Chapter 17: A Letter For Voldemort

A/N: A shout out for those that reviewed

To the Jersey Girl Next Door: We all hate jerks, don't we. But don't worry, they'll start being nice.

To amrawo: I know you think it doesn't make sense, but it will. Everything will end up making sense.

To Mrs. St. John Allerdyce: Winks and thanks for your review.

To kakashisninjadogs: I'm glad that you're over the shock. Personally, I was going to have a villain like Lucius in the story, but I thought the whole thing with James Potter being a Death Eater was a lot better. Unexpected, you could say.

To Writer Apprentice: Well Ron was being a jerk to Hermione when Hermione was just trying to help Dumbledore prove a point. Also, I know that you were shocked about James still being alive and a Death Eater. Well, I was surprised myself and I'm writing this story.

To jazhpfreak: Well we hate them being a jerk as well.

To oliverpercyremuslvr17: I thought it was sweet to, but of course the Lupin's are going to get a big shock later in the story.

To Joani-the-unique-being: I'm going to make everyone suffer not knowing the gender, until the very last moment.

To TweakyTree: Yes, let's kill them.

To everyone else: Thanks

Morgana received word, which was all part of Fudge's plan, that she would indeed be allowed to marry Ron Weasley. She told this to Voldemort at once.

"You've ssserved me well," he said, hissing. "When you've married him, bring him to me."

"Yes, master."

He smirked until he saw an owl appearing. It flew around in circles and then dropped a letter on Voldemort's lap. It landed, waiting.

"What is that, Master?" Morgana asked.

Voldemort opened the letter and read:

Mr. Riddle,

We are here to notify you that since you're a half-blood then you may ask the hand of a witch for marriage under the new law. Please summit the name of the witch that you wish using the list that's enclosed.

Sincerely,

Percy Weasley

Notification Department

Ministry of Magic

He quickly hid the letter from sight.

"Leave me, Morgana," he said.

She bowed and left.

"You know how much I hate the idea of doing this behind Molly and Arthur's back," Fudge said to Dumbledore, when he arrived.

"I know," Dumbledore said. "But they're being stupid and I'm not going to let their son suffer from the sick hand of Tom Riddle."

"Very well," Fudge said, nodding his head. "This parchment has been enchanted to look like one thing and in reality something else. I'm sure that Severus Snape would be proud of your little trick."

Dumbledore grinned, taking it.

"Oh, I'm sure he would think that I belonged in Slytherin after he hears this."

Fudge laughed.

"Oh I know he would."

"Now I want you to lay back, Mrs. Lupin, and we'll run some tests."

Hermione laid back and Madam Pomfrey started to wave her wand, muttering all sorts of spells. Hermione looked around the room, trying to find something interesting that she could focus on. Finally Madam Pomfrey snapped her to attention.

"You're due in June, I say the first part of the month," Madam Pomfrey said. "You're to come every Saturday for me to check on you and then after four months it will be every month until you give birth. I'll give you something for your morning sickness and some potions that will help you and the baby out."

"Thanks," Hermione said.

When Hermione left the Hospital Wing she was met by Lavender Brown and Neville Longbottom, both who looked excited.

"We heard the wonderful news," Lavender said, squealing like a baby. "You're going to be a mummy. And don't worry about Harry and Ron, their alone in their dislike. The other Gryffindors think it's wonderful."

"Thanks," Hermione said, glad that she had support.

"I told gran and she's excited as well," Neville added. "Hay, I heard that you're going to Diagon Alley."

"Yes."

"Please tell us how it went," Neville said. "And could you pick up a quill, I lost mine."

Hermione laughed, she knew that Neville would lose something.

Remus joined his wife an hour later and they went to Diagon Alley, where the owner of Quality Quidditch Supplies was waiting.

"Oh I'm so glad that you got here," he told them. "The crowd is ready to eat me alive."

He pointed to a large knot of people that were waiting by the door.

"Well let's not keep them waiting," Hermione said.

The owner pulled out his wand and a moment later there was silence.

"I would like to welcome the owner of Top Witch Broomstick Company," he called out to the crowd. "Mrs. Lupin."

"Thanks," Hermione said. "Let the broomstick be now on sale."

And the doors opened and everyone rushed in, almost knocking Hermione down. They grabbed the broom, some fighting over them.

"Oh god I think I know what the store owners felt like with the Furby."

Remus looked at him.

"What's the Furby?"

"A toy that use to be very popular," Hermione explained. "Let's go before they ask for my shirt."

And they both disappeared.

Mrs. Parkinson was surprised when Wormtail appeared. He looked at her with interest, which gave her the creeps.

"Our Master wishes to marry your daughter," Wormtail said.

Mrs. Parkinson glared at him.

"The Dark Lord is a Pureblood and the law states that a Muggleborn or Half-blood can only ask for the hand of a Pureblood. I'm sorry, but she can't marry the Dark Lord. She's marrying a Gryffindor and that's final."

A moment later Mrs. Parkinson was dead.

"That will teach you to go against our Master," Wormtail spat.

And he was gone.

He didn't notice the House Elf that had seen it all.

Note: Well we knew the Ministry was going to give Voldemort that letter. Next chapter, we find out the Gryffindor that Pansy is in-love with, Voldemort makes his decision, and Hermione learns the price of success.