Disclaimer: This is just a fanfic.
Edited on 30th September 2014. Not the kind of Contract in the average Forced Marriage fic. My first fic. Please do give guides on improving my writing.
I will update the other chapters too.
The first year witch sat by the windowpane in her bedroom in her family's old manor. It was once an old castle, albeit it remodelled into a more modern (fifty years ago) manor. The grounds were white with snow, the sun lazily shining through the cloudy skies.
It was few hours after noon, and Daphne Greengrass was enjoying a cup of warm black tea, with milk, enjoying the scenery whilst pondering about the Contract.
The ancient marriage contract, which according to her father, is more ancient than the house that they are living in. It is a source of pride for the Greengrasses. It is a definite proof of their claim to the title of "The Most Ancient" of houses.
The contract is made between a Greengrass to a Peverell. Yes, the same Peverell in the tale of the Three Brothers. The three artefacts are not as fake as the story makes them be, and I dare claim this as a fact because in the contract, the three objects are mentioned. This is because the contract, more specifically, the Marriage Arrangement Contract between the House of Greengrass and the House of Peverell is set for the eldest daughter of the Greengrass side and the first wizard to own all three artefacts.
The magical contract constantly monitors the current owners of the three artefacts. Yesterday, the day before Christmas, the names tracked on the contract are "Dumbledore", "Riddle" and "Dumbledore". The names are arranged according to the artefacts; "The Wand", "The Stone", and the "Invisibility Cloak".
The wand, is said to be the strongest wand in existence, and the history of its owners can be traced to various famous and infamous witches and wizards throughout the centuries. It was rumoured that the fallen Dark Lord Grindelwald had it previously, before Headmaster Albus Dumbledore beat him. It is pretty much confirmed that the owner of the artefact is the esteemed headmaster.
The resurrection stone had a much more hidden history. Father said that before this muggleborn Riddle got his hands upon the stone, it was previously held by a "Ravenclaw". Which do not make any sense! The Ravenclaw line died extremely long time ago! She, as a first year student cannot comprehend how such an esteemed name; Ravenclaw, still existed on roughly 50 years ago. Furthermore, the fact that a no-name muggleborn; Riddle somehow had his hands upon the resurrection stone while many other respected witches and wizards from various houses failed to get them!
The small probability of being wed to the muggleborn filled her veins with disgust. She will never accept it. However, Headmaster Dumbledore is not that much better, he is so old!
The last artefact though, is a different matter entirely. The famed Invisibility cloak, said to be the first and the best of it's kind that had graced the world since the time of the three brothers! There are no cloaks more undetectable and none more comfortable, as the myths claimed the cloak to be. After all, the cloak of Death could not be of a normal material. The day before, a Dumbledore, who most probably be the headmaster himself, again, previously owns it. Today, it had been returned to Harry James Potter, the one and only wizard who have the most pure Peverell blood flowing through his veins. Though not exactly a well-known fact, the Potters had always been regarded as one of the Peverell's true heir, because they have an invisibility cloak that had been passed down from father to son through the generations!
She sipped her still warm tea, courtesy of the warming charm on the cup, and resumed her pondering as she noticed more snow fell down from the darkening sky.
Harry James Potter is not exactly the most desirable person in the school. He has his own cute charm, but that's about it. Nothing else that is so special about him. This is of course, after she disregards his lacking sense of dress, and table manner, and attentiveness in the class, and his extremely unfair advantage of being allowed to play Quidditch while other first years cannot!
However, a small part of her agreed that Potter is hundreds of times better than the unknown Riddle, and the decrepit, old headmaster. Unlike her tea, which will remain warm so long as it stays in the charmed cup, deep down inside her, a small spark of curiosity sparked; somehow, the thought of having this Harry Potter as her husband crossed her mind. A simple thought that somehow sent a miniscule jolt in her young heart.
"The year had been exceedingly above expectations!" Thought Harry Potter to himself. He never had friends before, Dudley always made sure of that; thus, the lack of friends, and incidentally the reason why having several Christmas presents was like having the sun and the stars themselves had appeared into his dark life, transforming years of gloom into the brightest, most joyous of memories!
Harry Potter has not had a very nice, happy and calm childhood, despite his innocent and happy outward appearance. However, reasons upon reasons had slowly stacked themselves up to remind him that the past is long gone now. The bygones be bygones. Hogwarts had changed him, more confident, more open, and happier.
The family jumper that he got from the Weasleys had made blew a familial kind of warmth inside him. At least, that is how he expects familial warmth to feel like. They made him feels like he was one of them.
The gift from the unknown sender was the best present that he received though. The value of the present seemed to multiply when he read the note saying that it was once his father's cloak. It's the first thing from his father that he managed to get! The invisibility cloak made him feels like being reunited with his father on the Christmas day. He truly is grateful to the stranger who sent him the gift.
Harry Potter was truly happy with his first celebration far from his aunt and uncle. He got gifts too! It was rare for him to call himself truly happy, though, this time, he never knew that a witch had thought of him for more than "just a friend."
Once he realized the potentials that the invisibility cloak has, Harry immediately set his time to go find the information on Nicholas Flamel. The feeling of being invisible made him felt invincible. He felt so free that he could have worn his sleeping attire to the library, and nobody would ever know it!
With the aid of the cloak, Harry made his way into the library in the dark hours of early morning looking for information on Nicholas Flamel. It was during one of his many excursions that he found the Mirror of Erised, a truly attracting magical object.
Once he saw the reflections from the mirror, he was hooked. He came there every evening, staring at the possibility of having a family, of getting what he felt like he never had before.
Harry Potter longed for a family of his own. A family which is unlike the Dursley, a family who cares about each other, not just how big one can be. A family, which most do not include only just him, his whale-ly cousin, and his uncle whale with his wife the stick.
"It's not fair," Harry told himself one early morning.
"I stopped Voldemort, why do I have to live with the Dursley?" he continued.
It was a moment of weakness. The morning after he met the Headmaster at the room where the Mirror was kept. He knows that he should let bygones be bygones. However, accepting the fact as it is do not mean that he'd be happy with the fact.
"The best thing that I could wish for myself now is for me to make my own family. There will be a loving wife, and several happy children." He told himself again, with a quiet, yet definite resolve.
"They will have a better childhood than mine."
It is weird when a thirteen year old made such promise to himself on getting a family. However, it is expected of someone like him, someone who had a childhood that he is not satisfied with.
Ronald Weasley, the best friend of the boy who lived, had always enjoyed the Christmas Holidays, though this is the first year for him celebrating it away from his parent and his younger sister, Gin-gin.
The cold morning was oddly warm because of the celebration atmosphere. The best thing about this year's celebration is that they managed to make Harry feels included as a family. He seemed really happy about it.
"Wonder how the muggles celebrate the occasion..." mumbled Ron by himself.
It was the evening of twenty fifth December, and Harry had disappeared from view. "I guess he's trying out his invisibility cloak.""Might as well enjoy the sweets before I have to share with anyone else..." Ron told himself.
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