Dear whoever you might be

I'm still waiting patiently

The Civil Wars - To Whom It May Concern

Chapter 1:

Hermione's carriage made it's way to Gryffindor in rickety silence. Nobody spoke to her or with her. She was wholly unnerved with the silence, she wished somebody would speak, but nobody would even make eye contact with her.

She wished her lady's in waiting were in this carriage with her, but they were forced to take the carriage in the back. The only other person in the carriage with her was Ms. McGonnagall, the lady who taught her everything there was to rule a kingdom, what was expected of a Queen.

Ms. McGonnagall was a very strict woman, she hardly ever smiled, she was serious about her job. But underneath it all, she cared for the young Queen, that's why she tried so hard to prepare her for this journey. There was no magic in this world that would prepare Hermione for what was to come. There were people who wanted her crown, they wanted to overthrow her, they were everywhere, always watching. She wasn't required to come with her to Gryffindor, no, she requested to come along.

There were various thoughts in Ms. McGonnagall's head, swirling around like seaweed in the oceans currents. She would do anything to protect the young Queen. Anything.

Hermione sighed loudly, Ms. McGonnagall looked at her shrewdly, "What is it dear?"

Hermione wrings her hands in her skirts, "What if he's different? What if he's not the same boy from when we were children?" She asks, her voice portraying her worries.

"Well, my dear, there is always the chance of that. The prince surely has been groomed to be the future King, just like you were groomed to be Queen. Remember everything we've spoken of: Your country comes first. You must do what is needed for your people. You cannot afford to let emotions rule you. Monarchs are not the same as the commonwealth, while they can love endlessly, you are limited. You will rule two kingdoms. You must remember that." McGonnagall finishes, her voice hushed like she's telling Hermione a secret.

Hermione turns to face the window in anger, her face shadowed by the trees and dreary clouds that are of abundance in the sky. Who knew the weather of Gryffindor was dreary as the darkest forests of her country. She wished the sun would shine, at least to get a glimpse of the sunshine on her face, but the clouds would not budge.

When she was a child she wished to marry for love, but then she was told of the contract between both kingdoms, and she knew that her chance was taken for her. She remembered Harry, the rambunctious boy who annoyed easily, the boy who showed her kindness when she cried. The boy who she would need to help her adjust to a kingdom she did not know. She remembered his bright green eyes and thought, maybe love was also possible in their future.

Harry stood in his bed chambers, the Gold and Crimson colors of his bed hangings creating shadows along the walls. He stared of out of the mosaic colored window and watched as the clouds rolled by. Today was the day his life would start. Well, at least that's what his mother said. He didn't know if today was the start of something new, he only knew was the start of his imprisonment. A lifelong imprisonment.

His betrothed was on her way and he was not ready. He had searched for a new bride, somebody he could love, but all of those who he was interested in we're searching for a crown. A crown was something he could provide, but he saw through their facades of loving eyes and pretty faces. He could see the greed in their eyes and that was something he would not tolerate.

He had even thought of marrying in secret, the sister of his best friend, but in the end she only wanted a crown. She would not do. It all shown through in her eyes when the preacher asked if he was ready, he saw the glint of greed in her eyes, and he refused. Thankfully, he did not bed any of the women he was looking at, they would all try to have his babe and keep in his graces. He was taught better than that. His mother made sure of that.

Not that his father tried to dissuade her teachings, he told him to take advantage of the crown, to have some fun before he was tied down to one woman. But he saw his mother, she who would look crestfallen at the mention of the other women his father had bed before he was married. It was by luck that none of his conquests became with child.

He would not bestow a look of sadness on his bride. He would make sure of it. He may not want to be married to some girl he hardly knew, but her hurt would not be caused by him. He would make sure of it.

"Harry? Are you almost ready for her arrival?" He heard his mother enter his bed chambers silently. She was dressed in her finest dress, a crimson gown with gold detailing. Her hair in an up-do of twists and braids, her golden crown upon her head.

"Harry, you're not even half way dressed! Up! I know this is not what you want, but we had to make a choice! It was either this girl or the girl from Slytherin, and let me tell you, she was not a suitable choice. You will grow to love her, I promise you. From what I've heard, she's grown up into quite a lovely thing..." She says fondly.

"You like her?" He asks, appalled at the notion that his own mother liked this girl. "The way you speak of her, it's like she's a part of our family, do you like her mother?" He asked hesitantly.

She sees his interest piqued, "Yes, she was a delightful child! I quite liked her company," she says, that same tone of fondness in her voice.

"What?" He says indignantly. "From what I remember she was nothing special! She followed me around everywhere, she was bossy for a three year old, she had horrible hair, I have no idea who you met!" He mutters.

His mother laughs, "Oh Harry, you only saw what you wanted to see! She is more than just her looks and nature. She may surprise you yet..." She says mysteriously. "Now, finish up getting dressed. She should be here in a matter of time!" She snaps.

He huffs angrily and gets to getting dressed. He pulls his navy blue shirt over his head angrily, he didn't know why he had to wear this shirt. He hated it, it wasn't the colors of his kingdom. They were hers.

Just as he's re-tying his boots he hears the gates open and the sound of horses galloping reach his ears.

She's here. The Queen of Ravenclaw had arrived.