My Choice {Tomarry}

One Shot

OKAY SO. BASICALLY, IT'S THE FINAL BATTLE, NOBODY DIED. (YET)

HARRY IS 17 HERE, THOUGH HE IS ALREADY A LEGAL ADULT AT 14 AS HIS PARTICIPATION IN THE TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT EMANCIPATED HIM. 

Warning! CASTRATION AND BLOOD

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Albus Dumbledore is livid. 

Where had everything gone wrong?

Everything was going so well. Everything he planned was going so well. The wizarding world is worshipping him, to the point of declaring him the next Merlin. Harry Potter, his lovely weapon, moulded through abuse and neglect, is under his thumb, and when the boy dies, Dumbledore will be filthy rich through his magical guardianship. 

But now everything is falling apart. 

He planned for everything. Every scenario he can think of. and yet, he never thought to factor in this possibility. 

The possibility of Voldemort being a creature, taking in a consort, one he claims as his mate.

Albus wants to pull his hair out. If that's true, then said consort, dubbed the dark Queen is untouchable, which led to his plans on manipulating and using the consort for his own gain thrown out the wondow. Wizarding World's ultimate law when it comes to creatures is that 'No one gets to harm a creature's mate and lives. For if one tries to do so, Lady Magik herself would not protect them from revenge.' A law which Lady Magik herself placed upon since before Merlin's time. 

Which irritated Albus to no end. Why. Why would Lady Magik lower herself and protect such nasty, impure, dark creatures? (This hurt to write.) 

That's not even the least of his problems. He can hear the commotions in the great hall where he knows Voldemort is at.

The boy, the Golden Boy, the saviour of the wizarding world is missing, his relatives found mutilated with raw magic, one that is completely untraceable, and the boy's blood is everywhere, the body nowhere to be found. 

The war is here, Voldemort, his mate and his army are in the castle and his bloody weapon has been missing for months! 

Albus wants to curse everything. But for now, he has this to deal with. He got up and left his office, not noticing the look of disgust sent to him by Fawkes, his 'familiar,' with one thought in his mind. 

Where did everything go wrong?

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Albus is shocked, to say the least. He walked in the great hall, arm wand up, a curse waiting on his lips, but he froze from the doorway where he was to see the entire great hall eating peacefully. Even the teachers, especially Minerva and Severus, whom were known to be his staunch supporter and his hidden spy respectively

Nobody seemed to have noticed his arrival, so he took the chance and looked around, further shocking himself.

Instead of divided students in fear, he was met with mingling.

The division between houses that he had worked so hard to create had seemingly disappeared into thin air. He could feel his mouth drop further the more he looked around the Great Hall. While it was no secret that Slytherins watch over Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, (even the weaker Gryffindors, as much as Albus doesn't want to admit it,) the Snakes had never outright sat anywhere but their house table. And yet, here they are, sitting everywhere, even at the Gryffindor table. Gryffindors, even the bullies, are sitting everywhere as well, even with the Badgers, whom were known to be their favourite house to pick on.