'"When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do do, and often do do, much much better,"

~ Coco J. Ginger

The platform basked in a pale crimson glow from the lights reflecting off the red cars of the Hogwarts Express. Smoke billowed around the roof of the train and some smog even travelled down to the platform, causing several adults and children to cough and wave their hands in front of their faces. All around were parents fussing over their children. Some were hugging their parents back while others pushed their moms and dads away in fear of their friends seeing them show actual affection to an adult. Some students were catching up on gossip while others were continuing fights from the previous year. A seventh year student was proudly showing off their new Head Boy badge along with some fifth and sixth years showing off their own Prefect badges. Little eleven year olds were fidgeting, one was even crying. The little first years were looking around in awe whereas the older kids looked mildly amazed. The student's eyes shone with determination to make this year the best yet, whereas the magical parent's eyes clouded over as they reminisced about their own school days. Several redheads were plotting a very sneaky prank and a blond haired family strut around like they owned the place. Some things never really change.

Suddenly, a teenage girl gently pushed her trolley between two groups of students. The girl was pretty in a very subtle way with her long chocolate brown hair and eyes of the same shade. She looked around the platform for a moment before spotting the exact person she was looking for. Her eyes lit up when she saw him standing alone with his trolley. The girl sped up and started to jog towards the boy, pushing her things as she went. When she got close enough to him she abandoned her luggage and ran to hug him. The force of her hug almost knocked him over, not that he minded because he was finally reunited with his girlfriend.

"I missed you so much, Ro," the boy smiled, his green eyes alive with excitement. He was incredibly handsome standing there with his messy raven hair nearly falling into his emerald eyes, their colour standing out against his still sun-kissed skin.

"I missed you too, Al," Rowan whispered. She kissed him softly, wrapping her arms tighter around his waist. They pulled apart a little while later when someone behind them tried to get their attention. It was Al's brother, James.

"Well, if it isn't the two lovebirds," James Potter smirked from beside them. The couple wore identical scowls. "At it again, I see."

"Yes, James?" Rowan asked with her usual patience. The older boy shrugged and took a step closer to the brunette. He smiled down at her.

"Just wanted to know how your summer was," he whispered. Rowan stepped back much to James' disappointment.

"It was great, thank you," Rowan answered politely. James gave the brunette another one of his 'charming' smiles. It was times like these when Rowan could see why so many girls crushed on him; he really was handsome. He looked like his brother to a certain extent; same eye shape, same jawline, same messy hair despite the colour being different. James' hair was a dark brown, much like Rowan's except his turned a burnt sienna colour in the sun. His eyes had flecks of gold, green and brown making them seem ever changing, similar to his quicksilver personality, like a kaleidoscope. Another noticeable difference in their eyes was how Al's seemed to hold an air of wisdom, where as James' twinkled with mischief. James had a more muscular build than his brother with broad shoulders and bigger arms, staying true to his beater position on the quidditch team. Albus, on the other hand, had a slimmer, leaner build like the seeker that he was.

"I'm glad to hear it," he smiled, his hazel eyes twinkling.

"We should get going. See you later, James," Al said, tugging on Rowan's arm. She obeyed, grabbed her trolley and followed her boyfriend towards the train.

"At least he's being nice this year," Rowan sighed.

"Nice for now. My brother likes to play games, Ro. He's nice one minute and then foul the next. Just be careful because I know how much you like to give people second chances," Albus warned. Rowan nodded, giving her bigger items to one of the station workers keeping a small truck with her school robes. She quickly snatched up her charcoal grey cat, Phoebe, before she got taken away with Rowan's books and clothes.

"Where are your parents?" Rowan asked, hoping to change the subject. Phoebe purred softly and snuggled into the girl's neck. Rowan smiled and rubbed her cheek on her kitten's soft head. The cat had been her 15th birthday present from Al a little over a year ago.

"I already said bye. You?"

"Same. They were in a hurry so they didn't even come through the barrier this year. Dad doesn't really like it anyway," Rowan sighed, thinking of her father who found walking through a wall incredibly creepy, him being a muggle and all.

"Well, I have to go. Duty calls," Albus smiled, holding up his Prefect badge. Rowan nodded and went to go find her other friends.

Rowan sat curled up in the corner of the small train compartment, huddled over her notebook. She was writing, concentrating so hard that her tongue poked out from the corner of her mouth. When she was finished she put the small leather book beside her.

Rowan looked up at the redheaded girl across from her who was reading intensely. The girl's hair was a deep red, the colour of red velvet cake and her crystal blue eyes shone with excitement as she read. Her hair was long, almost reaching her mid back, and it kept getting in her way, causing her to brush it away constantly.

"Rose?" Rowan said in a singsong voice. The redhead kept reading, not necesarily ignoring her friend, simply too caught up in her own world to notice. "Oh Rose," Rowan tried again, this time waving her hand in Rose's face.

The redhead jumped, nearly hitting her head on the shelf above the seats, before placing her precious book beside her.

"Sorry, Ro. I'm just brushing up on potions," she apologized, gesturing to a copy of Advanced Potion Making beside her, "You know how it's my worst subject." Rowan rolled her eyes at her genius friend.

"It's your worst subject, but you still manage to get second in your class," Rowan scoffed.

"After you. You're the best at potions in our year, maybe the whole school," Rose pointed out.

"It's the only subject I excel in," Rowan shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant while secretly hiding her smug smile. She loved being the best at something, even though it didn't happen often in school, because of her competitive and ambitious nature. It was a complete mystery why she didn't end up in Slytherin.

"Anyways, what were you writing about?" Rose asked, pointing to the notebook beside her best friend.

"Oh, just anything that comes to mind. I'll write a book someday," Rowan answered, her eyes sparkling at the thought of her dream. Rose was about to comment, when two boys came charging into the compartment. It was James and his cousin/best friend/partner-in-crime, Fred.

"Hello, ladies," James smiled. Rose smiled back, but Rowan decided to ignore him.

James strode over and sat down beside her, slinging his arm around her shoulders. Rowan tried to shy away from him, but she was stuck between the wall and James.

"C'mon, sweetheart, you can't hate me forever," James whispered.

"I don't hate you. You're just a bit too much sometimes," Rowan sighed, pushing him off her. James decided it was best to stop and he promptly moved over. He saw the notebook on the seat and so because he was James Potter, the biggest insufferable prat to ever set foot at Hogwarts or the planet for that matter, he grabbed it.

"Oh look, it's about me," he grinned. Rowan rolled her eyes.

"In your dreams, James. " She snatched the book from his hands.

"Precisely."

Al entered the compartment with his little sister trailing behind. The younger girl jumped onto the eldest Potter, causing him to groan.

"That's what you get for leaving me on the platform. I was talking to you!" Lily Potter yelled.

"Merlin, you are an awful big brother," Fred joked. James just scowled at his best friend, still clutching his stomach in pain. Lily moved to Rowan and hugged her tightly.

"I missed you over the summer," Lily sighed. Rowan smiled and hugged the younger girl tighter.

"I know. I missed you too, Lils," Rowan grinned. Al walked over and grabbed his little sister, throwing her to the opposite seat, gently. He then took Lily's former spot beside his girlfriend. Lily pouted, but quickly decided that she'd rather go find people her own age, and left the compartment.

"Where's Scorpius?" Rowan asked Rose and Albus, assuming at least one of them would know where the blond haired boy was.

"Well we had the first rounds together and we just finished. I think he went to make sure his sister was fine so he should be back soon," Albus said. Sure enough, a teenage boy in a very nice set of robes opened the door and sat down beside Rose, slinging his arm around her shoulders. She cuddled into him, happily.

"Hey guys," Scorpius greeted. A mixture of 'hey's and small waves filled the compartment.

"I think this is gonna be a good year," Albus said, randomly. Despite the unexpected comment everyone couldn't help but agree. This would be a great year, Rowan could feel it.

The familiar roar of the student's dinner conversations filled the Great Hall. It was always the loudest the first day back, most likely because everyone was dying to know how everyone else's summers were. The warm glow from the candelabras on the walls illuminated a group of Ravenclaw's faces as one reenacted a very exciting quidditch match they had the privilege to watch over the summer. A pair of Slytherins decided that they could sneak off and skip dinner. Unfortunately for them, Professor Caroban had a very keen eye for troublesome students and he was able to catch them before they could escape. His shouting could be heard across the room by all the other professors. The loudest group, however, was definitely the seventh year Gryffindors who were currently planning a back to school party in the common room. Any students from fifth through to seventh year were invited, as long as they were Gryffindors.

"Who wants to nick some firewhisky from the kitchens with me?" James asked, not very quietly. Several students glanced at the professors, but the teachers were too busy talking amongst themselves to notice.

"It might be difficult, mate. I hear that house elf, Winky, has been stashing it all. Apparently, butter beer isn't enough for her," Albus stated. James scrunched his face up in concentration.

"Isn't that house elf a bit old?" Paula, another seventh year, asked. James shrugged.

"I'll help you," Fred offered, grinning madly at the thought of getting into even the tiniest bit of mischief. James smiled, manically, and clapped his best friend on the back. He was just about to comment when he was interrupted by the sound of a spoon hitting a glass.

"Attention, students! Settle down!" Headmistress McGonagall yelled from the podium at the front. The regal woman was getting older (nearing her 100th birthday), but she didn't let her old age stop her from doing the thing she loved most; teaching. The noise died down and the students turned towards their Headmistress, giving her their full attention. "I do hope the meal was more than satisfactory." Everyone in the hall nodded their approval. "Anyways, on a more serious matter I would like to ask the students between the ages of 11 and 15 to please make their way to their dormitories. I'm sure the 5th year Prefects are more than capable of showing the first years around."

The younger students walked out of the Great Hall with looks of confusion on their faces. Although no one was more shocked than the students who were asked to stay behind. Several of them thought they were in trouble or something. Rowan swore she saw a Hufflepuff faint.

As soon as the last little 2nd year left, Mcgonagall continued with her speech. "I hope you are all doing well because I have quite the news for you. Today, at precisely 8 o'clock, the Wizengamot passed a new law. They passed this law because of the new fear of the wizarding race becoming extinct." The students broke of into nervous chatter, but were quickly silenced by Mcgonagall. "As I was saying, after the war we lost many wizards and witches and there have been an increase in Squibs these past five years and so because we can't have that continuing, our new law will require every witch or wizard between the ages of 16 and 30 who aren't already married to marry someone chosen by the Ministry within the next year. They must also have at least 2 children in five years." Most people were shocked into silence, even a couple teachers were surprised, until a seventh year Ravenclaw stood up. It was Sylvia Poppins, the Head Girl.

"You can't do this! This is illegal! I thought the whole point of all those people losing their lives was to make the world a better place for us! Their children! But instead you stupid lot at the ministry think you can just force us to marry some stranger! We're only teenagers!" She screamed. This came as another shock to everyone because Sylvia was definitely not everyone's first guess as to who would call the Ministry a 'stupid lot'.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, but the law is the law and you have to obey it. I truly am sorry, but we must do this. It is the only way. We will begin pairing everyone up tomorrow morning after breakfast. You will also be excused from classes tomorrow so that you can get to know your partner better. Classes will proceed on Friday with a new class added to your schedules. It is called Life Class and it will help prepare you and your fiancé for your lives together. With that, I hope you all have a good night," Mcgonagall said, a little bit solemnly, almost as if she was sad to hand her own students over to the real world.

Rowan turned to a shocked Albus with wide eyes, as reality set in.

"Al?" she gasped. "What if we don't get chosen to be together?"

"Don't worry," he said, trying to sound optimistic, but he hesitated and despite his best efforts, a little bit of fear shone in his eyes. He pulled Rowan in for a hug. "We'll be together because we're meant to be together. Okay?" He gripped the sides of her face trying to capture her attention, but she was completely distracted and definitely not convinced.

Together they walked up the various changing staircases, past the paintings and towards the Fat Lady. Albus muttered the password and the Fat Lady swung open her door with a sympathetic expression. She must have heard the news. Word really did travel fast in this castle.

Rowan entered the common room, her shoulders bowed in defeat. This room usually made her feel happy and warm, but it seemed depressing and overly crowded tonight. It seemed as if every Gryffindor had stayed in the living space in hopes of discovering what the secret meeting was about. A small group of seventh years were already being questioned for it by the fireplace. Rowan sighed and began walking towards her dorm. Al grabbed her arm before she could get any farther.

"Hey. Where are you going?" He asked her, a look of concern adorning his handsome face.

"I just want to be alone for a bit. I'll come find you soon," she promised, tugging her arm away, roughly. She didn't mean to sound rude, but she was terribly confused and a little frustrated right now. She made her way up the stairs, quietly, clutching her stomach as though she were about to be sick. That's exactly what she did when she got to her room. She felt a wave of nausea and had immediately rushed to the bathroom where she threw her guts up. Now she was lying on the cold tile floor shaking uncontrollably.

How could they do this to kids? We're only 16 and 17 for Merlin's sake. I'm not even sure if I ever want to get married! Rowan thought as she began to cry. Her tears came silently at first, but they eventually evolved to full on sobs. Once she calmed down ten minutes later she got up to go write which is what she always did when she was upset.

She sat down on the day bed by the window and began writing. She let her mind wander as she wrote, trying to think of happier times. She found herself thinking of her fourth year when she had first gotten onto the quidditch team as a chaser. This was a time when everyone got along, even her and James. Actually, James was one of her best mates back then and they were always quite the troublemakers when they were together. Rowan chuckled as she remembered some of the things they had done to teachers and students.

Without even realizing it she had wrote about one of her favourite memories from the past years. It was the moment when she won her very first game in fourth year. The win was all thanks to James and Rowan, who were getting along at that point, because they decided their best strategy was to distract the Slytherins so that their teammates could score or catch the snitch. James was in charge of distracting the girls and Rowan was in charge of distracting the boys. They basically ended up flirting their way to victory.

Rowan had remembered the moment when she so subtly flaunted her chest to the Slytherin keeper, allowing one of the Gryffindor chasers to score. Merlin, I was a little slag, she thought with a giggle. James on the other hand was winking at the innocent little Slytherin seeker, allowing Al to swoop in and catch the snitch, granting Gryffindor victory.

To think that now James and Rowan rarely talked, let alone worked together to win something, was actually quite sad. Things really can change quickly.

Rowan put her book down and headed down to the common room in a significantly better mood. The party was now in full swing which was surprising given the circumstances, but James never really was one to stop a party for anything, even outrageously cruel and unfair laws. Rowan spotted Al across the room talking to Scorpius and Rose with a cup of something, most likely alcohol, in his hands. He was laughing, but his smile didn't quite reach his eyes, a tell-tale sign the something was bothering him. Rowan approached her best friends, but not before downing a whole glass of fire whiskey first. She would definitely regret that in the morning, but if she was going to survive this stupid law thing she would have to be at least a little tipsy.

"Hey guys," Rowan muttered, leaning into Al.

"Merlin, you look awful, Ro," Rose exclaimed. Rowan laughed little.

"I know I look like hell. I feel like it too."

"What's wrong?" Albus asked, concern flooding his features. Rowan shrugged.

"Just a headache. You know I get those," Rowan lied. Albus nodded, then noticed her second cup of firewhisky.

"You won't be needing that then," he said, taking it from her hands. She grabbed it before she could get too far and downed it.

"I'm fine. Believe me, I need this," Rowan explained. Al knew it was best not to argue with Rowan when she had her mind made up because she would win either way.

Just then Fred turned on the music and turned off the room glowed in bright neon colours where the seventh years had charmed it. Rowan smiled up at all the lights forgetting about the law and the chance that she'll be forced to leave Al the next morning and focused only on that moment.

"C'mon," she said, pulling Al onto the makeshift dance floor. "Let's dance!" He let her pull him, a sheepish smile on his face.

"You know I can't dance, Ro," he whispered, as she shimmied and shook around him.

"Yeah, but I can and I want to so if you don't dance with me, I'll find a boy who will," she said, firmly. This definitely shut Al up and got his feet moving. He really was an awful dancer, but Rowan was mesmerizing. Al couldn't help but stare at her as she swayed side to side, letting off a vibrant glow. So naturally as he stood there staring at her he couldn't fight the urge of kissing her, so he let it go. The kiss was short and sweet, even more intoxicating than the fire whiskey. When they separated, Rowan kept her fingers in his hair and Al kept his hands on the small of her back. They touched their foreheads together and smiled, green eye meeting brown.

As the night went on more and more people retreated back to their dorms until only a handful of sixth and seventh years were left behind. The common room was a mess of broken fire whiskey bottles and plastic cups. There were even a couple people passed out on the floor, the stairs or the couches. One fifth year was even passed out in the door, forcing the Fat Lady's portrait to remain open, she stared down at the boy in disgust.

Rowan and her friends sat around their beds in their dorm, their buzz having faded.

"I'm scared," Rowan muttered, but because it was so quiet everyone heard her.

Rose nodded in agreement, then whispered, "We're only 16. It's ridiculous. I mean I don't want to get married!" Olivia Peterson, a fellow sixth year Gryffindor didn't seem to agree.

"I don't know. It might not be all that bad," she said. Rowan and Rose looked at her as if she had magically grown three heads in the past second. "What? I mean the Ministry wouldn't just put us with someone random. They'll at least try to find a compatible match. Maybe we'll even find our soulmate," she said, hopefully. Olivia was always optimistic and cheerful.

"With my luck, my soulmate is a muggle and they won't pair me with him," Hailey Thomas sighed, flopping down on her girls giggled because Hailey did have rotten luck. The giggles turned into chuckles until eventually, they were in stitches, laughing uncontrollably. Given the circumstances, they really needed a good laugh.

Once they had settled down a bit, Olivia continued being her optimistic self. "I'm serious though! We'll get to meet our soul mates!" She jumped up onto her bed wielding a pillow as if it was a trophy she had just won. She hooted and hollered and even got Hailey to join in and she even grabbed a pillow for herself. Rose and Rowan remained sitting, sharing an understanding and knowing look.

"Okay? What's got you two all sad and brooding?" Hailey asked, dropping the pillow and putting her hands on her hips in a disapproving manner. Rose sighed and flopped down on the bed. Rowan looked down, fighting back tears.

"Ooooooohhhhhh," Olivia said, drawing out the letters. Rowan nodded.

"What?" Hailey asked, still confused.

"They're worried they won't get paired with Scorpius and Albus," Olivia explained. Hailey's jaw dropped.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard! Of course, you'll be with them! Honestly, you guys are so thick sometimes," Hailey rolled her eyes. Rose brighten up a bit.

"You really think so?" she asked, eagerly. Hailey nodded.

"Honestly. And you're supposedly the brightest witch of our age," Hailey joked. Rose threw a pillow at her and muttered for her to shut up. Of course when one girl throws a pillow it starts a full out pillow war. Hailey, Olivia and Rose began throwing pillows at each other while Rowan kind f sat there, laughing, but her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. She still wasn't convinced that she would end up with Al and she wasn't sure why because he was perfect for her. He was kind, smart, handsome and funny, everything she had ever looked for in a guy. But, she thought, he's my first real boyfriend so how would I know what perfect is? She felt kind of guilty after she said that and so she decided to go find her boyfriend even though it was past midnight by now.

"I'm just going to go find Al," she told her friends, turning to walk out the door. They barely heard her over their shrieks and giggles though. Rowan made her way down the stairs and up to the boy's dorms. She always found it weird how girls were allowed in the boys dorms, but the boys weren't allowed in the girls dorms. A boy could just as easily rape a girl in the boys dorms as the girls dorms. Not that she was complaining of course. The amount of times this rule was useful for her and Al was astonishing.

When she arrived at the door she knocked gently in case some of them were indecent. She was greeted a couple seconds later by Frank Longbottom, a sixth year Gryffindor and son of the Herbology professor.

"Oh hi Rowan," he greeted, letting her in. "Al's in the bathroom he should be back soon," he informed her. She nodded and took a seat on her boyfriend's bed. Frank rejoined his other dorm mates on the floor for a game of exploding snap. Al exited the bathroom and upon noticing Rowan he moved to join her, but she was already standing up and walking towards the door, motioning for him to follow. He did as he was asked and together they walked down the stairs and into the common room, finding a secluded corner to sit in.

"Al, what if we don't get paired together?" Rowan whispered. Albus paused for a moment, taking in his girlfriend's sad features. He reached up to stroke her hair, pulling her in for a hug.

"We will," he murmured against her forehead.

'But what if we don't?" she asked, trying to pull away to look him in the eye. She wanted to see if he was telling the truth or not, but he only pulled her closer.

"We will. Do you really have no faith in us?" he chuckled. She laughed a little and he finally let her pull away.

"Of course I have faith in us. I just don't know how the Ministry is picking the partnerships."

"I'm sure it's on compatibility," he answered. Rowan just nodded, pulling him in for a kiss. It was kind of salty and wet because at some point she began to cry, but it was okay because it was Al and every kiss she shared with Al was more than satisfactory. When they pulled apart, they exchanged 'I love you' s before parting ways.

Rowan walked up the stairs and opened her door to their incredibly clean room. It was always clean because both Rowan and Rose were notorious neat freaks. All her friends were asleep in their respectable beds and even the pillows that were used as weapons an hour before were put neatly away. How could everything be in order when my whole world is falling apart? And why am I so convinced that my life will be ruined after tomorrow? she asked herself. Rowan sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that night before changing and going to bed.

She had trouble falling asleep and as the hours past, her mind was still racing with thoughts about the marriage law and the impending question: Who would her fiancé be?

Rowan woke up after Rose as per usual. She groaned and rolled to the side, nursing her hangover headache. She found a small vial of green liquid; a hangover potion obviously made by Rose earlier this morning. She was always doing nice things for everyone, she was so kind. Rowan downed the potion and immediately felt the soothing effects of it. Her hangover wasn't too bad so Rowan was able to get up in no time at all.

Shortly after Rose, Rowan, Hailey and Olivia made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. They sat with their usual group in the middle of the table, but this time none of them were eating.

"I can't eat! How am I supposed to eat before my future is determined?" Rose shouted, throwing her fork down. It clattered unpleasantly against her plate.

"Well, you take your fork, pick up some food, put it in your mouth and chew. It's quite simple really," Fred replied, cheekily, but even he was touching his food. Rose scowled and hit him with one of the many books she carried around.

"I feel like I'm going to be sick too, Rose," Rowan agreed, holding her stomach. Albus rubbed her back gently.

"Gosh, when does this breakfast end!" Hailey shouted, throwing her hands up dramatically. This caused a couple of chuckles, but the Gryffindors soon returned to their solemn attitudes. Several silent minutes later, the plates disappeared and McGonagall cleared her throat.

"Attention! Good morning, students. If I could ask the students between the ages of 11 and 15 to please go to their first period classes, as indicated by their timetables." Majority of the hall's students got up and left through the huge double doors, all of them giving the remaining students sympathetic looks. "I am very sorry to announce-

" McGonagall started before she was interrupted by Hailey.

"If you're so sorry then why are you doing it?" Hailey asked. Taking note of McGonagall's hard look, Hailey added a very polite 'Ma'am'. Rowan stood up, suddenly.

"I'm only 16, Professor! I don't want to get married! And according to this law I have to have kids by the time I'm 21! I can barely take care of myself," Rowan cried,she was near tears. And McGonagall seemed to be near tears as well, as if it pained her to see her students like this. Another student stood up from the Ravenclaw table.

"I wanted to travel the world after school! I can't do that if I have young children at home," he shouted. Several more choruses of agreement were heard.

"Enough!" McGonagall screamed, her voice shrill. The students sat down, shocked by their Headmistress' sudden outburst. "I'm sorry, but it's the law! I cannot do anything about it!

"Now I will call the girls up one by one and you will be paired will then stand off to the side until given further instruction. If your partner does not go to Hogwarts then you will be flooed to them. Does everybody understand?" Everyone nodded. Mcgonagall nodded and grabbed a scroll. Professor Longbottom grabbed a stool and the sorting hat and placed them in front of the teacher's table.

"Kelly Allen!"

"Paired with George Finnigan!"

"Poppy Aven!"

"Paired with Luke Hollis!"

Rowan turned and whispered to her group of friends. "I didn't think I'd ever be glad of my last name, but now I get to know sooner." Even though she said it, Rowan wasn't sure if she wanted to be one of the first to know. Rose groaned.

"W. Honestly," she scowled.

"Hannah Brown!"

"Paired with Paul Southon!"

"Rowan Barkley!" Rowan took a deep breath and gave Albus' hand one last squeeze before getting up and walking towards the hat. She felt everyone's eyes on her as she made her way to the front. She kept her head high and even smoothed her already smooth hair back. This is it, she thought as she sat on the stool. Merlin, this is worse than the sorting ceremony. Professor Longbottom placed the hat on her head.Who is my fiancé?

"Yes, who should he be indeed," the sorting hat whispered.