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Summary: Parvati's parents have arranged her to marry an Indian wizard. At first, Parvati resists, but due to circumstances, she decides to give the idea a shot. What she doesn't expect is to fall in love with Dean Thomas. Now, with her new-found love, how can she even think of marrying a stranger?

Author's Notes: Hey everyone! How are you? I got inspiration to write this story one day and now I have finally finished the Prologue! This is a Dean Parvati story. I know there aren't many out there. I thought it would be fun to write this story especially since I am Indian and so I can put some culture into this. If you find any information that's wrong, please tell me. I'm not perfect when it comes to writing hindi/sindhi. I hope you all enjoy this story! Please review, I'd love to know what you think of this! Take care! Hope to hear from you!

Hugs,

Sanjana

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Prologue

Dean Thomas sat down on his bed and then propped his acoustic guitar on his knee. He idly started strumming a few bars, his mind elsewhere.

I wonder what she's up to now, he wondered. I wonder if she's changed. I'm sure she's gotten even prettier than the last year.

A knock on his door broke him from his reverie. His father poked his head inside and asked, "Are you busy, Dean?"

"Nah, Dad, I'm just practicing a bit." Dean responded, and put his guitar behind him on the bed. "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing really, I just wanted to talk to you since it was your last night here." His father answered, as he entered his son's room and closed the door behind him. He sat down next to Dean and sighed. "Time flies...you're already in your seventh year!"

"Yeah, now on to the dreaded N.E.W.T.S." Dean said, as he grimaced.

His father chuckled heartily and said, "It's not as bad as it sounds. I know you'll do your best."

Dean smiled. "Thanks, Dad."

His father grew serious and said, "I want you to be careful. These are dangerous times."

"Don't worry about me, Pop, I'll take good care of myself. Plus, don't forget about the DA meetings. We'll be improving our defense against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his Death Eaters."

"Yes, yes, you're right. Yet, no matter what I won't be able to not worry about you and neither will your mother. Don't forget to write to us." He sighed again and then looked at his hands.

Dean felt a small lump in his throat. He knew how scared his parents were for his safety, as he was about theirs.

Suddenly his father's face brightened up and he turned to his son, "Who's the girl you've been hung up on?"

Dean's eyes widened a bit. He didn't think he was that obvious!

"Yes, you are obvious, and remember you are my son." His father said, and then chuckled at his son's expression. "So who is she?"

Dean gulped and then cleared his throat. "Her name is Parvati Patil, she's in my year." he replied.

"Ahh...so she's Indian?" his father questioned, his forehead creasing.

Dean nodded yes.

"Don't misinterpret me, Dean. I have no problems with you dating an Indian girl. It's just that some of them have very traditional families and very strict parents."

Dean nodded. He understood what his father was saying. However, he didn't think that Parvati's parents were that strict, especially if both sisters had dates to the Yule Ball.

"Is she a good person?" his father asked, looking his son in the eyes.

"Yeah, Dad." Dean said, "She's smart, fun, and she's pretty."

His father laughed. "You should see your face right now! You really fancy this girl, don't you?"

"I've fancied her for four years." Dean said and then sighed.

"Four years, boy? What have you been waiting for?" His father exclaimed.

"I wanted to tell her for the last two years, but I couldn't get the courage to...but I am going to tell her this year. That's my resolution." Dean said, as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Go for it, son! She'll be very lucky to have a man like you!" His father exclaimed proudly, patting Dean on his shoulder. "Tell your mother all about Parvati. I know she'll want details." He yawned.

Dean blushed at what his father said.

His father stood up and said, "Good night, Dean."

"Good night, Dad." Dean said. His father walked to the door and then Dean asked, "Dad?"

"Yeah?" His father asked and then turned to face his son. Dean got up and gave his father a hug.

"Thanks a lot." Dean said, hugging his father tight.

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Parvati Patil tossed and turned in her bed that night. She couldn't sleep because many thoughts were running through her mind. She kept replaying the conversation she had with her mother two hours ago. It was already twelve in the morning, and she needed to sleep so that she could wake up early to get on the Hogwarts Express.

It was after dinner, while her mother and herself were washing the dishes, when her mother decided to have that inevitable chat with her daughter.

"Parvati, you're eighteen now, time for you to settle down after you graduate." Her mother started, while scrubbing the pots hard trying to get rid of the masala (spice) stains.

Parvati rolled her eyes. She didn't want to hear about this now. Why couldn't her mother just leave things run its course? "C'mon, Mum, don't start this."

"Behti (Daughter), it's a fact. Once you're eighteen it's time for us to find you a nice Indian wizard for marriage." Her mother said firmly.

"Muuum!" Parvati whined. She didn't like the way this conversation was heading.

"Parvati, you are a woman now, this is tradition." Her mother looked at her sternly. There was a moment of hesitance on her mother's part as she slowly wiped the dishes dry.

Parvati looked at her mother and frowned. Something was up. "What is it?"

Her mother's eyes softened and she said, "We've found a nice boy from India and we think he's a perfect match for you."

Parvati felt a dropping feeling in her stomach and her dinner started to churn. "You're joking." She said finally.

Her mother smiled sadly. "Your Papa said you wouldn't take this nicely." Parvati stayed silent. Her mother continued to talk. "You're the oldest, so it is only fit if we find a husband for you first. You are more level-headed than your sister. Just consider it. At least make an effort to get to know him."

"Does this mean I have a choice?" Parvati asked hopefully. "I mean, if I don't like him I can just dump him, right?"

"No, you have to marry him. His father and your Papa are old friends. Moreover, they have seen your picture and the boy likes you. They have already asked for you to marry their son. His name is Rajai Roshan. He is a well-educated young man, and has recently graduated this year. He is only a year older than you are. He-"

Parvati cut off her mother by saying, "No way! I am not going to just marry someone I don't even know! You said you wouldn't do this to me!"

Her mother washed the soap off her hands and dried them quickly on her apron. She touched her daughter on her shoulder. "Don't be mad, Parvati, you're Papa and I have given this much consideration, try to understand our position-"

"Your position?" Parvati yelled, cutting off her mother again.

"Stop interrupting me and listen to what I have to say." Her mother reprimanded gently.

Parvati crossed her arms over her chest and glared at her mother.

"In these times, there aren't that many people who are willing to settle down. I just want to make sure that if anything happens to me or your Papa that you will be taken care of." Her mother's eyes were shining and soon enough a tear trickled down her face.

Parvati's gaze softened and she unfolded her arms. "Aw, Mum, nothing will happen to you or Papa. Don't worry." She gave her mother a hug.

Her mother hugged her back tightly. "I'm not worried about us, I'm worried about you and Padma. I feel so helpless." Her voice was thick and Parvati felt her throat tighten. She gulped. "Please, just try and get to know him, I'm sure you'll like him…and he'll take good care of you."

Parvati sighed into her mother's shoulder. "Alright, Mum…"

"Shabash (Excellent), Behti!" Her mother said, her voice a little happier. She pulled back from the embrace and quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "I knew you'd understand."

Now as Parvati lay there, replaying the scene in her mind, she groaned. She wasn't ready for such a big step and even if her mother did have a point, didn't her mother know that she could take care of herself. Either way, she did have Padma.

Parvati looked to her right and saw that her twin was sleeping soundly. She's so lucky that Mum isn't looking for a guy for her yet, she thought. She sighed loudly. Her mother could be so dramatic sometimes. It's a good thing I'm not in love with anyone right now, or else that piece of information would have been harder to digest.

She turned on her stomach for the third time that night. I'm going to try to get some sleep and stop worrying about this. Hopefully, Rajai will change his mind…but I do wonder if he's cute…