It couldn’t be avoided regardless; Harry needed to talk to Sirius about the contract, the details of which he’d finally been able to bring himself to read only a few days earlier. When he’d found out about Marvolo’s demand for Harry’s hand in marriage and the promises he’d offered in return, Harry had wanted to reject it. Of course he did. Sirius had supported that, ready to throw everything into fleeing in the dead of night if must be. When Harry had decided, reluctantly, painfully, to go ahead with the arranged marriage, he’d entered a sort of limited despair. Trading his future, his freedom, was worth it for the dear price that Marvolo offered -- a decision Harry only agreed with more every time he spoke or wrote with any of his friends now -- but he hadn’t seen the point in negotiating overly much.