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Sold to a Pureblood

Ch.1 Sold

The first indication that something was wrong was the sudden death of Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Minister of Magic. The second was that a man named William Worthy had been put in the position of Minister. The third and the worst was that women were becoming property. If you were married you were safe, but if you were seventeen or older and unmarried you were in my position.

Three men had come to the Burrow to tell my parents the lovely news.

"As you know the new Minister of Magic has enacted a new law that all unmarried women of age seventeen or older shall be sold to pureblood males." One man said to my father, Author Weasley.

"Your daughter is to be sold by tomorrow morning starting at ten thousand galleons and ending with the highest bidder." A second man said.

That was when my mother started crying and my brothers protesting. Harry Potter held me close as my eyes filled with tears.

I was being sold to a pureblood who would hate me and I had no way out. Maybe a rich pureblood could bid on their own child and win, but not my family.

The only good thing about it was that the money would be going to my family.

After the men from the Ministry left everyone in the house fell apart. We were all crying or telling Hermione to stay in Australia with her parents where she would be safe.

The rest of the day was just depressing. Harry was with me as much as possible. He kept saying he was sorry that this was happening to me and that he would bid on me and try to win.

I was convinced that I would never see my family or friends again after my 'owners' came to pick me up. No one knew who they were and no one could find out. Everyone kept saying that they were sorry, but really, what could they do to help me? All they wanted to do was cry and hold me. Everyone told me they loved me and that they would call the Order of the Phoenix to a meeting at Grimwrald Place.

I had to admit it was strange that suddenly Kingsley was dead and that this unknown Ministry worker had become the Minister of Magic, but I had other things to worry about.

My life could be over tomorrow and I was scared of who would own me. Most purebloods were conceited and rude. They used people and most were filthy stinkin' rich. I would probably be used to have children since most purebloods thought that a muggle child was foul and disgusting.

I cried as I said goodnight to everyone for the last time. I was afraid, but I didn't know if that was the right reaction. I felt numb and like I was in a dream even though I knew in my heart it was real. I couldn't explain how I felt to anyone, not even Charlie who knew and understood me the best of any of my brothers.

I walked into my room and shut the door behind me. I was trying to stay positive, but it wasn't working. The only positive fact I had thought of was that since I was the only female Weasley in five generations I would go for a higher price and all that money would be going to my family.

I got changed and got into bed, but I couldn't sleep. I looked up at the ceiling for what seemed like an eternity. I'm not sure I slept at all.

I think I had just closed my eyes when my mother came in and hugged me, her cheeks wet from tears. "I was praying that it wouldn't be them, but I didn't pray hard enough," she cried.

"Mom, what is it?" I asked sleepily, hugging her tightly.

"They told us who owns you," My mother balled. I tried to get more out of her, but all I got was crying.

Well, I hope you liked the first chapter, sorry it was so short. Please tell me if you liked it or hated it.

-Wals