Hello again! Thank you to everyone who read the first chapter, and I hope you like the second chapter! By the way, this is IMPORTANT, the current month is supposed to be February. :D

Chapter Two- The Couples

It was released earlier today that the Ministry of Magic made a new marriage law. Due to a drop in population from the war against You-Know-Who, the Ministry was forced to arrange marriages to try to help. Each person whose name was submitted will receive an owl today, bringing them news on who they are to marry. "It's for the best," one Ministry worker tells us. All people between the ages seventeen and thirty…

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Draco's eyes widened with shock, but he didn't have enough time to say anything. Two large owls, each with a red letter tied to its leg, were knocking at the window, waiting for it to be opened. Narcissa walked across the room and pulled up the glass, the two birds flying down on the table. "Uh," the woman reached a hand out as if to stop the birds from landing as they scratched her table, "Never mind."

Jamie took the two letters away from the birds, handing one out to Draco. Jamie opened hers slowly, afraid to see what was inside. She unfolded the letter even more slowly as Draco gasped with disgust.

Congratulations Ms. Riddle! The paper read, we have found you a suitable husband to marry. We have discovered that you and Mr. Ronald Weasley are quite compatible. You must be married in the next year. Us at the Ministry suggest that you meet your new fiancé sometime in the next week. We hope that you are happy and enjoy being with each other. If you have any questions, please contact Idina Smunge at the new Marriage Offices at the Ministry of Magic.

It was signed Idina Smunge

Jamie looked down at the paper in horror. "Who did you get?" Draco leaned over her shoulder, trying to see what it had said. Jamie blocked the paper, but Draco still saw it. "Ron Weasley?" he raised his eyebrows, "I guess were going to be family then."

"What do you mean?" Jamie asked, confused.

"I have to marry his sister, Ginny."

**

Harry and Ron were each half awake, trying to make their way down the stairs in the early morning. When they reached the kitchen, Hermione and Ginny were already sitting at the table, eating eggs and bacon. Both looked as tired as the two boys. "Good morning," Ginny yawned.

Harry and Ron sat down, just as an owl swooped through the window, carrying a copy of the Daily Prophet. Mrs. Weasley came in, took the paper, and went back into the other room. The four at the table continued eating in silence. Five more owls flew in and scared Hermione, who accidentally flung her eggs on the wall. There was a letter for each of them, and the last one was for George. Ron ripped his off quickly, a disgusted look on his face as he read it. Harry took his off slowly, still tired. He read it multiple times, trying to figure out what it said.

Congratulations Mr. Potter! We have found you a suitable wife to marry. We have discovered that you and Ms. Lavender Brown are quite compatible. You must be married in the next year. Us at the Ministry suggest that you meet your new fiancé sometime in the next week. We hope that you are happy and enjoy being with each other. If you have any questions, please contact Idina Smunge at the new Marriage Offices at the Ministry of Magic.

Idina Smunge

Hermione and Ginny read theirs, and both were also confused. Mrs. Weasley stormed back into the room, saw that each was holding a red letter, and cried in disgust. "I can't believe they're doing this!" she snarled.

"What do you mean?" Ginny questioned.

"The Ministry made a marriage law!" Mrs. Weasley explained angrily, "They are making everyone between the ages of seventeen and thirty, who isn't already married, get married!"

Harry looked down at the paper in his hand again, finally understanding. "No!" he nearly shouted.

"Harry!" Ron gasped, looking at his paper with wide eyes, "I have to marry Jamie Riddle!"

Hermione looked crushed, knowing that her boyfriend had to marry someone else. Ginny had the same expression on her face. Harry's eyes widened to, in shock. "No way!" he said.

"Who are you marrying?" Ron asked the others.

"Malfoy," Ginny snarled through her teeth.

"Lavender Brown," Harry complained.

Hermione blushed, and squeaked quietly, "I have to marry Neville."

Ron laughed. "You? With Neville?"

"What?" Hermione asked, hurt.

"Neville!" Ron laughed, "And you! I doubt it would ever work."

"You care more about the fact that I have to marry Neville then the fact that your girlfriend has to marry someone else?" Hermione still had a depressed look on her face.

Ginny put her hand on her friends shoulder and whispered in her ear, "It's Ron, don't worry about it. I bet he's trying to hide the fact that he's actually horrified."

Harry snorted. Neither girl had realized that he had heard them, and Ron gave him a curious look. Harry waved him off, not wanting to admit he had heard them. "I can't believe I have to marry Malfoy!" Ginny groaned.

Harry put his arm around his girlfriend and tried to comfort her. "Don't worry; we'll try to find a way out of it."

George came flying down the stairs a few moments later. "Mom told me what the ministry did," he said. His eyes turned towards the owl with the last red letter on its leg, and all five went silent. "Oh no," he whispered.

He read the page quickly, then crinkled it up in anger. "Pansy Parkinson."

Hermione's jaw dropped, while Ginny gasped and whispered "Slytherins."

George sat down and scooped eggs onto his plate, stabbing his plate furiously and making a horrible screeching noise. The flames turned green and Neville stepped out, blushing. "I'm sorry to just, well, burst in?" he blushed a deeper red, his cheeks the darkest spots on his face.

He stepped out of the way as the flames burned green again. "I brought Lavender with me," he hung his head and the color started to fade from his face, just slightly.

"Hi Harry!" Lavender squeaked as she came out of the fire place.

"Uh, Hello Lavender," he replied.

She giggled, turned her head towards her shoulder, then turned again to look at the others. She bit her lips as she asked, "How is everyone?"

They all looked around at each other, not sure what to say. George finally said, "Um, horrible."

"Why?" Lavender was stunned.

"Well," Ron said sarcastically, "Let's see. We all received a letter from the Ministry of Magic saying that we are going to be forced to marry people, even if we don't want to. We're all extremely happy and excited about that!"

Lavender smiled, somehow not catching the sarcasm. "Well, that's great! I think that all us girls should get together and plan our weddings. They shouldn't be near each other, more spread out. We do have a whole year. We also need to plan everything together, so we don't get stressed and start worrying…" she continued on, but no one seemed to be listening anymore.

Another owl flew through the window, this one a shockingly dark black. Its eyes were the same color as its feathers, and you would barely be able to see them if they were shinning. It had a letter clutched in its beak. Landing in front of Ron, it dropped the letter and started eating a piece of bacon off his plate. "Who could this be from?" he asked no one specifically.

He unfolded it and started reading aloud. "Dear Ron. My name is Jamie, and I understand that the Ministry put us together for the marriage law. Since we haven't met before, I think that we most likely should. When should we meet, and where? Please respond quickly. Sincerely, Jamie."

Ron grabbed a quill and a new piece of paper, quickly wrote, Use the floo, come to the Burrow sometime today, and gave it back to the bird. The owl flew back out the window and was quickly a small, black speck in the distant sky.

Ginny got up and walked away as Lavender came over to talk to her about what day each should get married. Tears sparkled in Ginny's eyes as she tried to get out of the now full room. Harry went to try to follow her, but Lavender glared at him and grabbed his hand. "Were basically engaged now," she told him, "She needs to realize that fact. If she doesn't get over you soon, I bet she never will."

Harry glared back at her, horrified by how nasty she was being. "But Ginny and I were dating!" Harry hissed, running out of the room.

Lavender dropped her hand, shocked. "I didn't know that," she said simply, "I thought it was still just a crush."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, yes. I'm sure you didn't know."

Lavender stared evilly at her. "I didn't. How would I have known?"

Hermione walked away, Neville going after her. The people still in the kitchen could hear, in the other room, the three trying to calm Ginny down with Mrs. Weasley's help. "So…" George broke the awkward silence, "What do we do know?"

"Oh!" Lavender squealed, "Please tell me who you two are supposed to marry soon. I'm extremely excited about all this. There will be so many weddings. I love weddings!"

Ron shook his head slightly. "I have to marry a girl named Jamie Riddle," he said, "She's two years older then us, and was is Ravenclaw."

"Pansy Parkinson," George grimaced.

"Uh," Lavender grimaced to, "How lucky for you." The boys both nodded slowly. "Well," she continued, "We can still make this a good situation! If we try to think of everything as a positive, it might seem a little better."

"I don't think so…" Ron shook his head.

The flames burned green, and Draco stepped out. "What are you doing here?" George hissed.

"I'm here with Jamie," he snarled, "Her and Pansy are following in a minute. I need to talk to Ginny. Where is she?"

All three pointed to the door and he walked through. Moments later, Pansy fell out of the flames, muttering, "I hate traveling with floo powder!"

When she saw George, she sat down and stared at him. "So," she started tapping her foot, "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know," he snapped back without thinking.

Still, the flames turned the acid green again and Jamie stepped out. Ron's jaw dropped. She looked, almost scarily, like Lily Potter. Jamie was just as Harry had described, and Ron pulled her into the other room. "Harry! Ron hissed quietly.

His friend looked over at Ron and his eyes widened. Harry got up quickly, told Ginny he would be back in a few minutes, and followed Ron and Jamie out of the room. Jamie's eyes widened like Harry's, her blue eyes brighter then the day before. They stared at each other until Ron asked, "This is the Jamie you met yesterday, right?"

Harry nodded slowly, still looking at the girl in front of him. "Uh, I need to go back in the room with Ginny," Harry turned around, "I think she's still upset."

He hurried back through the door and disappeared. "Um, I haven't really introduced myself," Jamie stuck out her hand and smiled, "I'm Jamie. I'm guessing you're most likely Ron?"

Ron took her hand and replied, "Yeah."

They stood there awkwardly, then followed Harry into the room. Lavender, Pansy, and George had already joined the large group. All ten of them sat in a circle, some on chairs or couches, some on the floor. "I still think that we need to plan our weddings together," Lavender started again, "Now, I talked to Professor Trelawney, and she said that my wedding will have something to do with July, so I think that mine and Harry's wedding should be in July."

"Oh, of course," Hermione rolled her eyes, "July can't have anything to do with Harry's birthday, now can it?"

Lavender continued, trying to hide her blush. "Now, I think that everyone should pick a day, or at least a month, to get married."

Ginny, who still had silent tears leaking from her eyes every few minutes, whispered, "How can we choose that now? We just found out about all this about an hour and a half ago."

Pansy nodded in agreement and said, "I agree with Ginny. How are we supposed to know what month we want to get married now? Also, I want to get out of this any way I can… Is there anyway out of this law?"

Hermione shook her head. "I read in a book that any law that the Ministry make, you have to follow them unless the law is taken away. We have no choice."

Jamie nodded. "You're correct Hermione. There is no way out."

"So let's get planning!" Lavender cheered.

"Um," Draco hesitated, "I don't think I really want to worry about wedding plans at the moment."

"What do you want to worry about, hm?" Lavender turned to him.

"I want to worry about some other things, like how we are going to live. If we have to get married, what are we going to do for money, and where are we going to live? I just moved into a new home with my parents, but they'll want me to move out now that I'm engaged."

"That's a good point," Ron added.

Harry, George, and Neville nodded in agreement. Lavender sighed and rubbed her eyes. Lupin suddenly burst into the room, half of the group jumping. "Harry," he looked at Harry and continued, "I really need to talk to you. It's important."

"What?" Harry asked, confused.

"I need to talk to you."

Harry followed his old professor back into the kitchen, and gave him a strange look. "What's up?" Harry asked.

"Harry," Lupin started quietly, "I need to talk to you about Jamie."

"Jamie?"

"Yes," Lupin was still talking quietly, "She was raised by Voldemort. You need to watch her. But that isn't what I need to tell you."

"Then what is?" Harry was still completely confused.

"Yes, Harry," Lupin sighed, "She's your, uh," he took a deep breath, "She's your sister."

Hey guys! I hope you liked it. I have a few questions that I would love if you answered please!!

One: Do you like the couples?

Two: Was any of it confusing? If so, what?

Three: Did I do a good job with Harry finding out that Jamie is his sister?

Thank you to anyone who reads, reviews, or answers my questions! :D You guys are all amazing. I want to be able to put the next chapter up by, hopefully, Saturday. I think that, at latest, it will be Tuesday. I hope not, but hey, you never know. ; )

-Megan-

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