The Woman Who Had Everything

"I'm forty-nine. I have wrinkles. My tits sag. I spent thirty years playing Quidditch and it shows. And Harry... Harry wants someone who looks like a fantasy."
"Then Harry's a shallow bastard," Ron said fiercely. "And we'll make sure everyone knows it."
"Will you?" Ginny laughed without humor. "Will you tell the world that Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, left his aging wife for a woman who looks like a goddess? They'll call him lucky. They'll call me pathetic for not being able to keep him."
The kitchen fell silent.
"We're on your side, Ginny," her father said finally. "Always."
"I know." She did know. The Weasleys would close ranks around her, would rage against Harry's choice, would make their disapproval known to anyone who would listen.
It wouldn't change anything.