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Chapter 2- The Boys' Letters

Note- I have made Gabrielle eighteen so she is of legal age of the story

"So, how's training going boys?" Arthur Weasley sat down next to Harry, Ron and Neville who were staying for dinner at the Burrow that night.

"It's amazing!" Harry said enthusiastically.

"Yeah, I don't think there's anything better suited for us dad," Ron added, taking a mouthful of treacle tart.

"How about you Neville?" Arthur asked the tall boy who was silently sitting, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"I really like it," Neville started, looking up at Mr Weasley, "But I'm still questioning if I'm really cut out to be an Auror."

"Are you kidding Neville?" Ron asked, shocked.

"Of course you are, look at what you managed to achieve during the war," Harry added.

"Yeah, you saved mine and Hermione's life killing that snake, not to mention destroying a Horcrux in the process." Ron said, quivering at the memory.

"I guess… thanks," Neville said, feeling more confident.

"Boys, dinner's ready!" They heard Molly call from the kitchen as she wiped her hands on her apron.

The four got up and walked to the table, which was filled with a delicious looking meal. Probably far to much for six people but perfect after a long day of training.

"George! Dinner!" Molly called to her other son who was upstairs in his old bedroom.

"Comin' Mum!" George called as he came running down the stairs.

"This looks delicious Molly," Arthur said, with nods of agreement as the five men plus Molly took their seats.

About half way through dinner they were interrupted by a brown tawny owl, pecking on the window.

"What could that be?" Molly asked as Ron got up to open the window. He took the letters from the owl, giving it a quick pat on its feathery head before it flew back.

Ron looked down at the names on the letters, "Ronald Weasley, George Weasley, Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom," he read, flicking through the four letters. "From the Ministry of Magic, they must have known the four of us were here,
Ron said as her handed the letters to Harry, Neville and George.

"What would they want?" Ron asked looking at his letter in confusion.

"I dunno, let's find out I guess," Harry said, ripping open his letter, the other three doing the same.

Molly and Arthur watched in interest and worry as the four boys opened their letters, no one had any idea why the ministry was contacting them. The four read the letters quickly at first before going back and reading them over and over again before the message finally sunk in.

"Their joking right?" Neville said, the letter shaking in his hands.

"I hope so…" Ron swallowed hard.

"I don't think this is something they would joke about, trust me, I'd know," George said, just as nervous as the others.

"Joke about what?" Molly asked, conserve all over her face.

"The ministry's enforced a marriage law…" Harry said quickly.

"What?" Arthur said in surprise. "They can't do that… can they?"

"Apparently they can, here," Ron said, handing the letter to his parents who both read it in astonishment.

"Unbelievable…" Molly said, utterly shocked.

"So… who are your matches then?" Arthur asked cautiously.

"I don't know and I don't want to know," George said, suddenly very angry.

"George," molly sighed.

"No mum, I'm not getting married just because some stupid law says so." George said, lying back on his chair in protest.

"Ron?" Molly asked, and Ron lifted his head, staring at his mother questioningly. "Who's your match?"

"Um…" Ron nervously looked inside the envelope the letter had arrived in, observing the name written. "Luna."

"Luna? As in Luna Lovegood?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, as in Luna Lovegood," Ron repeated.

"She's a delightful girl!" Molly said enthusiastically.

"I guess so… I just never thought of her in that way, you know," Ron said, still trying to wrap his head around the whole thing. "Who'd you get Harry?"

Harry looked inside his envelope and smiled as he saw Ginevra Weasley, printed on the inside.

"Who is it?" Ron asked again.

Harry swallowed a lump in his throat, realising Ron might not be so happy about him marring his sister. "Um… I'll tell you later,"

"Why, who is it?" Neville asked, looking at Harry suspiciously.

"Give it here," Ron said, reaching for the paper in his friends hand.

"Ron!" Harry attempted pulling his hand away, but Ron was too quick and grabbed the letter, looking at the name inside.

"Ginny?" His eyes widened as he looked at Harry and back to the envelope.

"Oh Harry!" Molly exclaimed, rushing over to give him a hug. "I knew it was only a matter of time before something happened between you too."

"Um… thanks Mrs Weasley," Harry said, keeping his eye on Ron who didn't look very happy.

"Wait, you're happy about this, but his marring your daughter!' Ron said, looking at his mum shocked. "Dad, help me out here,"

"Look, Ron, I'm not overly happy that my baby girl has to get married so young but at least it's to Harry, someone we know and trust. His practically been our son for the past twelve years anyway." Arthur replied, giving no help to Ron what so ever.

"Fine." Ron said in defeat, "But if you do anything to hurt her, you better sleep with one eye open."

"Duly noted," Harry swallowed. "So… Neville, who'd you get?"

Neville opened his envelope and tilted his head to the side, trying think of the girl. "Whose Gabrielle Delacour… waits a second, Fleur's sister?" Neville questioned.

"You're marring Fleur's sister?" Harry asked, making sure he heard right.

"Nice! She was one of the pretty French girls right?" Ron smirked. "Quarter Veela."

Neville sighed, "Wow… Why did they match me with her, what could we possibly have in common?"

"Obviously a lot," Harry smirked. "George, you okay?" Harry asked, noticing he hadn't said anything in a while.

"Yeah I guess… like I said, I don't wanna get married, I'm not ready." George sighed, looking at his hands.

"At least see who your match is, we have no control over this son," Arthur said, patting George on the shoulder.

"Fine," George gave in, reaching over to look at the name written inside his envelope. He sighed a shaky breath before throwing it back on the table. "I'll be in my room," was the last thing he said before disappearing from the dining room.

"George…" Molly called but he had already left. Glancing at the letter she picked in up, "Angelina Johnson,"

"Fred's ex-girlfriend," Ron said in a barley audible voice.

"Yeah…." Molly bit her lip. "The poor boy," her gaze went to the stairs.

"He's going to feel like he's betrayed Fred if he marries her… that's why he's so upset," Arthur said sadly.

"Do you want me to go talk to him?" Ron asked.

"No, let him be… he needs some time to think, he'll come around," Molly replied.

There was a long silence before a loud noise was heard from the fire place. The three boys plus Molly and Arthur walked quickly to the living room to reveal three girls.

One, very pale-faced brunette who looked like she would faint at any moment.

A nervous looking blonde, who stared at Ron, biting her lower lip.

And a red head, who had a smile on face and stole a quick glance at Harry.

This was going to be interesting…

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