Deserving Chapter 27
Severus Snape has more in common with crabs than with you or me. Now that is scientific fact. There's no real evidence, but it is scientific fact.
Harry felt a certain type of pride when he sat at the breakfast table and found it laden with ‘family’. To his left were Millicent, Baby and Mark Sly. To his right were Snape and Richard. He wanted to hide his smile but couldn’t find his newspaper to do so.
Who's taking bets on how long this oh-so-perfect domestic bliss is going to last? We are in the grim darkness of the Deservingverse where there is only wangst, after all.
“Kreacher, where is my Prophet?” he asked the little elf that began to work on everything but answering Harry’s question.
Harry looked at Snape puzzled by Kreacher’s reaction.
“Would Severus like more tea?” asked the elf with a forced smile.
“Kreacher, my husband has asked for his newspaper. Can you please fetch it for him?” asked Snape as nicely as possible.
Kreacher glided over to Mark. “More potatoes?” he asked with the frying pan in hand.
“Ah, no thanks, I have plenty,” answered Sly, not understanding why he was being offered more potatoes when he had not started on his first serving.
“Kreacher! Where is my paper?”
“Kreacher is taking Richard up for his nap,” announced the house elf.
Harry, Millicent and Severus could not understand the bizarre behavior of the elf.
“Kreacher, Richard has just awoken. He will not need a nap until after lunch. What is going on?” asked Severus, trying to decipher the elf’s behavior.
But Kreacher simply snapped his fingers and disappeared.
In which the author has not only told us that Kreacher is being evasive about the paper, but shown us again and again as though we didn't get it immediately. Everything in strikethrough font can be lost with no effect on the scene.
“He’s gone bonkers. He’s finally lost it,” said Harry, looking at the empty space that Kreacher had left in the room.
“Harry,” admonished Millicent, “He is simply old.”
“He is NOT old. He has been a faithful servant of this house for decades,” cleared Severus.
This doesn't clear (or even clarify) anything, because "he has been a faithful servant of this house for decades" doesn't contradict "he's old". Quite the reverse, in fact.
“Bloody hell, I am going to have to get my own bloody newspaper,” said Harry as he popped out of the kitchen and back a couple of seconds later, Prophet in hand.
"I say, old chap, I'm bloody well English so I bloody well talk like this, what ho! Bugger! Wanker! Shag!"
Harry begins to read the Prophet. Big mistake.
It has come to the attention of this respectable newsprint that our beloved Savior, Mr. Harry James Potter has been victimized since childhood by the infamous Death Eater Severus Snape.
I AM... THE PAEDOFINDER GENERAL!
Sources that shall not be named
Voldemort!
After further investigation, this reporter has found that Death Eater Severus Snape has a thing for young children.
This reporter has been reading too much fanfic.
Former students have since spoken up to reveal acts that this newspaper finds too disturbing to print.
Too disturbing for this fic?
It is common knowledge that Harry parades around on his broom
How do you parade on a broom? Is that like Hagrid running outside on his broom?
We, at this respectable newspaper, and as the voice of the Wizarding World are demanding that the Ministry take action in helping our poor Harry Potter. We must not forget what this child did for us and we must repay him in turn. We are demanding that Harry Potter be freed from the claws of the Death Eater Severus Snape.
Why's there an editorial on the front page?
He walked ran out of the kitchen. Harry was brought back to the present by the movement of the door. He looked around and calculated that it had been Snape who had left the room.
Harry has to do maths in order to figure out who's left the room?
Harry had never seen Snape looking so depressed. Why was Snape allowing this to affect him so?
No idea. Why have we no idea? Yet another side-effect of this author's approach to POV is that we get used to the POV changing, so when it doesn't in a scene like this in which we'd expect it to the effect is rather like a service interruption.
“Hey Quasimodo, you’re in my seat,” said Harry, breaking the silence in the room.
I'm not entirely convinced that Harry would use that reference.
But Severus was cold and unresponsive. Harry looked for his husband’s eyes.
“Why are you letting this bother you so much?”
Severus looked at him in shock.
“Eleven years old,” he said as if that explained everything.
Okay, I don't understand what's going on here. Severus knows that the accusations are false and Harry is hardly going to let him get dragged outside to be burned alive in a giant wicker phallus.
“But you never did those things,” countered Harry.
“My students… they said there had been others,” rebutted Snape.
That's not a rebuttal, because it doesn't address Harry's point in any way.
“Eleven years old, a child,” regressed the marked man who retreated into himself again, not listening to anymore reasoning.
"Regressed" is not a dialogue tag. In fact, the word "regressed" here tells us precisely nothing, because it doesn't describe a tone of voice and the author goes on to tell him that he's retreated into himself, which is the only thing that "regressed" can mean in this context. I'm going to amuse myself by imagining that Severus is semi-catatonic because he's trying to derive a line of best fit in his head.
When Harry went down to the sitting room he found it crowded with friends, but at a closer inspection he realized it was crowded with Snape’s friends: Poppy, Minerva, Dennis, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Hermione with their little son.
Very convenient that they were all able to drop what they were doing at a moment's notice.
“How is he?” was the collective cry.
Had they been rehearsing it?
Hermione looked at Molly and dumped her son in Harry’s arms.
“Here, hold a baby. Look at how little his hands are and how awkward his movements are and then try to justify giving him a remote control truck. Molly I think the professor needs our help.” Even in the seriousness of the situation Harry couldn’t help but smile. Hermione must have been holding that rant in for a long while.
And even in the idiocy of this subplot I myself can't help but smile, because I can imagine mother!Hermione being like this.
“Richard, you best get used to little boys on my lap.
Which, in the context of this chapter, is an extremely unfortunate turn of phrase.
Your Papa is going to give you a little brother soon. Wouldn’t you like that?”
“No,” said Richard shaking his head. “I want a bunny.”
Now this is actually a decent exchange, in that it's cute but not actually cutesy and you can imagine a young child (probably one slightly older than Richard, but you know, Gary Stu) saying something like that. In fact, the author's note says that it's indeed based on a real "things kids say" incident. It's also the first we've heard of Severus being pregnant again.
“Milly,” he cried and when Millicent approached him he motioned for Baby to sit at his father’s lap. Harry fixed Baby on his lap and Richard seemed content with the swap until Kings, Draco and Nicky walked through the floo.
“Nicky!” cried Richard when he saw his friend that could actually play with him come into the room.
This is all we see of Kingsley, Draco and Nicky in this entire scene. They might as well not be there.
Harry placed Richard on the floor and disapperated. When he apperated in the room he found Molly and Hermione sitting on the edge of the room trying to get Severus to respond but he was gone to the world.
Why are they Apparating within the house? Especially Molly "JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE ALLOWED TO USE MAGIC NOW YOU DON'T HAVE TO WHIP YOUR WAND OUT FOR EVERY TINY LITTLE THING!" Weasley. (Order of the Phoenix Bloomsbury hardback, page 80.)
Everyone was in the sitting room celebrating Baby’s accomplishment and assuring Severus that no one who ever met him would believe a word in that news article while Harry slipped out the back door.
Does nobody work in this universe? How come they're all having a massive party on a weekday morning?
He was halfway to the apparating point when he heard the back door open and Ron and Hermione came out.
The wizarding world has jump points, which amuses me far more than it should.
“You don’t think you are going without us,” said Ron.
Good. They shouldn't have abandoned him in the first place, and canon!Ron and Hermione never would.
“I didn’t know you cared to come with the ‘monster’,” said a sarcastic Harry.
[snip]
“Yeah, Hermione, keep you facts straight. Harry hates Snape, the fact that he looked as if his pet bunny had died when Severus was upset was just a coincidence,” explained an equally sarcastic Ron.
It's very hard to tell when characters are being sarcastic when it's as subtle as it is in this fic, so it's a good thing the author makes a point of highlighting it or I'd never have been able to work it out for myself.
“Not without us you’re not. There is no way that we are letting you go into Single’s den without backup,” said Ron.
“Have Hermione stay. She is a mom now and should not be in any harm’s way,” said Harry, earning a puzzled look from Ron.
The idea that Ron might stay with Hugo is, of course, never mentioned. Yay sexism! Also, why is Harry suddenly American?
“Harry, I wish I could tell you that our marriage contract gave me some kind of authority over Mione, but the truth is that she is still the smartest witch of our times and I know better than to try to boss her around.”
You don't know better than to call her the bullshit fanon nickname that needs to DIAF, though.
Why wasn’t Ron standing up to his role as head of the house?
Maybe because he wasn't a male chauvinist. Which makes a change.
Aunt Petunia would never question anything that Uncle Vernon would say.
Because Ron and Hermione are so completely analogous to Vernon and Petunia.
“Suit your selves,” he said, turning to the gate followed by his two ex-friends.
They don't seem to be his ex-friends any more, which once again I am pleased about.
When he exited the Ministry’s floo in the lobby, Luna and Ginny came out of the two adjoining floos. And moment latter Neville aparated in the lobby, obviously not needing the floo. The crew was back and this time they were not a group of kids. They were in fact some of the most powerful witches and wizards of their times.
And have some kind of telepathy, because they managed to synchronise their arrival perfectly.
It's a shame this next scene, where Harry et al confront Single, had to be set up with something as inane as Severus getting a visit from the Paedofinder General.
They marched in an arrow head formation headed by Harry. When they got to Single’s door they didn’t bother to knock and just marched in. Single stood up but did not show any amazement or shock. He surveyed the people present at this demonstration with menacing eyes and when they landed on Neville he displayed a smirk.
“Mr. Neville Longbottom, how nice of you to finally obey the order to submit to an interrogation by this department.”
“Oh, that,” said a very casual Neville, “I am afraid that will have to wait. My friend Harry here has more pressing matters to attend to and I certainly do not want to take away from his momentum.”
Single’s sour face turned red at the insolence of this kid who thought he was above the law.
Neville Longbottom isn't above the law. Neville Longbottom is the law.
Hermione caught on the Harry and said: “Twenty-seven point six percent of the Wizarding population was affected by these trials.”
The outcome of which is that they were forced to spell it with an unnecessary capital letter.
“Ummm, so if my math is correct seventy-two percent were not affected.
That's why he was busy calculating earlier. He was practising his maths for this moment. So intently that he forgot which country he was from.
The way I figure it, I have a very good chance of running for Prime Minister and winning. Wouldn’t you say so Mr. Single?” said Harry, letting go of his grip and giving Single an opportunity to catch his breath.
Mr. Single was panting in a desperate attempt to get air into his lungs.
“And after today’s headline, where the Wizarding World was reminded of who their savior is, I believe you’re a shoe in, Harry,” added Hermione.
Single looked up in horror. Harry enjoyed having the smartest witch on his side.
Hell yeah. Single is a bastard, and seeing him taken down like this is a moment I can enjoy unironically.
“So you see, Mr. Single, if I run for the Minister’s seat that would make me your boss and if I am your boss, what do you think my first order of business would be? Hummm that’s a tough one,” said Harry sarcastically.
Of course it's not without problems.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and burst out laughing. But Harry’s laughter was interrupted when he caught a glimpse of Luna and Ginny in the background. He approached them and spoke to Ginny first.
“I am sorry, you are the last person in the world I would have wanted to hurt,” he said hanging his head.
Is canon going to reassert itself?
“Harry, its like mum says: things happen for a reason. You and I know, you were more in love with my family than you were with me. It would have been a mistake. I am just so happy to hear that you are a good dad and that you have begun to treat the Professor with some level of respect. It hurt so much to see you do barbaric things. I fell in love with a hero not a monster. It’s nice to see him back.”
Okay, too much to hope for. This is something, at least.
“Don’t you think he’s paid enough?” asked Neville out of the blue, but Harry could not answer that question.
“Harry, I love him.
No. No. Neville Longbottom is a BAMF. Not some silly kid with a crush on the teacher.
One night I was caught and given ten lashes with the whip. He told them he would take me to the dungeons, and in true Professor’s style, he did as he said.
Snape laughed again. And then...he took out some whips!1!1111
Only it wasn’t what the Cowley’s thought,
Who?
he took me to his room and cured all my wounds. He sat by my side all night until he was sure I was well.
Is this a euphemism? I wouldn't put it past this fic.
There he was, Professor Severus Snape, the most feared professor and he was taking care of me as if he cared. And he did you know. That wasn’t the last time he took care of me. Harry if you could find it in your heart. If you could give him his freedom…”
“My son,” interjected Harry.
AN INTERJECTION THAT'S ACTUALLY AN INTERJECTION!
“You had your opportunity. He could have chosen to marry you, but he didn’t. You’re the one not respecting his wishes. I have a family and not you, not Single, not anyone will take that away from me,” said Harry as he stepped into the floo.
Neville will. Because he's Neville.
Continued...
Harry felt a certain type of pride when he sat at the breakfast table and found it laden with ‘family’. To his left were Millicent, Baby and Mark Sly. To his right were Snape and Richard. He wanted to hide his smile but couldn’t find his newspaper to do so.
Who's taking bets on how long this oh-so-perfect domestic bliss is going to last? We are in the grim darkness of the Deservingverse where there is only wangst, after all.
“Kreacher, where is my Prophet?” he asked the little elf that began to work on everything but answering Harry’s question.
Harry looked at Snape puzzled by Kreacher’s reaction.
“Would Severus like more tea?” asked the elf with a forced smile.
“Kreacher, my husband has asked for his newspaper. Can you please fetch it for him?” asked Snape as nicely as possible.
Kreacher glided over to Mark. “More potatoes?” he asked with the frying pan in hand.
“Ah, no thanks, I have plenty,” answered Sly, not understanding why he was being offered more potatoes when he had not started on his first serving.
“Kreacher! Where is my paper?”
“Kreacher is taking Richard up for his nap,” announced the house elf.
Harry, Millicent and Severus could not understand the bizarre behavior of the elf.
“Kreacher, Richard has just awoken. He will not need a nap until after lunch. What is going on?” asked Severus, trying to decipher the elf’s behavior.
But Kreacher simply snapped his fingers and disappeared.
In which the author has not only told us that Kreacher is being evasive about the paper, but shown us again and again as though we didn't get it immediately. Everything in strikethrough font can be lost with no effect on the scene.
“He’s gone bonkers. He’s finally lost it,” said Harry, looking at the empty space that Kreacher had left in the room.
“Harry,” admonished Millicent, “He is simply old.”
“He is NOT old. He has been a faithful servant of this house for decades,” cleared Severus.
This doesn't clear (or even clarify) anything, because "he has been a faithful servant of this house for decades" doesn't contradict "he's old". Quite the reverse, in fact.
“Bloody hell, I am going to have to get my own bloody newspaper,” said Harry as he popped out of the kitchen and back a couple of seconds later, Prophet in hand.
"I say, old chap, I'm bloody well English so I bloody well talk like this, what ho! Bugger! Wanker! Shag!"
Harry begins to read the Prophet. Big mistake.
It has come to the attention of this respectable newsprint that our beloved Savior, Mr. Harry James Potter has been victimized since childhood by the infamous Death Eater Severus Snape.
I AM... THE PAEDOFINDER GENERAL!
Sources that shall not be named
Voldemort!
After further investigation, this reporter has found that Death Eater Severus Snape has a thing for young children.
This reporter has been reading too much fanfic.
Former students have since spoken up to reveal acts that this newspaper finds too disturbing to print.
Too disturbing for this fic?
It is common knowledge that Harry parades around on his broom
How do you parade on a broom? Is that like Hagrid running outside on his broom?
We, at this respectable newspaper, and as the voice of the Wizarding World are demanding that the Ministry take action in helping our poor Harry Potter. We must not forget what this child did for us and we must repay him in turn. We are demanding that Harry Potter be freed from the claws of the Death Eater Severus Snape.
Why's there an editorial on the front page?
He walked ran out of the kitchen. Harry was brought back to the present by the movement of the door. He looked around and calculated that it had been Snape who had left the room.
Harry has to do maths in order to figure out who's left the room?
Harry had never seen Snape looking so depressed. Why was Snape allowing this to affect him so?
No idea. Why have we no idea? Yet another side-effect of this author's approach to POV is that we get used to the POV changing, so when it doesn't in a scene like this in which we'd expect it to the effect is rather like a service interruption.
“Hey Quasimodo, you’re in my seat,” said Harry, breaking the silence in the room.
I'm not entirely convinced that Harry would use that reference.
But Severus was cold and unresponsive. Harry looked for his husband’s eyes.
“Why are you letting this bother you so much?”
Severus looked at him in shock.
“Eleven years old,” he said as if that explained everything.
Okay, I don't understand what's going on here. Severus knows that the accusations are false and Harry is hardly going to let him get dragged outside to be burned alive in a giant wicker phallus.
“But you never did those things,” countered Harry.
“My students… they said there had been others,” rebutted Snape.
That's not a rebuttal, because it doesn't address Harry's point in any way.
“Eleven years old, a child,” regressed the marked man who retreated into himself again, not listening to anymore reasoning.
"Regressed" is not a dialogue tag. In fact, the word "regressed" here tells us precisely nothing, because it doesn't describe a tone of voice and the author goes on to tell him that he's retreated into himself, which is the only thing that "regressed" can mean in this context. I'm going to amuse myself by imagining that Severus is semi-catatonic because he's trying to derive a line of best fit in his head.
When Harry went down to the sitting room he found it crowded with friends, but at a closer inspection he realized it was crowded with Snape’s friends: Poppy, Minerva, Dennis, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Hermione with their little son.
Very convenient that they were all able to drop what they were doing at a moment's notice.
“How is he?” was the collective cry.
Had they been rehearsing it?
Hermione looked at Molly and dumped her son in Harry’s arms.
“Here, hold a baby. Look at how little his hands are and how awkward his movements are and then try to justify giving him a remote control truck. Molly I think the professor needs our help.” Even in the seriousness of the situation Harry couldn’t help but smile. Hermione must have been holding that rant in for a long while.
And even in the idiocy of this subplot I myself can't help but smile, because I can imagine mother!Hermione being like this.
“Richard, you best get used to little boys on my lap.
Which, in the context of this chapter, is an extremely unfortunate turn of phrase.
Your Papa is going to give you a little brother soon. Wouldn’t you like that?”
“No,” said Richard shaking his head. “I want a bunny.”
Now this is actually a decent exchange, in that it's cute but not actually cutesy and you can imagine a young child (probably one slightly older than Richard, but you know, Gary Stu) saying something like that. In fact, the author's note says that it's indeed based on a real "things kids say" incident. It's also the first we've heard of Severus being pregnant again.
“Milly,” he cried and when Millicent approached him he motioned for Baby to sit at his father’s lap. Harry fixed Baby on his lap and Richard seemed content with the swap until Kings, Draco and Nicky walked through the floo.
“Nicky!” cried Richard when he saw his friend that could actually play with him come into the room.
This is all we see of Kingsley, Draco and Nicky in this entire scene. They might as well not be there.
Harry placed Richard on the floor and disapperated. When he apperated in the room he found Molly and Hermione sitting on the edge of the room trying to get Severus to respond but he was gone to the world.
Why are they Apparating within the house? Especially Molly "JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE ALLOWED TO USE MAGIC NOW YOU DON'T HAVE TO WHIP YOUR WAND OUT FOR EVERY TINY LITTLE THING!" Weasley. (Order of the Phoenix Bloomsbury hardback, page 80.)
Everyone was in the sitting room celebrating Baby’s accomplishment and assuring Severus that no one who ever met him would believe a word in that news article while Harry slipped out the back door.
Does nobody work in this universe? How come they're all having a massive party on a weekday morning?
He was halfway to the apparating point when he heard the back door open and Ron and Hermione came out.
The wizarding world has jump points, which amuses me far more than it should.
“You don’t think you are going without us,” said Ron.
Good. They shouldn't have abandoned him in the first place, and canon!Ron and Hermione never would.
“I didn’t know you cared to come with the ‘monster’,” said a sarcastic Harry.
[snip]
“Yeah, Hermione, keep you facts straight. Harry hates Snape, the fact that he looked as if his pet bunny had died when Severus was upset was just a coincidence,” explained an equally sarcastic Ron.
It's very hard to tell when characters are being sarcastic when it's as subtle as it is in this fic, so it's a good thing the author makes a point of highlighting it or I'd never have been able to work it out for myself.
“Not without us you’re not. There is no way that we are letting you go into Single’s den without backup,” said Ron.
“Have Hermione stay. She is a mom now and should not be in any harm’s way,” said Harry, earning a puzzled look from Ron.
The idea that Ron might stay with Hugo is, of course, never mentioned. Yay sexism! Also, why is Harry suddenly American?
“Harry, I wish I could tell you that our marriage contract gave me some kind of authority over Mione, but the truth is that she is still the smartest witch of our times and I know better than to try to boss her around.”
You don't know better than to call her the bullshit fanon nickname that needs to DIAF, though.
Why wasn’t Ron standing up to his role as head of the house?
Maybe because he wasn't a male chauvinist. Which makes a change.
Aunt Petunia would never question anything that Uncle Vernon would say.
Because Ron and Hermione are so completely analogous to Vernon and Petunia.
“Suit your selves,” he said, turning to the gate followed by his two ex-friends.
They don't seem to be his ex-friends any more, which once again I am pleased about.
When he exited the Ministry’s floo in the lobby, Luna and Ginny came out of the two adjoining floos. And moment latter Neville aparated in the lobby, obviously not needing the floo. The crew was back and this time they were not a group of kids. They were in fact some of the most powerful witches and wizards of their times.
And have some kind of telepathy, because they managed to synchronise their arrival perfectly.
It's a shame this next scene, where Harry et al confront Single, had to be set up with something as inane as Severus getting a visit from the Paedofinder General.
They marched in an arrow head formation headed by Harry. When they got to Single’s door they didn’t bother to knock and just marched in. Single stood up but did not show any amazement or shock. He surveyed the people present at this demonstration with menacing eyes and when they landed on Neville he displayed a smirk.
“Mr. Neville Longbottom, how nice of you to finally obey the order to submit to an interrogation by this department.”
“Oh, that,” said a very casual Neville, “I am afraid that will have to wait. My friend Harry here has more pressing matters to attend to and I certainly do not want to take away from his momentum.”
Single’s sour face turned red at the insolence of this kid who thought he was above the law.
Neville Longbottom isn't above the law. Neville Longbottom is the law.
Hermione caught on the Harry and said: “Twenty-seven point six percent of the Wizarding population was affected by these trials.”
The outcome of which is that they were forced to spell it with an unnecessary capital letter.
“Ummm, so if my math is correct seventy-two percent were not affected.
That's why he was busy calculating earlier. He was practising his maths for this moment. So intently that he forgot which country he was from.
The way I figure it, I have a very good chance of running for Prime Minister and winning. Wouldn’t you say so Mr. Single?” said Harry, letting go of his grip and giving Single an opportunity to catch his breath.
Mr. Single was panting in a desperate attempt to get air into his lungs.
“And after today’s headline, where the Wizarding World was reminded of who their savior is, I believe you’re a shoe in, Harry,” added Hermione.
Single looked up in horror. Harry enjoyed having the smartest witch on his side.
Hell yeah. Single is a bastard, and seeing him taken down like this is a moment I can enjoy unironically.
“So you see, Mr. Single, if I run for the Minister’s seat that would make me your boss and if I am your boss, what do you think my first order of business would be? Hummm that’s a tough one,” said Harry sarcastically.
Of course it's not without problems.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and burst out laughing. But Harry’s laughter was interrupted when he caught a glimpse of Luna and Ginny in the background. He approached them and spoke to Ginny first.
“I am sorry, you are the last person in the world I would have wanted to hurt,” he said hanging his head.
Is canon going to reassert itself?
“Harry, its like mum says: things happen for a reason. You and I know, you were more in love with my family than you were with me. It would have been a mistake. I am just so happy to hear that you are a good dad and that you have begun to treat the Professor with some level of respect. It hurt so much to see you do barbaric things. I fell in love with a hero not a monster. It’s nice to see him back.”
Okay, too much to hope for. This is something, at least.
“Don’t you think he’s paid enough?” asked Neville out of the blue, but Harry could not answer that question.
“Harry, I love him.
No. No. Neville Longbottom is a BAMF. Not some silly kid with a crush on the teacher.
One night I was caught and given ten lashes with the whip. He told them he would take me to the dungeons, and in true Professor’s style, he did as he said.
Snape laughed again. And then...he took out some whips!1!1111
Only it wasn’t what the Cowley’s thought,
Who?
he took me to his room and cured all my wounds. He sat by my side all night until he was sure I was well.
Is this a euphemism? I wouldn't put it past this fic.
There he was, Professor Severus Snape, the most feared professor and he was taking care of me as if he cared. And he did you know. That wasn’t the last time he took care of me. Harry if you could find it in your heart. If you could give him his freedom…”
“My son,” interjected Harry.
AN INTERJECTION THAT'S ACTUALLY AN INTERJECTION!
“You had your opportunity. He could have chosen to marry you, but he didn’t. You’re the one not respecting his wishes. I have a family and not you, not Single, not anyone will take that away from me,” said Harry as he stepped into the floo.
Neville will. Because he's Neville.
Continued...