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Note: This story takes place a few years after OOTP. Voldemort is gone and all of his death Eaters that were willing to live under the constant supervision of the ministry did not go to Azkaban. A new regime has begun at the ministry. The minister, though not evil, is a firm believer that he needs to strengthen the magical blood in England. Thus, the Ministerial Decrees…
CHAPTER ONE: Decree #27
It was breakfast time at the Weasley house when the letter came. It read:
To whom it may concernIn order to cleanse and preserve our race, it has come time to encourage proper marriages and breeding among our people.
All unmarried and eligible witches and wizards are to marry and produce with one of the pure blood. They are only allowed to marry and/or breed with a half-blood if it is their only available option. Under no circumstances are muggles or muggleborns to marry or breed with anyone other than someone of their own kind. Any marriages between muggleborns and half bloods or between either of these two and a pureblood are now void, unless the couple in question has been joined for over ten years. All children from these voided unions are to stay with their more magical parent.
The ministry will oversee all marriage arrangements, for your maximum convenience and comfort. Please remember this is for the greater good of the community and of our race. Attached is the list of names those in your family will be paired with.
Sincerely,
Matteus Swip
Minister of Magic.
Mr. Weasley put the letter down slowly, face pale. Then he passed it to his wife.
"WHAT!" she shrieked halfway through the letter," They have no right! For the good of our race my ars—" She stopped mid word and looked down the table, shaking.
"Mum, what does it say?" asked Ginny.
Mrs. Weasley's eyes filled with tears.
"You- you're going to get married." She stammered.
Ginny laughed.
"We already know that, Mum" she said, taking Harry's hand and smiling.
"N- NO!" Molly Weasley yelled, " not to Harry." She passed the letter down to her daughter, who read it aloud. When she was finished Ginny dropped the letter onto the table and put her head in her hands.
"Wait… I don't see what's so bad" said Harry, while attempting to comfort his fiancée.
"Harry" sobbed Ginny, "It means we can't be married. It means I have to marry some one else…because your mum was a muggleborn."
"WHAT?" he yelled, standing up. "They can't do this!" He slammed his fist onto the table.
"Actually they can" Mr. Weasley said quietly, standing himself, "We have no choice."
"We can run! We can fight!" Seethed Harry.
Mr. Weasley shook his head.
"Fighting is of no use… nor is running, Harry. We should see what the damage is." He flipped to the second page of the letter and looked down at who his children would be married to.
"No… not Ginny… on lord" he whispered, sitting back down.
"Who?" asked a tearful Ginny.
"M- Malfoy" said her father.
" Ferret boy!?!" exclaimed Harry and Ron at the same time.
Mr. Weasley shook his head a second time.
"His father" was all he said.
Harry and Ron collapsed into their chairs. Ginny was having hard time breathing.
"Harry" she whispered, reaching out for him.
She saw flashing lights everywhere, and with a small moan, Ginny passed out.
"Hermione" groaned Ron. He looked at this parents." I'd better go tell her the wedding is off." Then he ran out of the room and I wasn't until much later that everyone realized Ron had been speaking about his own wedding.
When Ginny awoke she receive the news that George was to marry Padma Patil and Ron, Luna Lovegood.
"Wait… isn't Lucius married already?" she asked, feeling a faint glimmer of hope.
"No" said her father," Narcissa was murdered a little over a year age, by a muggle"
"Oh" said Ginny, now resigned to her fat.
"Hey, this means you'll be Draco's … stepmother!" chortled George.
For the first time, Ginny let the hilarity and irony of her situation rollover her and she could not hold back a laugh.
"I don't think its funny at all." Grumbled Harry.
Ginny bit her lip as she started crying, and soon everyone was crying over their own losses and worries.
A while later, a great brown owl swooped in through the window and dropped a letter onto Ginny's lap before perching itself on the windowsill.
Ginny looked down at the paper in her hands The address was simple.
To Ms. Ginervra Weasley,
From the Head of the House of
Malfoy.
Ginny looked up.
" It's from him"
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