Hey, I know I've been lagging in a few of my other stories, but I've just hit roadblocks with some of them... if ayone wants to help me finish them, give me ideas or anything, just add me on their Windows Live Messenger (MSN) which you can find on my profile. Thanks!
Discalimer: Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter or its affiliates, so please don't sue me!
This is meant to be a humorous marriage law fic, since I seem to be famous for my randomness. The Dark Lord is dead, Lockhart has his memory back and is again teaching at Hogwarts, there isn't any slash in here, persay, and if there is, it's not a main character, so no icky stuff. Just laugh
Enjoy and review!
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"Merlin's saggy left ballock!!"
Several heads turned at the rude outcry and a few giggled at the obcene curse, but Hermione Granger was not laughing. She set down her Evening Prophet, lookng angry and shaking with rage.
"What is it, Hermione?" gasped Ron, half amused, half alarmed. Harry shoveled a forkfull of steak into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully as he took Hermione's paper from her. Ron read it aloud over his shoulder.
"Ministry Passes New Marriage Law..." he frowned slightly, as though trying to work out what it meant. Harry swallowed and read the article below the headline.
"Ministry recently took a poll of the number of witches and wizards being born and have concluded that the precentage has dropped dramatically over the past year. Not helped, of course, by the recent war and defeat of Lord He-Whose-Name-Must-Be-Hyphenated, since said wwar killed off more than half of us. The Ministry has therefor imposed a new Marriage Law act. Any muggle-born witch or wizard of the correct age must be married off to a pureblood or half-blood witch or wizard within the next two months. Continued on Page 5," he read aloud.
"It's not all. Turn it to page 5 and read that," Hermione snapped angrily, buttering her toast far too hard and tearing holes in it.
"What'd the toast do to you?" smirked Ron, pointing to it. Jam was bleeding onto the table, staining the tablecloth purple-red and her toast had been reduced to a palm-sized pile of crums.
Harry turned the paper to page 5 and read on.
"All pureblood witches or wizards of the age to marry may send in a petition for their wanted one's hand in marriage to the Ministry of Magic. Said witch or wizard will be permitted to choose whichever witch or wizard he or she would like over the rest if he or she receives more than one," he continued.
"Then it just goes on to quote different people on what they think of th law," Hermione snapped, and she began slaughtering another slice of toast.
Up at the staff table, Professor Lockhart was looking odd. He wasn't his usually airy smily dunderhead self. He was loooking oddly over the staff table at the new Muggle studies teacher, Professor Carridan. He had spiky black hair and blue eyes and a lot of the girls liked him.
"What do you reckon Lockhart likes that Carridan bloke?" asked Ron, jerking his thumb at the blonde man.
"I really wouldn't surprise me," sniffed Hermione. Her toast had been reduced to a pile of crumbs again.
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Well, please review!!!!!! I think this is gonna get sillier the longer I go on, i JUST WANTED TO MAKE THIS ONE A BIT SERIOUS. ...rrr... stupid caps lock button...
