DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything, and people..if you read this and find
that it sounds like a ff that you have read, or like one that you have
wrote, don't blame me, blame my unconscious mind, because this all came to
me in a dream, so just read!
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Harry Potter sat in the Great Hall, a place of great social gatherings. Harry loved it here, and he much enjoyed the people and teachers that ran Hogwarts. But one day something came in the mail that he thought must have been a mistake. The letter was not for him though, but for Dumbledore.
The story starts on the first day of school, during the Feast, when Dumbledore was directed off his pedestal in the far most end of the room by Filtch, the caretaker. He led him into a side door, out of the Great Hall.
"Dumbledore, a letter for you, sir," said Filtch, as he handed a neatly rolled up piece of parchment to Dumbledore.
"Do you know what this is about, Argus? Bringing me away from my dinner for a letter? Must be important I suppose?" said Dumbledore, over his half moon spectacles.
"Well, it wasn't brought by an owl sir. It was brought by hand."
Dumbledore looked at him, some what amused. "Continue," said Dumbledore, half smiling.
"Well sir, they said it was urgent. They said you where to read it right away, and that they would see to it that you did," said Filtch, tilting his head in the direction of a dark corner. There in the shadow stood a figure. Dumbledore peered over, and looked back at Filtch.
"Argus," he said, pointing to the small door that they had entered. Filtch left the room, slightly disgruntled, and closed the door with a crash.
"Ah, Mr. Rancor. Is it that time already?" said Dumbledore, as the Figure shifted in the shadows, for the lit center of the room was much too bright.
"Tis, I'm 'fraid," said the man.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Well, are you going to eat that or not, mate?" said Ron, pointing at a cinnamon roll on Harry's plate. Ron was a redheaded boy, who had an intense craving for.well.food.
"No, you can have it. I'm not hungry," said Harry, who picked up the roll, and pushed it onto Ron's plate.
"Harry, are you feeling okay? You haven't eaten at all today," said Hermione, another one of Harry's friends. Hermione was a bushy-haired know- it-all, and that's the way Ron and Harry liked it to be.
"Oh, I'm fine. It's just-" Harry looked at them both, "-never mind, I'm fine."
"Oh go on, Harry! Tell us. You can trust us! We're your mates, we're your pals!" said Ron, patting Harry particularly hard on the back.
"Yes Harry, if something's bothering you, then you should tell us. It'll do loads of good if you do," said Hermione, pouring gravy onto her mashed potatoes.
"It's just... I have a feeling something is going to happen today. Something really wild."
"Is Hermione going to flunk a test for the first time!?" asked Ron, looking hopeful. Hermione lightly punched him in the arm.
"No, I don't think that's it."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Should I tell him now, Rancor? Or shall I wait for a more appropriate time?" asked Dumbledore.
"Fetch the boy, he might 's well know now. Better now then the day before! Am I right?" said the man jokingly, still in the shadows.
"Yes, yes I suppose you're right." Dumbledore nodded, and left the small room for the Great Hall again, to see Filtch standing by the door with a small glass cup, used to hear through the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Look, Dumbledore's coming. Maybe he's come to tell you the news of your aunt and uncle tragically dieing in a freak battery acid accident," said Ron to Harry, as they both watched Dumbledore walk the length of the table towards them.
"Yeah, so tragic," said Harry sarcastically. '
"Harry, I need to talk to you," the trio stared at him, waiting for him to speak, "alone, if we may?" he asked.
Harry followed Dumbledore to the room that Mr. Rancor was in.
"Harry," said Dumbledore, unfolding the piece of parchment that Filtch had given to him, "Please read this."
Harry took it from him and read.
::To Whom It May Concern,
This letter is a reminding of an agreement that the Teed Family had with the Potter family.
Before the tragic passing of young Sir Harry Potter's Parents, a Mister Oliver Teed, and a Mister James Potter, agreed that if something where to happen to either family; i.e. a sudden passing of both parents, or the sudden insanity of both parents, that the children, when of the age of sixteen, must wed, as to be taken care of by the significant other. Together they will support each other, and continue the noble work in the Order of the Phoenix that their parents had started.
If this letter is being read, that indicates that one of the above has happened to both parents of both families. The wedding is to take place immediately. This Document is not to be broken. If, by the age of seventeen, the wedding has not taken place, all relatives of these families will succumb to the same fate of their lost loved ones.
With luck,
Mister Gideon Rancor::
Harry looked up from the parchment, and looked back down. His eyes fixed on the words "Wedding".
"Are you telling me that I have to marry some girl that I don't even know? And my father promised I would!?" said Harry in half anger, half disbelief.
"There's one small fact that the parchment didn't mention," said Mr. Rancor. Harry looked up, possibly wondering what could make a sudden marriage to a random girl at the age of sixteen worse than it already was.
"Tis not a random girl you're marrying, son. But it is a random boy," said Mr. Rancor. "Not one of the Teeds are women. All three of those lads. You'll be takin' the hand of the oldest one. Sean."
Harry's jaw practically hit the floor.
a/n: sorry its so long! I'll try to shorten them up a bit if I write more! -.^
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry Potter sat in the Great Hall, a place of great social gatherings. Harry loved it here, and he much enjoyed the people and teachers that ran Hogwarts. But one day something came in the mail that he thought must have been a mistake. The letter was not for him though, but for Dumbledore.
The story starts on the first day of school, during the Feast, when Dumbledore was directed off his pedestal in the far most end of the room by Filtch, the caretaker. He led him into a side door, out of the Great Hall.
"Dumbledore, a letter for you, sir," said Filtch, as he handed a neatly rolled up piece of parchment to Dumbledore.
"Do you know what this is about, Argus? Bringing me away from my dinner for a letter? Must be important I suppose?" said Dumbledore, over his half moon spectacles.
"Well, it wasn't brought by an owl sir. It was brought by hand."
Dumbledore looked at him, some what amused. "Continue," said Dumbledore, half smiling.
"Well sir, they said it was urgent. They said you where to read it right away, and that they would see to it that you did," said Filtch, tilting his head in the direction of a dark corner. There in the shadow stood a figure. Dumbledore peered over, and looked back at Filtch.
"Argus," he said, pointing to the small door that they had entered. Filtch left the room, slightly disgruntled, and closed the door with a crash.
"Ah, Mr. Rancor. Is it that time already?" said Dumbledore, as the Figure shifted in the shadows, for the lit center of the room was much too bright.
"Tis, I'm 'fraid," said the man.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Well, are you going to eat that or not, mate?" said Ron, pointing at a cinnamon roll on Harry's plate. Ron was a redheaded boy, who had an intense craving for.well.food.
"No, you can have it. I'm not hungry," said Harry, who picked up the roll, and pushed it onto Ron's plate.
"Harry, are you feeling okay? You haven't eaten at all today," said Hermione, another one of Harry's friends. Hermione was a bushy-haired know- it-all, and that's the way Ron and Harry liked it to be.
"Oh, I'm fine. It's just-" Harry looked at them both, "-never mind, I'm fine."
"Oh go on, Harry! Tell us. You can trust us! We're your mates, we're your pals!" said Ron, patting Harry particularly hard on the back.
"Yes Harry, if something's bothering you, then you should tell us. It'll do loads of good if you do," said Hermione, pouring gravy onto her mashed potatoes.
"It's just... I have a feeling something is going to happen today. Something really wild."
"Is Hermione going to flunk a test for the first time!?" asked Ron, looking hopeful. Hermione lightly punched him in the arm.
"No, I don't think that's it."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Should I tell him now, Rancor? Or shall I wait for a more appropriate time?" asked Dumbledore.
"Fetch the boy, he might 's well know now. Better now then the day before! Am I right?" said the man jokingly, still in the shadows.
"Yes, yes I suppose you're right." Dumbledore nodded, and left the small room for the Great Hall again, to see Filtch standing by the door with a small glass cup, used to hear through the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Look, Dumbledore's coming. Maybe he's come to tell you the news of your aunt and uncle tragically dieing in a freak battery acid accident," said Ron to Harry, as they both watched Dumbledore walk the length of the table towards them.
"Yeah, so tragic," said Harry sarcastically. '
"Harry, I need to talk to you," the trio stared at him, waiting for him to speak, "alone, if we may?" he asked.
Harry followed Dumbledore to the room that Mr. Rancor was in.
"Harry," said Dumbledore, unfolding the piece of parchment that Filtch had given to him, "Please read this."
Harry took it from him and read.
::To Whom It May Concern,
This letter is a reminding of an agreement that the Teed Family had with the Potter family.
Before the tragic passing of young Sir Harry Potter's Parents, a Mister Oliver Teed, and a Mister James Potter, agreed that if something where to happen to either family; i.e. a sudden passing of both parents, or the sudden insanity of both parents, that the children, when of the age of sixteen, must wed, as to be taken care of by the significant other. Together they will support each other, and continue the noble work in the Order of the Phoenix that their parents had started.
If this letter is being read, that indicates that one of the above has happened to both parents of both families. The wedding is to take place immediately. This Document is not to be broken. If, by the age of seventeen, the wedding has not taken place, all relatives of these families will succumb to the same fate of their lost loved ones.
With luck,
Mister Gideon Rancor::
Harry looked up from the parchment, and looked back down. His eyes fixed on the words "Wedding".
"Are you telling me that I have to marry some girl that I don't even know? And my father promised I would!?" said Harry in half anger, half disbelief.
"There's one small fact that the parchment didn't mention," said Mr. Rancor. Harry looked up, possibly wondering what could make a sudden marriage to a random girl at the age of sixteen worse than it already was.
"Tis not a random girl you're marrying, son. But it is a random boy," said Mr. Rancor. "Not one of the Teeds are women. All three of those lads. You'll be takin' the hand of the oldest one. Sean."
Harry's jaw practically hit the floor.
a/n: sorry its so long! I'll try to shorten them up a bit if I write more! -.^