A/N: So hope you guys wont attack me, much , because honestly I do try really hard to update regularly but it's hard when your in your last year of secondary school.

Chapter 18 - The plan.

"There's nothing we can do Chris" Scarlett said sighing as her hair remained the same

"There has to be something. Scar! We can't just give up! I thought they couldn't control you anymore?"

"They couldn't...When Sirius was alive they couldn't but they only just released his will naming me his heir"

"And why now? He died ages ago"

"Because the black family are a notorious dark family it wouldn't be too hard to convince people in high places that he was trying to pass on dark objects"

"So"

"So...the law sates that if they reinstated me into the Potter family after his will was read they couldn't touch me because Sirius put me as head of household first then I would still be in charge of my own life but..."

"But"

"But beaus of the will being delayed I was named the head after I was re-instated into the Potter family. So it doesn't matter if I'm the head of the Black family"

"But...Your eighteen! Surely that means something!"

"Regardless of age a person inside an old family like mine must obey the head of house or else. The punishment for failing to do so is decided by the head and knowing my dad and Dumbledore they could bind me to someone"

"Bind you to someone?" Chris asked confused.

"I'll rely on them completely all the time. They'll rule over me and when they die...I die"

"So because of this...You have to get married"

"Yes. For power, money but not love" She said whispering the last part "There's nothing we can do"

"You can't seriously be thinking of giving up!" Chris cried

"Chris there's nothing we can do" She whispered

"There has to be something!" Chris said. He paced up and down her room his mind whirring. Then he stopped still and a small smile grew on his face.

"Scar"

"Yes" She said

"I have a plan"

It was tomorrow. The 'Wedding of the century' as it been dubbed by the papers. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and tried to smile. She couldn't. She tried to change her hair to a normal rich colour. It wouldn't. It remained the same mousey brown colour. Dull and lifeless.

Her life since her hoodwinked re-instation was one ball of parties and fake smiles. In the public she played the hopeful bride-to-be but in private she lost it. She had spoken to her husband-to-be only twice the first being say hello and the other being in public when they were asked a joint question.

The day before she had overheard him talking to a woman over the floo network and it hit her. That would be her life. Fake smiles and parties while she stayed home at night with a child or two while her 'husband' went out and screwed as many women as he could.

She felt like she was drowning and there was no preserver to save her. She would be a trophy wife and nothing more. She would be a child-bearer but nothing more. She would marry for money and power and alliances but not love.

Never love.

She had, as had most girls, dreamed of her wedding of white dresses and cakes and celebrations and joy. There was only one flaw in them. The groom was faceless.

It remained faceless for a long time then when she had met Chris he had grown a face. A brown haired green eyed face. Chris's. Even now when she had nightmares of her weddings of a Bulgarian groom she ran towards a marquee and was met by the sight of a wedding. Her wedding.

But that was all gone. She had destroyed any chance she had left when she had uttered the final words of goodbye to him.

She was quickly broken from her reverie when the door opened and her husband-to-be walked in.

"Your father told me you'd be in your room" He said

"And here I am...what did you need"

"To discuss the expectations after the wedding"

"And they are" She said getting slightly more angry

"After the vedding ve vill be going to Bulgaria and you will have a child and you will learn Bulgarian" He said

"Excuse me!" She snapped

"You are my wife! You vill do what I tell you to or you will be punished" He snapped back towering over her and making her shrink back in fear.

"Now that is understood I vill be back tomorrow for the wedding and then we vill go back to my home" Before slamming the door shut. She deflated instantly and she felt tears prick at her eyes.

She looked at herself in the mirror and watched as tears stream form her eyes. Finally she mad up her war torn mind and croaked out "Chris"

In a shower of flashy blue lights he appeared in front of her. In a second she was swept into his arms as she sobbed.

She stood in the room in the dress. Today was the day she would cease to be Scarlett Black, regardless of what they did she was a BLACK, and she would become some trophy wife.

She heard the distant sound of the Bridal march which sounded much like the funeral march to her. She was pulled to her feet by James who then tugged her down the aisle.

She saw her future husband and stood next to him not a smile on her face. She glanced through the crowd and saw her friends smile sadly at her. They had met Chris during the summer and after playing one thousand questions with Hermione they had enjoyed spending the time together.

She had completely missed the ministry official until he said "And if anyone has any reason that thee two should not be wed speak now or forever hold your peace"

Silence gripped the room. "And now..."

"I object" A voice said. The crowd parted and in the center stood Chris. Smiling at her parents faces she walked away from them and joined him.

"For a moment I didn't think you were gonna show up"

"I always did love a wedding" He said before pulling her into a kiss.

In the back Rita Skeeter wrote furiously on her pad of paper while James stormed towards them and after pulling them apart shouted "AND WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING"

"Kissing my wife"