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MINISTRY OF MAGIC ANNOUNCES NEW LAWIn the early hours of Tuesday, a top-secret meeting of the most powerful and influential wizards was held at the Ministry of Magic at London. It cumulated in the announcement of the Matrimonial Licensing and Wizard Breeding Act. The move took place allegedly in response to the increasing rates of squib births. This new law has been in discussion for a long time, with the top brass debating the finer details. It has been announced with the following requirements:
1) All wizards and itches between the ages of 18 and 40 for women and 18 and 50 for men, must be married within a suitable period of time not exceeding 30 days.
2) All muggle borns are required to marry only pure bloods.
3) Half bloods are required to marry half bloods or pure bloods.
4) Purebloods, having a better strain, have the freedom to marry any witch/wizard.
5) No witch or wizard, under any circumstances, is allowed to marry a muggle, under penalty of death. Any such existing marriages must be terminated.
6) A pureblood is one whose parents are pureblood and whose grandparents are at least half bloods.
6) Failure to comply with the law will have severe consequences.
"Of course, it seems like this is a drastic measure." said Minister for magic, Pius Thickness at the time of announcing this act. "But in these times of turmoil, there is an urgent need to weed out hostile elements in society. This is a move for the greater good, and I have heard a lot of people clamoring for just such an act."
According to Wizarding strains and magical blood expert Cornel Trevor, "This act is a welcome relief and a bold move on the part of the goverment. My research has proved that the blood of muggleborns may not be as pure as those of purebloods due to-"
"Oh, of course your research would say that we have seen the number of free lunches Thickness has been treating you of late." Remus Lupin said in a bitter voice, as he folded up the newspaper with the blaring headline and a picture of a vacantly smiling Thickness waving from the front page. "The rest is the usual rubbish- hinting at the despicability of muggle borns and the godliness of purebloods."
The members of the Order remained silent. An emergency meeting had gathered everyone here at 10 o'clock on Tuesday. The silence was tense and strained, and the atmosphere in the kitchen was for once matching the grim interiors of 12, Grimmauld Place.
"Well it's a clever ruse isn't it? Disgusting, surely, but how very cleverly termed." said Minerva Mcgonagall her piercing eyes looking around the room.
"Of course, Minerva, we see right through it, but everyone else is either brainwashed or in with them. 'Better quality stock?' " said Lupin, directing a disgusted glance at the newspaper. "It comes down to this: the muggleborns are in a real jam, and nothing else."
"But how can they be allowed to pass this through? Doesn't anyone realize Voldemort is working this and his motives behind it?" demanded Harry Potter.
"And surely, Remus, you realize the only option left for the muggleborns?" Tonks added.
Lupin looked exceptionally tired. He said "Harry, you're right to be amazed at the apathy and ignorance of the wizarding population, but things have changed now. This isn't permanent - its only until the war breaks out, after which either ways, the Order won't be around much longer. And yes, Tonks the only option it seems" he took a deep breath "is to go into hiding".
There was an outbreak of murmurs amongst the members and Hestia Jones said "Well, Lupin, that doesn't solve our problem at all. About half of us are muggleborns and currently employed at the cant just leave!"
This time, it was Kingsley Shacklebolt who answered, "Don't exaggerate, the muggleborns in the Order, only half work at the ministry. The rest can go into hiding and continue with their Order work, as some of them, such as Nora, do anyway. The others can all afford to quit. We wanted them to, anyway. The ministry isn't such a safe haven for Muggleborns anymore." His deep tones had calming effect on almost everyone present.
Lupin continued "Yes, and anyway, we've drawn up a list of all the people who are in danger, and the options open to them. We are not going to force marriage on anyone."
He began gathering his papers and the spell broke. Everyone began shuffling about and grouping together and discussing the development, as Shacklebolt and Lupin called all the muggleborns to them one by one.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Tonks sat at the table. Harry looked at Ron, whose face was a determined mixture of guilt and defiance. He was now married to Lavender Brown. They had married on a drunken night a few months back, and the ministry was refusing to grant them divorce, purely out of malice.
"...its a pity you got drunk, Ron. Otherwise, you and Hermione...I mean. You know, you'll were seeing each other, right?"Tonk was saying her hair bright pink and her voice loud. She, happily married to Remus, a half blood, was definitely safe.
"Ahem." said Ron, red-faced.
"I don't know about that, Tonks. The situation is grave, but even then I don't like adulterous fools. " said Hermione her voice icy and her eyes blazing. Ron went redder.
"Well, never mind. You can revenge yourself by marrying the funny, sexy older brother" grinned Fred as he affectionately held out his hand with a twinkle in his eye.
Hermione smiled in spite of herself, a weak, unsure smile. The Weasely family had been really supportive of her throughout her tumultuous relationship with Ron, even now that she wasn't really talking to him. "I'm sure. I just hope it doesn't run in the family."
"Oh, no, I've always said Ron was swapped at the cradle." said George.
They all laughed and Ron frowned at his brother. He said, looking anywhere but at Hermione, "Well, I wish I could take it back, but I cant. You know how much I regret it..."he petered off as Hermione said, "Well; it's my turn" to the rest of them and stalked off. An uncomfortable silence fell as Ron stared dejectedly at the ground. Fred said, "Well, I hear none of our muggleborns will have to marry."
"They will still need one representative of this group, you know. Someone to boost peoples morale, inspire them to revolt and get away with it. Like how we always have Sirius flaunting all the other Pureblood rules." said Harry, thoughtfully.
"Yeah...bet they pick Hestia." said George.
"No, they wont. Shes 42 - above the limit." said Ron.
"You don't say!" Fred said winking at George. "Been to her latest birthday party have you?"
"Hey, stop that..."Tonks said as the twins went off into simultaneous sniggers. She was straining her eyes, and apparently, ears too, looking at where Hermione looked deep in a grave discussion with Lupin and Kingsley.
"She doesn't look too happy." whispered Tonks.
Harry watched, as Hermione seemed to get increasingly perplexed. At one point she raised her voice shrill and loud enough for them to hear her say "...how you could even ask me. I'm too young! And how do you expect him to accept?.."
After some time, Hermione calmed down as Kingsley spoke to her, and Hermione fell silent. She seemed at a loss of words. Harry worriedly hurried towards her as she got up from the table and walked towards them, looking dazed and shaken.
She looked up at Harry a she saw him approaching and with an earnest voice she said "They want me to stay, Harry." Ignoring his worried outburst, she said in a whisper, her face expressionless but her voice trembling "And they want me to marry Sirius in order to do it."
Harry gasped.