Prologue Revised c
I froze near the door, staring at the man waiting for me at the other end of the aisle. Technically not even a man,having only turned seventeen the day before. As for me, I wasn't even seventeen yet, I still had four days. And I wasn't having to marry a normal guy, like other girls my age, oh no. I had to marry Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Arthur Weasley was walking me down the aisle, since my father was on the run. He cleared his throat softly, and I continued down the aisle.
"Do you, Amelia Faith Gibbs, take this man, Harry James Potter, to be your magically bound husband?"
I paused for a moment. "You have to marry him," I heard my father's voice say, from a memory. "You either marry him or have your magic taken and your wand snapped. Don't be stupid."
"I do." My voice rang out in the silent hall. I felt all eyes on me, as the same question was asked to Harry Potter. Why did this have to happen now? I thought. Why couldn't it have waited until after the war was over?
Of course, I knew the answer to that. My father had told me. It had all been arranged by the Dark Lord, he said. Voldemort (I had always been taught that fear of a name only increases fear in the thing itself) wanted certain individuals linked to him. Namely, the Order of the Phoenix, and Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, Harry's best friends. Although this had backfired, apparently, as my father came home one night, shortly after the law was announced, close to passing out after having been tortured. The Order had married between them. Even Ron and Hermione had married the day before to avoid having to marry death eaters.
Harry and I had had no choice. Voldemort had arranged it himself, in the hopes that since married couples couldn't spend more than a weekend apart from each other, I would have to turn him in eventually. Little did he know that I had no such plan. Harry and I didn't know each other very well, that was true. Spending six years at Hogwarts together meant that we could recognize each other's faces, but we were usually only in History of Magic together. But there was no way I was going to turn in my husband, even if my father was one of his "main supporters."
And my father understood. His name is Severus Snape - one of Voldemort's inner circle, almost his number one confident, after he had murdered Albus Dumbledore. Despite this, he was not on Voldemort's side. Since I was a baby, not even a year old, he had plotted against him, spying against him for Dumbledore, for the Order of the Phoenix, in the hopes that the Dark Lord would be taken down. Murdering Dumbledore, although that had turned the Order against him, had been planned by my father and Dumbledore himself.
The minister's voice brought me back to the present. "I now pronounce you husband and wife."
I was now Harry Potter's wife. The wife of the Boy Who Lived.
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