If Harry thought he was furious before, it was nothing in comparison to what he was hearing out of the bastard's mouth. He took a moment to simply breath before he did something he might regret.

"No, we bloody well didn't know. Dumbledore didn't have a single right to determine what our lives were supposed to be," he said icily. "Molly didn't push us so much as fucking manipulated us, you arrogant arse."

His hands clenched around the table so he didn't reach for his wand. It was well within reason to believe that Dumbledore would have made decisions on his behalf for his twisted "greater good" bullshit. But to go so far as to promise him to the Weasley family? Promise HERMIONE to the Weasley family?

How dare he.

If he could, he'd resurrect the fucker and kill him himself.

At least he and Hermione can be comforted in the fact that Bill and Fleur were true to each other and hadn't needed to be potioned to create this bloody family.

"You say we have no right in messing with it," Harry said, his eyes betraying just how furious he was. "I disagree. We have every single right to mess with our lives. It will not continue. I will press charges against the Weasley family if I have to. You will give Hermione a divorce without a single complaint if that is her choice," though he knew that's exactly what she'd want.

He wanted to know from Ginny's mouth how much she knew about this "greater" plan. Though the temptation to ask Ron was strong.