Hi all! So this is a multichap I'm starting. It's for the Grimm Challenge as posted by chacus . amacus . killer. We were each given one fairytale from 211 of the Brothers Grimm fairytales, and had to write a Harry Potter story based on it. Mine was Maid Maleen (Look it up if you've never heard of it. It's good).

So begins the Prologue of this story. The chapters are going to be very short, I'm sorry to say.

~justaclassicgirl

Prologue

"Marry me."

"W-what?"

"Marry me! Look, we might not live through this battle. I want you to marry me now, so that at least I can die knowing that I was married to you."

She sighed, but her chocolate brown eyes shone with happiness. "You won't die," she said, but her voice wavered slightly. "Besides, we're only eighteen, or at least I am. You're seventeen, even younger than me!"

"It doesn't matter!" he pleaded. "Please! McGonnagall will officiate it, I know she will! And I can't dream of having anyone but you. Come on, Mione, just say yes."

Finally, she nodded, smiling widely. "Yes, I'll marry you." And with that, she took his hand and they began running down the corridor amidst the fighting and screaming and flashes of spells to where they'd last seen McGonnagall.

"Please, Professor, Hermione and I really love each other, and this might be our last chance to do this," he begged.

The professor sighed deeply, looking older than ever at that moment.

"Listen, you two, I don't think this is a good idea. You're too young for this."

"No, Professor, we're not! We could die today!" Hermione tried. "At least give us this!"

"Well, I suppose I can't stop you, now can I?" she said. "But first, Miss Granger must come with me so we can carry out the proper rituals. Nothing fancy, but they must be done for this to be official." She took Hermione by the arm. "Come along now."

And she walked back down the way they came, Hermione smiling back at her beloved and saying "I'll be back soon, don't go anywhere!" before following the professor.

"Right this way, Miss Granger," McGonnagall said, gesturing to the large door of the Room of Requirement. "The things we need for the ceremony are in here."

Hermione went inside all smiles, but her happy face soon faded as she realized the contents of the room: A bed, plenty of clean clothes, and enough food to last for years. No windows.

She spun around. "Professor, what is this?"

"I'm sorry, Hermione, but this just isn't possible. One of you was likely to die tonight, and I knew it would just break his heart if it was you. And we can't have you marrying now, when you're still teenagers! I'm sorry, Hermione, I truly am, but it's what has to be done!"

"No," she whispered. "No! He's waiting for me! What will you tell him?"

"Why, that you got cold feet, of course! What else can I say?"

"But...you'll break his heart anyway! And what about MINE?"

"If he is to defeat the Dark Lord, Hermione, things like love can't be in the way to distract him. I'm very sorry."

And with that, she closed the door to the Room of Requirement and whispered to it, "Do not let her out until seven years have passed," ignoring Hermione's wails of "NO!" from within.

Then, Professor Minerva McGonnagall rushed down the corridor, her robes swishing, anger, guilt, and sorrow filling her mind at what she'd just done.