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CHOSEN ONE HARRY POTTER AND EX-HOLYHEAD HARPIES CHASER GINEVRA WEASLEY GO THEIR SEPARATE WAYS - WHAT CAUSED THE RIFT BETWEEN THE GOLDEN COUPLE?
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CHOSEN ONE HARRY POTTER SEES CUSTODIAL RIGHTS RESCINDED IN MESSY DIVORCE TRIAL WITH EX-WIFE - POTTER’S MENTAL INSTABILITY CITED AS MAIN FACTOR IN DECISION
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QUESTIONS RAISED ABOUT HEAD UNSPEAKABLE’S MENTAL APTITUDE FOR THE JOB FOLLOWING RECENT CUSTODY BATTLE - IS THE CHOSEN ONE UP TO THE TASK DURING SUCH A DEMANDING TIME IN HIS LIFE?
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Harry Potter was a broken man. Following the war, he had decided to become an Unspeakable in order to research the Veil which had taken his godfather from him. For a while, he thought he couldn’t have been happier. He had a job which he loved, he was happily married, and he had a child on the way.
Then, he got the promotion he had been clamouring after for years - Head Unspeakable. It had been what he had always wanted, but once he had it, he didn’t feel the satisfaction he had been expecting. Instead, he felt… empty.
He had been chasing this for so long, but now that he had it, he began to wonder if this was really what he wanted. Had he made the wrong choice? Was there something else he may have been better suited to, such as being an Auror, maybe even a professor at Hogwarts? He didn’t have an answer for either of these questions, and it slowly began to eat him up.
The things he had learned as Head Unspeakable played on his mind heavily, and he began to flounder with the weight of so many secrets on his shoulders. His marriage was coming apart at the seams, as he spent more and more time in the Department of Mysteries, and less and less time at home.
He still loved Ginny, and he loved his children with all his heart, but he couldn’t trust himself around them. Whenever he spoke to them, the things he knew always threatened to come to the forefront. Things which were unthinkable, and kept hidden for good reason. He only wished that they could have been kept hidden from himself.
It came as no surprise when Ginny served him with divorce papers, but it hurt all the same. It hurt further still when his children were taken away from him, and Harry found himself contemplating, not for the first time, what the point in it all was.
Was it really worth going on, after everything he had lost? He had lost his family three times now; his birth family had died when he was one, his chosen family when he was sixteen, and now the family which he had built for himself at twenty-eight had fled from him. It just felt like, no matter what he did, he was destined to lose whatever he built for himself.
That was the thought that had been on his mind when he was patrolling the room with the Veil, and he felt its pull more strongly than he normally did. Unable to resist its compulsion, he approached and sat down in front of it. The voices were sickly sweet today, telling him everything that he wanted to hear.
“Come be with us, Harry,” his mother’s voice crooned.
“We can start all over again. You’ll have the family you were always supposed to,” his father’s voice whispered.
The Veil rippled, and Harry swore he saw the impression of Sirius’ face from the other side. Just for a moment, before it disappeared again.
“You could bring me back, Harry. It would be so easy,” Sirius’ voice whispered, softer than it had ever been in life.
Harry didn’t think, as was his usual downfall. Before he had time to reconsider, he was on his feet, bridging the gap between himself and the Veil. Before his mind could catch up, he was diving, and he sailed straight through the curtain of the Veil. No-one in the Department of Mysteries was any the wiser, and news would not break of the Saviour of the Wizarding World’s disappearance until the morning. Of course, the moment he had gone through the Veil, it had already been too late.