I know I'm a bit late in doing a Marriage Law fic, but I've felt so inspired by others, I though I would give it a go.

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The Ministry Of Magic had decided that, due to such heavy losses during the war against Voldemort, they would have to impose a new law, pairing the younger generations of witches and wizards to try and provide some stability in their world. It was also the hope that it would encourage love to grow and more children of magical capabilities to be produced. Knowing that this law would be met by much hostility, the Ministry Of Magic had said that they would only pair people with someone they already knew and liked, and knowing how men grew in maturity at a slower rate than women, they would aim to pair witches with someone senior in age to themselves.

Harry, having no family left after the war, was staying at The Burrow with the Weasleys while number 12 Grimmauld Place was being refurbished. He already had plans to propose to Ginny, and was just waiting for the right time to ask Mr Weasley for his daughter's hand. Although this hadn't been the ideal time, he knew he would have to get in before the law passed, and he had no choice. George, having lost Fred, had clung to Angelina, and through their shared grief, they come together, healing each other's wounds and reawakening love. They had married not long after the war, the wedding providing some much needed joy into the lives of those left living.

Hermione, unfortunately having lost her parents during the war, the Death Eaters having found them in Australia, was also at The Burrow. Her relationship with Ron had fizzled out, them realising that they only got together in the first place because they felt that it was the right thing to do. She was waiting on job applications getting back to her, then would move on and find her own place to live, not that she didn't appreciate the roof over her head that the Weasleys had been so kind to provide, but she felt so crowded there, she needed space to concentrate and read.

Bill and Fleur was enjoying the first throes of parenthood with their first child, Victoire, in Shell Cottage. Bill had vowed to stay there, watching over Dobby's grave until his dying day. They kept in touch with the family, but liked to keep their little family to themselves while people worked through grief. It was a hard balance to maintain, but they felt if they leant too heavily on their already shattered family, they would never grow as their own little unit.

Percy had married Penelope as soon as the war had ended, and though he was reunited with his family, still felt the need to keep a little distance. The pair had moved into a modest flat in Diagon Alley, close enough for Percy to get to work at the Ministry and for Penelope to be close to her family. Now that the Ministry had been built up again after the Death Eater infiltration, Percy had gone back as the head of the Department for Magical Co-Operation. It was still taking time for the wizarding world to trust the Ministry again after the way they had treated Harry and other rebels who had tried to help him in his quest to destroy Voldemort.

That left Arthur and Molly to watch over George and Angelina, who were still rebuilding the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes shop and flat, Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny. With fewer people in The Burrow, they could spread out to a room each for the singles and couples. It was on a hot September morning when a flurry of owls flew into sight as they were all sat around the table eating breakfast. It was on this hot September morning that they would be thrown into complete disarray as they found out what the Ministry had in store for them.