Warning: DH SPOILERS! Also, lots of hot chicks and sexy stuff. Be prepared!

Disclaimer: Belonging to me: Serenity and the law I made up (and no one can have them, not enough my best friend ever, Christyanna). Not belonging to me: Everything else, that belongs to JKR! Well, except for Los Angeles, that belongs to California. I don't think the UK belongs to her, or July either. Nor does August. I don't know who they belong to, though. But, yeah, story time!

Chapter One: The Law

It was a warm day in July when Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt decided there was something wrong with the wizarding world of the UK. The problem, he determined, was that many young, supple wizards were not married. Many of them were quite attractive, too. Obviously, there weren't enough young witches in the UK to satisfy these young men's needs.

"So, you see, Minister, that's totally why we need a law arranging marriages," said Kingsley's Vice Minister of Foreign Affairs, Serenity Alexis Jones.

Kingsley looked at her. Serenity was a woman of about twenty-two, with curves in all the right places. She hailed from Los Angeles, and had soft, light blond hair with dark blond streaks. She had eyes that were grassy green, with forest green circles around her pupil and iris. She was leaning on his desk, unafraid of showing off her large, tan chest. She wore tight jeans and an even tighter shirt, and pearl earrings hung from her ears. Her face was heart-shaped with full lips. She smelled of white cherry blossoms.

"Well, miss-"

"Please, minister, call me Serenity," Serenity whispered, leaning closer to the desk.

"Very well, Serenity, I will certainly think over your proposal."

"But, like, minister-"

"You may call me Kingsley, Serenity."

"Okay, Kingsley," she said sexily, "like, the hot, young wizards, they need wives, and they can't find them, like, here! Isn't that, like, an emergency?"

"I see your point, Serenity," Kingsley admitted, "now tell me: how do you like your men?"

"I like my men like how I like my coffee: hot and black," she purred.

The next day, the Law for the Benefit of Young, Unmarried Wizards was declared. It stated that any unmarried wizard under the age of sixty must marry a witch in

another country.

"Can a wizard marry a witch of the UK?" a press person asked.

"Yes, but there will be a lot of paperwork involved," Kingsley answered.

"Minister, what's the penalty of not marrying?" another press person questioned.

"Death."

And so, it was that on the first of August, when the new law came into effect, many young wizards fled the country to find their brides.

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That's the end of chapter one! Next chapter, we meet our first international witch, in Translyvania!
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