Several weeks had passed since the first incident and another series of braking ins took place at pure-blood families' houses. The one responsible for all this was the mystery wizard, who's purpose seemed to be the destruction of the marriage law. The whole magical world began calling him the Marriage Wizard, some even believed he was sent by the goddess Hera herself to help them and punish the ones who wronged the goddess passing the law. Even though a lot of pure-bloods hated him and he had acquire a bounty on his head, women seem to love him. He even had his own fan-club.

"Have you read the article about us in the Prophet? You can't believe what nonsense they are writing!" exclaimed Hermione as she put the newspaper down on the coffee table next to her.

She and Luna were now in a secret hideout in muggle London. The room they were in looked exactly like the Gryffindor common room only without the specific red and gold colors.

"The Marriage Wizard, the most wanted man in the magical community... You can't say it's far from the truth." said Luna as she read the title of the article. "The Ministry wants him, women want him, Voldemort and his followers want him and I know that even Dumbledore is interested in him. What can I say you are definitely a star, on the same level with You-Know-Who and The-Boy-Who-Lived."

"I know, but this is so troublesome. Initially all seemed much more easy." she was pouting. "Still we have luck on our side." a smile made it's way on her face as she was playing with the small silver bell.

It turned out that the bell was actually a talisman carved with ancient runes, that brought good luck to the owner. It worked like the Felix Felicis potion, but more efficient and less addictive. Avery didn't know about the bell's power and assumed that it was all the Dark Lord's doing. Actually this single bell made their mission easier, saving them from more sticky situations.

"Yes, it's quite useful." Luna acknowledge the mastery that went on to craft this single silver bell. "So what do you plan to about the Parkinson's ball?" she was referring to the masquerade ball that the Parkinsons were holding at the end of the week with the occasion of the solstice.

"Well, I don't believe they are so thoughtless do this without a reason, so it is definitely a trap, but it still seems like the perfect opportunity to strike."

"I see, so that's what you think we should do." nodded Luna understanding Hermione's train of thought.

"Of course! It is for the best to take the opportunity that is presented to us."

Both smiled at one another, they had planing to do for the weekend and dresses to chose for the ball. It's going to be a different Cinderella story.

We can't say the same good things about the members of The Order of the Phoenix. It was all a big mess.

Starting with Dumbledore, who was present less to non, always going away with strange excuses such as washing the socks. He wasn't even present when a group of Death Eaters attacked some members. That day The Order lost some loyal followers.

Poor Severus Snape was doing maybe the worst out of all of them. He was tortured periodically by a temper tantrum thrower Voldemort who was on the border of legitimate craziness. Poor guy, if things were going the same way he was going to become a vegetable like Neville's parents. Some of Voldemort's loyal puppies have already suffered this fate.

Arthur was now going through his mind life crisis and his wife wasn't helping either. She went from a crying woman to a devoted fan of the Marriage Wizard. She even collected badges and stickers presented to the fan-club's members.

The boys were having things easier or maybe not. Well Ron had it best, he was disappointed that he didn't have a beautiful wife, but that wasn't the end of the world. Harry, on the other hand, was pressured being The Chosen One. He got letters regularly raging from men asking for the death of all pure-bloods to women asking for marriage. He refused all the marriage proposals, even Ginny's which led to Molly crying until it was decided that Ginny was going to marry Neville. This wasn't it, almost all the time Harry's mind was somewhere else. He found himself thinking about Hermione and he was getting worried that he might have become obsessed.

All in all, the muggles led their lives in peace, remaining ignorant to the magical world around them.

The Corner... (still looking for a name):

It maybe not my master piece, but I tried. So this happened in this chapter, I don't even know if it is relevant or if it is moving the plot of this story. I'm so pathetic... cry in a corner and grow mushrooms... Enough with all this whining. Enjoy the story and review.

And here is a bonus from me (with the Death Eaters):

The Dark Lord entered dramatically in to the room, his cape flying behind him. He looked like the epitome of power and evil. As he walked prideful he saw a woman cowering in a corner. It wasn't something unusual, but this woman was hiding something from him and he was going to find out what.

"You what are your hiding? Show me now." he command to the poor woman who looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there. The woman if possible made herself even smaller as she showed him the badge which she was holding at her chest.

"What is it?" he demand not understanding the MW inscription on the badge.

When the woman didn't answer Voldemort was surprised to see Peter of all the people intervene, then he realized that the woman was actually his wife. His actions made sense now because if his wife did something to anger The Lord he would be punished as well.

"My Lord... they are MW... badges. They are... given to the Marriage Wizard's fans." he answered with a fearful voice.

"MW badges..." said Voldemort.

"They are... collectable." added Peter believing that his Lord was curios and he was doing him a favor interrupting his train of thoughts. Immediately Peter and his wife were on the floor, screaming in pain under Voldemort's curse.

"Severus!" he shouted for his follower and soon Snape was entertaining the room clearly exhausted. In the end being a spy was a tiresome job mentally and physically as well.

"Yes, My Lord." he said humble, not wanting to upset The Lord and suffer the same fate as Peter.

"Tell me now, what is this?" he said holding the MW badge in his hand.

Snape was sweating right now. He knew what the badge was, but he was sure that The Lord won't like the truth so he played it safe. "I don't know."

It seemed like it wasn't the correct answer either and Snape was on the floor suffering the aftereffects of Cruciatus Curse. Meanwhile Voldemort exited the room in the same evil emanating way, with the badge still in hand. No one has to know he is secretly a fan.