Prince Cornelius was the son of King Cornelius and Queen Arabella, but Queen Arabella had died when Prince Viktor was five years old and King Cornelius had then married Queen Dolores. Ever since, he had grown sicker and sicker. Prince Viktor suspected Queen Dolores, because it was the done thing to always believe the worst of one's stepmother.
It was also the done thing for the heir to the throne to get married. Prince Viktor saw beauty only in animals and architecture, especially in their destruction. His passion was to spill blood, but as wars were frightfully expensive he usually indulged his lust for blood in hunting. He could track an eagle on a cloudy day. He would find a wife.
The Prince and his men scoured the kingdom to find a girl suitably dowdy, clever, and healthy enough. Dowdy so no other man would attempt to seduce her. Clever so she could help in war strategies. Healthy so she, like Queen Arabella before her, could bear healthy baby boys. (It wasn't Prince Dmitri's fault his nurse had been a Guiderian double agent and had dropped him from his twelfth-story nursery window into the alligator-populated moat.) Finally, they found Miss Hermione Granger.
Hermione knew it was a great honour, being asked to become the new Princess. But it wouldn't bring Ron back. Hermione noted the sharp sword hanging at Prince Viktor's side and knew that if she refused, her head would end up in the lettuce bed to her right. So she said yes, hoping that Ron's spirit and the Florinese republic would forgive her for entering into a marriage not with her beloved.
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After the engagement, the only thing Hermione took solace was her daily Thestral ride. Arithmancy held no comfort for her for she knew what the outcome of every equation would be – unhappiness.
Hermione and her Hippogriff Crookshanks touched down in one of the few forests Prince Viktor had not destroyed, for it was Heritage Listed. (This was after the Heritage List). A rustling noise made Hermione jump. She turned to face the source, and found three men standing there, looking rather lost. One was tall and had red hair like Ron's, and that inexplicable 'smart' look all true nerds have. One was of medium height with an incredibly fit fencer's body and a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead. The other one was immensely tall, very hairy and had crinkly beetle-black eyes.
"Excuse us, Miss," said the one with hair like Ron's. "We are but poor lost circus performers, looking for our convoy. Is there a village nearby?"
"There is nothing," Hermione replied apologetically, "not for miles." (This was before Florin went metric.)
The redhead leered at her unpleasantly. "Then there will be no one to hear you scream."
The giant lifted his immense hand and, for Hermione, the world faded to black.
A.N: King Cornelius is Fudge, and Queen Dolores is Umbridge. Queen Arabella is a random OC. Reviews are always appreciated!