Dear Ms. Hermione Jean Granger,

The Ministry would like to inform you of a new law passed that affects you. Due to recent decline in population as a result of the war, The Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, along with the Wizgamot have decided that in order to maintain our Wizarding population to what it once was, a Marriage Law is in Order. The Ministry of Magic would like a list of all the friends you had in the war that are now dead because of said war to wager how many children you are to reproduce in the set amount of years.

The name of your betrothed as of now is "Mr. George Fabian Weasley."

As a reminder of the law and its intentions, your wand and others around you will be tracked. Any spells that prevent the birth of a child or prevent their partner or themselves from having intimate relations will be punishable by trial. Those of which that refuse the marriage will have their powers stripped and wands snapped, and either sent to Azkaban or have their memories erased and sent to the Muggle world.

No matter the set amount of time and children the Ministry give you, you MUST concieve and birth a child at the maximum of two years after marriage. You're marriage date must be before "January 1st" of next year. Divorce is not allowed, nor is it permitted for one to cheat. Once one is married, an Unbreakable Vow will be placed on the bride and groom to prevent the event of cheating or marital affairs with your spouse. Friendly gestures will be acceptable in your marriage, but anything sexual will result in a painful punishment administered by your Vow's preset consequences. It is advised you get accquinted with your fiance as soon as possible and become comfortable with life as a couple.

The Ministry has provided you with a match that you know well and based on your personality profiles completed in your sixth year of schooling. Good luck to you and we wish you a Happy Marriage.

Hope you are well,

Maria Thompson
Department of Marriage and Couple Affairs

I dropped my letter in shock. I looked up from my seat next to Harry and Ron on the couch in the Burrow. George's eyes connected with mine and we both began our protests immediately and in sync.

"There's no way I'm marrying him!" I shouted, pointing at George, the same time he said, "There's no way I'm marrying her!" He had mimicked my gesture.

"You're an undisciplined, prankster that I can't even begin to fathom how to control! I'm not marrying him!" I told Molly. "It's just a perposterous idea!"

"You have to marry my brother?" Ron said calmly. Too calmly. I turned and looked at Ron, his face was getting hot. Blotchy. Red. I took a step towards him but a hand grabbed my arm and stopped me from getting closer.

"Ron, they picked by who your friends were, and if you had met the person before. The Ministry-" I started. I can't believe I was actually defending this now. "Who are you with?" I said, changing the subject.

"Better yet, why don't we all just sit down and say it in order, going in a circle?" Molly interrupted. "State who you're to marry. Ginny, you go first."

"Dean Thomas," she whispered, staring at the letter in shock. Her and Dean never worked out. They fought constantly. Harry went slightly rigid next to me. I knew he had the same thought as I did.

"I'm sure everything will be fine, dear," Molly smiled softly at her daughter.

"Ron?" Molly asked, smiling to try to cheer him up.

"Lavendar Brown."

I lost it. I laughed. I know it's mean and rude, but I had to laugh.

"Won-Won, don't forget to wear your necklace when she's around," I giggled. That caused the George to join with me, as well as Ginny and Harry. Mollly managed a smile, as did Bill and Fleur. they've heard stories in our letters.

He glared at me. "Well, since we all know who you're marrying. . . Harry, who do you have?"

"Cho Chang," He sighed. "Things will work out, somehow, I guess."

Ginny grimmaced, obviously less than pleased.

"Percy?"

"I didn't get one," he said smugly.

Everyone in the room froze, and looked at Percy. I felt Molly get flustered, but before anyone could restrain her, she hopped up.

"You got married and didn't even invite me!" She shouted. "Who was it?"

"Penelope Clearwater, well, Weasley now," he sighed. "I, uh, didn't think it was a big deal, I mean-"

"Didn't think it was a big deal!" She cried. "I missed one of my sons weddings! A WEDDING! Your father will never know, Percy! Thank you for causing something so precious to happen that is now irreversible!"

Percy stood up without a word and apparated as soon as the door slammed shut behind him. I fidgeted with my fingers.

"Any other marriages I need to know about?" Molly demanded, watching us all.

We all shook our heads and she sighed in relief. "Now, Charlie, what about you?"

She had some serious mood swings since Arthur Weasley's death. He had saved Percy's life, but Fred had died in the war, and the cost was his own life. The whole Weasley family suffered from it, but so did the friends of the family as well. There was no one to ask me about Muggle inventions anymore. No one to give Molly a kiss in front of the family to get her all flustered and blushing, stammering out a scorn. That is, until the next own flew through the window and landed next to Molly.

We all kept our eyes on each other. George's eyes locked with me, his shock flowing to me in waves.

"They can't have!" Bill shouted. "The war just ended two bloody weeks ago!"

Molly took the letter with shaky hands, but turned to Charlie. "Who was it, dear?"

"Um, someone by the name of Alicia?"

"Bloody brilliant Quidittch player, she is," George said at once. He paused, as if waiting for Fred to finish his sentence, then looked down. "Know her quite well, I do."

"Oh, her," Charlie murmured. "Yes, she is quite pretty I supposse."

"Mum, do you want me to read the letter for you?" Ginny asked. Molly took a shaky breath and nodded, unable to speak. "Aloud?" She asked. Molly once again nodded.

She opened it slowly and scanned it quickly, composing her shock quite well and began:

"Ms. Molly Weasley, nee Prewett,

"We are sorry for your loss in the war and due to the loss of your husband, Mr. Arthur Weasley, we have decided to not assign you to marry anyone at this time. However, within a year, expect another letter concerning the wellbeing of your children and hopefully, for some, grandchildren. Please keep in mind that due to the forceful marriage of these weddings, the Ministry will contribute for half of the wedding's cost if one wishes so. This is to hopefully gain some forgiveness from you during this troubling and stressful time.

"Please remind your children and anyone under your care under this time that-" Ginny stopped suddenly. "Oh Merlin, I can't read this anymore." I took the letter out of her hands, sent Molly a look of apology, before picking up where it left off.

"All marriages must be. . . consumated by the week aniversary of the marriage. Failure to comply will result in a large fine. The Ministry will apply and keep wards around the home the couple shall chose to ensure they have sexual relations once every week until a child or more is concieved, then continuous intimacy until the baby will be born is chosen to be either non-existant or not as often.

"Best of luck to your family and you,
Kingsley Shacklebolt.
Minister of Magic

P.S. We are sorry for the inconvienience this must cause you and terribly sorry for the loss of your loved ones."

"Wh-What about Teddy?" Harry asked. "I mean, I know Cho hates children, and-"

"You'll either have to pass him to the next Godparent of your choice or convince Cho to keep him. It's not as though you'll never see him again," Molly said, relieved that she didn't have to remarry. I handed the letter to her and she reread it.

"Alright, well, I think it would be best if you all sleep in the same room as your fiance, even though its not really official. We have nine months until your deadline and I'm not having a last minute wedding for any of you. Now, Ginny, invite Dean over. Charlie, Alicia. Harry, Cho. Ron, Lavender, and that should be all. There are enough rooms for everyone, oh and just so you all know, I'm placing anti-sex charms in every room. I will not tolerate a pregnant bride."

The others set to writing their letter, while Bill and Fleur left to go to their cottage. I turned to George.

"Lead the way, dear," I said sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes and pulled me behind him, walking up the stairs.

"You can get your things later," George said. "But I have to talk to you first."

I followed up to his room and he slammed the door shut behind him. He went to his bed immediately and sat down.

"I'm not marrying you," I said flatly.

"You want to lose your wand? Do you know what that intails?" He asked. I shook my head. "It means you lose all contact with the wizarding world. You're friends, your familly. All of it. You'll have to live with your parents in the Muggle world. Hogwarts gives you a proper diploma, but you haven't even finished Hogwarts. You'll never be able to survive out there."

I looked at him, "I never said I would get my wand snapped. I'd hide out! And even if they did find me, I can't live with my parents. They're dead, George." Tears filled my eyes and I turned around hastily, not letting him see as they fell down my cheek. I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me. I walked to the stairs and went straight to the garden out back. Sighing, I plopped down and starting to pick the grass. Tears now leaked freely.

I heard the kitchen door close with a creak and looked behind me, wiping my tears. It was one of the twins. I didn't know which until they got closer, though I should have as reminders of the war flashed through my mind.

I turned around and looked at the field in front of me. The wind blew, causing the wheat to fray. I sighed as he sat down next to me.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" he asked quietly.

"Because, it's not anyone's problem to worry about. The-The Death Eaters, I had obliviated my parents memories and sent them to Australia, but they found them. I was stupid enough to leave their ID's the same as they were before. They used them and the Death Eaters found them."

"How did you find out?" George asked softly.

"When we were at Malfoy Manor," I murmured, "Bellatrix handed me this."

I gave him the necklace I was wearing at he looked at it confused. "Gold bands?"

"My parents wedding rings," I whispered. "They never took them off. That's how I knew. Then she proceded to torture me more. I had stopped fighting at that point, and she knew it."

"How do you know these are your parents?"

"They're engraved on the inside," I murmured. He read the inside.

"My Harold-poo," he whispered as he read my father's ring. Then my mother's, "My Janey-pie."

A few more tears leaked out and I hastilly wiped them away, I didn't want him to see me cry or weak. "They only ever called eachother that, even when they were mad. They-I killed them."

I shook my head and snatched my necklace out of his hands before standing up. "Don't you dare talk to me about not wanting to be married, because I have more than one motive not to be," I hissed at him. I stormed off and just as I was beyond apparation point, I apparated.