Harry Potter and co. belong to Rowlings.

Harry is just worn out. Albus gives The Order a piece of his mind. Snape's family grows by the second!Let the sacrificing belong.

Chapter 3. Pairings and Sacrifices.

England's Wizarding Community was in an uproar! The Wizarding Senate had debated the bill for nine months before it had passed and become a law. Now the work had actually begun. Uniting in matrimony the 52,456 couples, some of them kicking and screaming would to be quite a chore. The Ministry was at a loss as to how to go about it. Percy Weasley had come up with a wonderful idea: Why not use Aurors and request the aid of the Order of The Pheonix to help bring the reluctant citizens in.

"That boy was more trouble than he was worth, no doubt he would be Minister one day." Thought Albus wearily "Oh boy!"

Dumbledore called a meeting and made the request. The order members were not too happy about the idea. Some of them were already making plans to take flight, maybe the common wizard or witch could be cowed into marriage but not them. They had battled Death Eaters for years; they had been tortured and lost loved ones. They wanted to be left alone not to be forced into marriage. For them going underground was like going into retirement.

Dumbledore pleaded his case and nothing had worked until he saw Harry standing by the door. The teen was tired and worn out and their eyes had met briefly before Harry walked away sadly.

"So many dead and now this inane bickering over getting married." thought Dumbledore to himself looking around ashamed.

"Enough! You act like lambs being led to the slaughter!"

"To some of us it is!"

"Really? This is not some stupid stunt the Ministry is pulling to gain power! This is the survival of our world. Birthrates are down 70 percent! Do you understand what it means? No children! Who will lead the next generation? Do you know Tonks? Moody? Shackelbolt? Minerva? Do any of you know?" Albus asked looking around the room. The members shifted uneasily unable to meet his gaze.

"No one! That's who. No one! Hoggwarts can attest to it. 45 percent of its students were killed over the summer attacks"

"You are exaggerating Headmaster"

"No, not saying Voldermort's name was exaggerating! This… this is a fact! Our world will not survive the next generation unless we guarantee it's survival now. Is family such a frightening future that we rather condemn ourselves to extinction than to have one. Then why did we do battle. Why did we condemn a child to face a monster, to face hatred, and ridicule, if his sacrifice was going to be thrown away? Do what you wish? I will be making my services available to the Ministry this afternoon."

"You cannot make us responsible for the survival of the whole population."

"Why not? We all made Harry responsible for it at one time. No one is exempt from this not even him, though if anyone has earned the right to be left alone he has. I have nothing further to say. You are responsible for your own actions." Said Albus walking from the room.

They were good people but they were stubborn, he knew they would come around, he hoped they would anyway. Prancing around the wizarding world tracking wizards set on not being found was not how he wanted tospend his honeymoon.

The Order sat around quietly looking at themselves.

"Albus is right. I'll marry when my number is up." Voiced Tonks.

Who did you get? Aksed Shaklebolt.

Don't know him…a Rupert Summerfeld.

Rupert, we're second cousins! He's a good man a healer has a private practice.

And you?

Shacklebolt looked down, "I haven't looked"

"Me"

Those in the room looked over to the far left where Maya Lorne sat. She was an elegantly dressed woman. Who could make anyones' head turn. The Auror looked at her and silently screamed "YES!"

"Moody did you get anyone?" Asked Remus.

"Yes!"

"Who is it?" asked Hermoine.

"Madam Pompfrey."

"Really? Wow! She's really nice! Hey I thought she was a pure blood." Ron added.

"Well, I think she's nice too and she is a pure blood. My grand-father was a Muggle, he died in the first war." Moody said nervously.

"Ron did you get anyone?" Asked Remus

Yeah a Hellena Andrews, never met her. And you sir?"

"Oh this is ridiculous!" Thundered Snape from the corner and opened the paper listing. Charming it to pin point the names involving those present he opened his mouth but shut it again. Those in the room looked at him curiously. After the third time Snape finally got out the first pairing.

"Alessandra ….. Snape ……Oh dear Merlin!...- Remus Lupin"

"Anastassia Snape- Harry Potter, you must be joking a wolf and a prat!" Whispered Snape running his hand through his hair. The Order sat stock -still. Lupin had lost all color and stared at Snape in shock. Clara Surney – Johan Bernacle, Kent Weerthin - Flora Micheals, Minerva MacGogannal – Albus Dumbledore…(gasps), Phineas Dale – Cinthya Montella, Savannah Miles – Mel Masterson, Severus Snape - it can't be, Hermoine Granger."

"Ewwww!" exclaimed Ron before he was soundly biffed across the head by Granger.

Hermoine Granger had found out that morning that Snape was her intended he obviously had not. She had wanted to speak to him but the chance had not come up.

Ron not knowing when to quit ventured the question everyone was dying to ask. "Excuse me Professor Snape but who are Alessandra and Anastassia Snape?"

Snape eyed Ron malevontly but replied. "My daughters." And with that stood and left, leaving a shocked room.

"He's got daughters your age Hermoine! Oh wow and now Harry and Professor Lupin are going to be his sons' in law. Wow!"

Remus just sat there unable to move while Hermoine punched Ron repeatedly. The order erupted into chaos.

"Let the sacrificing begin, family….yeah right." Whispered Moody mournfully.