Hello everyone, and welcome to a new story! As far as I'm concerned, Sirius Black is very much still alive here, and he will stay so for now.
This story will have much abuse in it. For the first part, atleast.
I do not own Harry Potter, that all belongs to J.K Rowling as far as I'm concerned.
Enjoy.
Around The Ring; Prologue
To Miss Hermione Jean Granger
Under our current circumstances you must marry the person of our choosing due to the New Marriage Act that has been passed this last month. We expect your full compliance once you turn the age of sixteen. We will not allow any marriage to become void. There will be severe consequences. In a month's time, we expect your marriage to Peter Pettigrew be in full swing.
Awaiting your owl,
Mafelda Hopkirk
Hermione stared blankly at the owl that had changed her life for the worse. A month ago, she never imagined she'd actually be here, at the ministry, about to become Mrs. Peter Pettigrew. The man was absolutely revolting in every way, and she hadn't even seen him once since she'd gotten the owl. She didn't know what Voldemort was playing at.
They'd tried everything to get Hermione out of this. Hiding her away, marrying her to someone else, even just having her pretend to be another person. But everytime the ministry figured out what they were doing and stopped it.
And now, she was here, waiting in an office with a Misistry official that looked very intimidating in his dark robes. Missing very valuable classtime. Not to mention, by law they had to go on a honeymoon, even if Hermione refused a ceremony. She didn't like Peter in the first place, and the fact that he was late was giving her slight hope that he wouldn't show up at all. But, alas, the slimy man waddled in, his metal hand clutching the side of his robes.
"Right then, we'll get started then. Did you bring the rings?" The man asked Peter, who grumbled something incoherent.
He pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it. Nestled in felt were two rings, one with a small emerald stone on top, and the other with an even smaller emerald stone placed inside of the silver band.
Hermione wondered what family he murdered, then stole them from.
"Place your hands on top of the rings." He told then.
Peter placed his atop them, and Hermione grimanced.
"Well? Come on then, girl, we haven't all day." Peter told her.
Hermione pressed her lips into a thin line, and placed her hand on top of his flesh one.
"Right then, on with it." He told the official.
The official pulled his wand out, drawing a silvery blue thread to curl around the two hands, along with the rings. He began murmuring to himself a certain set of spells that bound the two together. Hermione grimaced when she felt Peter's magic brush hers. She tried as hard as she could to retract hers away, but the binds placed on them made their magic touch.
Hermione promptly turned, and threw up in the waste basket. His magic was cold and slithery and nothing like anyone else's.
"Congratulations, Mister and Missus Pettigrew. You may now take leave from school, and work, for a two week honeymoon. We will stop by at the end of this two weeks to see about an heir." The official nodded to them.
Right, as if I'd let that slimy git touch me with a ten foot pole.
Peter slid the ring onto her finger and Hermione, again, pressed her lips into a thin line. The ring fit her well.
Peter stood, offering his arm to her, and she hesitantly took it, a sneer coming up on her face.
Hermione felt the pull in her stomach, and knew Peter apparated them out of there.