Potter Politics

"Wow, Harry- that's a lot to take in," Molly said, on the verge of tears since learning of the hardships that Harry had to endure. She was so sad and confused that she wasn't sure what to do anymore. On one hand, Harry was a great guy, and her instant attraction towards him was like nothing she had ever felt before. But on the other hand, what the hell had she just gotten herself into? A magical world. Wands. Death Eaters. Some psychopath who wants to kill Harry and now her as well based merely on her association with him? What kind of life is that? It all just didn't seem real.

For the next several minutes, she continued her inner battle with herself. Was it fair that Harry should have to deal with this all by himself? Of course not. But did that mean that it was her job to fill?

But what life did she have back at home? She had few friends at school, most of the girls hated her because she dated their "ex-boyfriends" at some point during her life. And she didn't have too many male friends either because most of them were her ex-boyfriends. And then, she thought about her family. She had no siblings. Her parents were nice enough, and she loved them, but they were out of town three weeks a month. And when they went on vacation, they rarely took her with them. So her quality time spent with her parents was definitely few and far between.

But what helped her make this tough decision was when she thought about what she had to gain by being with Harry. This was assuming that everything he told her was true, and she was inclined to believe him based on the actual magic she saw him perform and most of all, something about him made her want to trust him.

First of all, he was famous. How cool would it be to be the girlfriend of one of the most famous guys in their world? Second of all, he was good-looking. He was definitely the hottest boyfriend she had ever had, and that was saying something. Thirdly, it sounded like he was incredibly rich. He mentioned something about a large inheritance, however, she did not press for details. It obviously wasn't the right time for that. And fourth of all, she really liked this guy!

She knew what she was going to do. She was going to stay with Harry. And she was going to make sure that Harry didn't have to mess with this Voldemort crap. And she didn't like this Dumbledore guy either. He made Harry live with his mean, nasty, ungrateful, (and possibly abusive) relatives to keep him safe! That was one of the dumbest things that she had ever heard. And Dumbledore seemed like a sneaky guy, too. Granted, had Dumbledore not made Harry stay at his relatives' home, she would have never gotten the chance to meet him. But what Harry needed was a nice, long, permanent vacation from all of this nonsense. She started dreaming about her possible future...

"Molly, are you ok?" Harry asked.

"Sure, Harry, just give me a minute. I mean, this is a lot to sorta take in, you know?" Molly replied, thinking about the best way to tell Harry about her idea.

"So, what do you think?"

"Well, I don't like this Dumbledore guy. If he's supposedly the most powerful wizard or whatever in the world, why can't he keep you safe at a place other than your aunt and uncle's? And why can't he just get rid of this Voldemort guy? It seems like he wants to control your life. And from the way you talked about him, it doesn't sound as if you like him either."

Harry gulped, he wasn't about to tell Molly the prophecy yet, after all, no one but his parents, Dumbledore, and himself knew its exact contents. So he started off, "I don't really know the answers to those questions myself. Apparently, there is some blood protection on my aunt's house, but you're right, I don't understand why I wouldn't be safe somewhere else. And it's not that he wants to control my life, it's just, he wants what's best for me, I think."

"Harry, I think it's time that you started making decisions for yourself. I mean, it's your life. You can't just sit around and do what this Dumbledore guy tells you all the time."

"So what do you think I should do, then?" Harry shot back in a slightly harsher tone than he intended.

Molly, however, didn't seem to notice, as she was trying to come up with the right words to say to Harry. "Well, Harry, here's what I think. This Voldemort guy wants to kill you, right?"

At this, Harry nodded his head.

"And aren't you sick of this Dumbledore guy always telling you what to do and making you live with your freakin' evil relatives for like forever? And didn't you say that your best friends were telling this Dumbledore guy what you're doing?"

Harry couldn't believe it. He either never realized or probably willfully ignored just how much Dumbledore had tried to possess him, although he was having similar thoughts just a few days ago. Hearing it said out loud made it suddenly seem more real. He was mad at Dumbledore a few days ago, but now that Molly had figuratively opened his eyes, he couldn't believe all the crap that Dumbledore had gotten away with doing to him.

"You're absolutely right. I can't believe I've been such an idiot. What do you think that we should do?" Harry asked her.

"I say we move to the United States. Imagine how much fun that would be. We could start our new lives there. No Voldemort, no Dumbledore, and no stupid, lying best friends. Just you and me. You wouldn't have to worry about being killed, that is- unless you make me mad," Molly said, with an almost Dumbledorish twinkle in her eyes and she stood up and gave Harry a kiss on the lips.

"I don't know Molly. I mean, I can't just leave everybody behind. I've got responsibilities and..."

"Shh!" Molly admonished him. "When was the last time you did something for yourself, Harry? Who are you leaving behind? Voldemort, Dumbledore, your "friends." Come on, Harry, there's nothing keeping you here but your stubborn attitude. It's time to move on."

"You know what, Molly. You're right. Let's go for it. First thing, tomorrow, let's head to the United States. I've got some money, we'll find a place to stay, and we'll figure out what we'll do from there. This is going to be the craziest thing I've ever done."

"Oh, thanks so much, Harry." Molly said, as she proceeded to pull Harry into an overdramatic hug.

"But we still have one problem."

"What's that, Harry?" Molly asked.

"We're going to have to deal with the Aurors." When he saw Molly's puzzled look, he continued," They're like the police. We're going to need to explain to them what had happened to the Death Eaters. And since you actually killed one of them, you'll probably be taken in for questioning."

Molly had been so caught up in learning about the magical world and Harry's "perks" that she forgot about the fight a couple hours ago that prompted all of this. She immediately became sick as she remembered what she had done earlier that evening, even though she had no regrets.

"Harry, what's going to happen?"

"We'll, actually, Dumbledore will probably send some members of the Order- that is, his people, to come check out the accident. He might even come out himself. I don't know. They'll probably check to make sure that we are all right, verify that the people caught are indeed Death Eaters, I have no idea how they do that, I guess they check for the Dark Mark, and then ask both of us to tell them what had happened."

"But Harry, how do they know that it was us that fought them?"

"Well, since I'm probably like the only wizard who lives in the area, and they know that the Death Eaters are after me, they can probably assume that I was somehow involved. Plus, I sent that letter with Hedwig, who is my owl. And they might even be able to trace my handwriting in the letter. Trust me, they'll know that I was somehow involved."

"But Harry, how will we be able to leave tomorrow morning if they take us in for questioning. Won't Dumbledore be watching out for you since you were attacked?" Molly asked him.

"Probably, I guess we might have to delay it a couple of days or so. We should just wait for this fiasco to blow through before we do anything, I guess."

"Harry, what would happen if we left before we were questioned?"

"Once again, I don't really know, I've never been in this situation before. I mean, they wouldn't have a warrant out for our arrest or anything, since we were defending ourselves against Death Eaters. We might make a lot of people mad, though. And eventually, the Ministry or Dumbledore or somebody would find us and then we'd have to explain why we ran away. Why?"

"Harry, what if we left tonight?"

"Are you serious? Tomorrow's rushing as it is. There's no way we'd be able to pull it off. Actually, I guess I could pack my stuff fairly quickly. But I don't know how we would get around Dumbledore, he's probably going to be here."

"I can get packed really quickly, too. What do you say, can we at least give it a try?" Molly begged, trying to give Harry her best sad puppy-eyed look.

"If we get caught, do you have any idea how much trouble we'd get in? Who knows what they would do to us."

"Harry, how much more can they do to you. You're already stuck with your good-for-nothing relatives, and didn't you say you're famous? Famous people get away with everything. Stop worrying about it. Where's your sense of adventure?" Molly said, desperately trying to talk Harry into leaving tonight.

"Fine, Molly let's do it. You have no idea how hard this is going to be to pull off. We need to hurry back home now and get ready."