told him. “I’ll feed the little monster.”
“Don't call our son a monster,” Harry mumbled and slapped his husband’s chest before turning back over. His eyes never opened to see the soft smile on his husband's face. He smiled to himself as he heard his husband in the nursery next door cooing at their darling Brynjar. He followed his husband’s naming tradition and gave their baby a Norwegian name. It meant Warrior in Armor and he rather liked it.
Harry Rowle-Potter would never regret the day that he decided to give into the darkness in his heart and say screw it to the war. He now had an extremely handsome husband and a cute little boy who was nearing two years old. He rested a hand on his stomach. He hadn't told Thorfinn yet but their little family was going to get another member.