This is what it's come to.
By Hailz98
: Disclaimer- don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters in this story, the belong to J.K. Rowling:
It's not easy living in this time era, it's really not. There's so much going on that its barley safe to walk out of your house anymore. With Lord Voldemort and his supporters on the rise, nobody is safe. Of course there are those trying to stop him, people such as Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, the golden boy and the Order of the Phoenix. But we can only do so much, you know? We try and try, it's constantly like a game of tennis. The victory goes back and forth, back and forth. Sometimes it feels like this war will never end, as much as I really, really wish it would.
That's where I come in though, Hermione Granger. Known to most people as "the brightest witch of my age" but I'm not always so sure about that. I mean, I guess I am a know it all, but that's pretty much all I've got going for me. My hair is a big busy mane that I prefer to acknowledge as "The rats nest", my eyes are boring old brown, I guess I would be considered skinny but I can defiantly point some things out about my body that I wish would just go away. But as I was saying, that's where I come in. I'm the Brains in the golden trio that consists of, of course, Harry and our best friend, Ronald Weasley. We've been friends since our first year at Hogwarts, and that was nearing 10 years ago.
I hardly see them anymore though. Harry's been hard at work as an Auror, between that and always being off trying to find new ways to defeat Lord Voldemort, juggling his girlfriend, Ginny, who is Ron's younger and only sister, I hardly get to see him anymore.
Then there's Ron, Keeper for the Chudley Cannons Qudditch team. We had long ago had our try at dating, and I can assure you, that was most certainly not in the cards for us. So we had a smooth transition back into friendship and not long after, he got back together with his school sweetheart, Lavender Brown.
So as you can see, everyone's busy and in love. With the exception of Lord Voldemort still running around, everything's perfect for everyone…except me, that is.
I'm a medic-witch at St. Mungo's and I mean, that was all well and good but I'm certainly lonely. The only person I really can talk to anymore is Ginny, and she is even hard to get a hold of anymore since she started her own Clothing line called, "Witch-ess". Leaving just me…poor Hermione out of the loop of things again. Go figure.
One summer afternoon, after work, I was heading out of the office to go home. It was hot and sticky from humidity and my evening plans were to head home, throw a hot-pocket in the microwave and take a nice, long buddle bath. Now that's a fun Friday night right there. As I was walking out of the office doors, I heard the secretary talking furiously into the phone, "-are you sure? Oh mom, that's horrible. What will I do? I can't marry yet! It'll ruin everything! How could the minister do this?"
My extreme curiosity was anxious to go find out what she was talking about, it sounded pretty important. Did she say something about the minister and having to get married? I didn't press it too much, I figured I'd find out eventually anyway.
Once I got home, just as I was ripping open my ham and cheese hot pocket, there was a tap at the window. I went over to see one of the ministries big gray owls with a letter clutched in its talons. After giving it a treat, and retrieving my now gooey hot pocket, I say down on the couch and tore open the letter.
"To Mrs. Hermione Jane Granger,
We are to inform you that due to the newly passed Wizarding Marriage Law that claims every mudblood or wizard with 50 or less Wizarding blood is to marry someone of the pureblood line. We are in the process of pairing you up with an eligible pureblood bachelor. Please expect to hear from us within the next 48 hours or less.
Sincerely,
Fender Blanzworth,
From the department of Wizarding marriage arrangements"
I nearly fainted. Within seconds, my hot pocket was in the garbage and I was floo-ing my way over to the Weasley house to find Ginny.
When I got there, everything was in an uproar. Ginny was nearly in tears, her father's arms around her, trying to comfort her and there were four very angry Weasley boys sitting at the table being scolded by their mother. When I made my arrival noticed by knocking a glass off the counter as I stumbled in, everyone turned.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to intrude but I-I…I…" was all I could say. Mr. Weasley finished for me as I was ushered to the table with a cup of tea put in front of me.
"You got the Letter, did you, Hermione?" He asked sulkily. I nodded numbly, I felt like I was in some crazy dream state.
"All of the Weasley kids have been set up to marry someone, except for Bill, obviously. We have no idea who's marrying who, the Ministries not letting out any more information until all the pairs are made up and if you resist the marriage, you either loose you're magic or are forced to marry." Mr. Weasley offered, figuring as to why I could be there. I'm glad he did, because I honestly didn't know how to start the conversation. I looked up, George and Fred were mumbling threats against the ministry to each other, Ron was staring fiercely at the table, and Charlie was expressing his concerns to his older, married brother, Bill.
Lose my magic? Because I didn't want to marry someone against my will? What the hell is going on!
Ginny and I ended up going up to her room, where we didn't talk. I spent the next day there, awaiting my letter so I wouldn't have to be alone when I got the news. Harry took a few days off from work and stayed as well and Bill's wife, Fleur, showed up. The Order members were constantly in and out, bringing whatever information they could find and then reporting back to learn more. It was so hectic.
The next night after I had shown up, a flock of ministry owls were knocking on the window, one addressed to each of the to-be married witches and wizards. We all sat around the kitchen. Tonks and Remus were there, leaning against the wall. They were both single to, and the new law required any woman between 17-40 and any men 18-55, to be married. Bill sat at the table, Fleur standing behind him with her hands on his shoulders. Ron was rocking back and fourth nervously in his chair, mumbling to Harry who was sitting next to him, equally nervous. Fred was sitting on the counter, George standing leaning against it. Though as to where Fred looked as if he would rip someone's head off, George was as calm as a cucumber. Charlie was sitting in front of the fire place, keeping quiet.
It was Mr. Weasley who let the owls in. They all flew over to their designated person, dropped of the letter and flew out. We all just stared at the letters for a moment, our names neatly placed on the front of them, closed with the ministry seal. Harry was the person who broke the ice and opened his letter. He read it out loud.
"To Mr. Harry James Potter,
In response to our recent letter, we have finally picked and eligible mate for you. You must understand the purpose of this law is to help the magical population grow. It is necessary for a child to be born within two years of the marriage. You are to be married to one Miss. Ginerva Weasley. Please report back to the department of Wizarding Marriage Arrangements as soon as a date is set.
Sincerely,
Fender Blanzworth,
From the department of Wizarding marriage arrangements"
Ginny screamed and threw herself into Harry's arms. He stood up, picking her up and dancing around the room with her in his arms. They were both laughing so hard. They were lucky. I was most likely going to end up marrying some hopeless cause.
While everyone else started to gingerly open their own letters, I got up and slipped out the door. I didn't want to read in front of all those people, I just wanted to know who I was going to be forced to live the rest of my life with.
As I walked down to the small pond that was near the Weasley house and sat down on a old tree stump, I could here a yell of rage and a series of curse words from the house. I then heard a loud "FRED WEASLEY! MIND YOUR SELF!" from none other then Mrs. Weasley. God, did I feel sorry for the poor woman who had to marry him.
It was bright out, I slowly opened my letter. I skipped all the stuff that said the same thing as Harry's and got right to what I needed to know. Who was I marrying?
A/N: so who wants to know who Hermiones marrying? hrmmmm? If i get some reveiws or interests, i'll continue. If i dont then well, i'll just take it off. hope to hear from you all who read be honest