Marriage Law | By : teshara Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 12492 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Background: This is a deviation in the WIKTT Challenge: The
Marriage Law. Loosely, it reads that muggleborne witches have lost their rights
and wizards can petition for their custody, thereby forcing them into marriage.
I apologize outright, because I didn’t really fulfill any of
the other requirements. I know it was a challenge, but I’m not at a high enough
skill of writing to be able to pull it off without getting really cheesy.
I hope you enjoy it anyway. Please review. Even if it’s to
tell me I’m terrible.
Marriage Law Chapter 1
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“Are you sure, Severus?” Albus Dumbledore asked the nervous
man sitting in front of him. “You are under no obligation to do this.”
Severus Snape squirmed in his seat under the gaze of the
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Dumbledore had a
parchment in his hands that would legally bind Severus to Hermione Granger. The
Headmasters purple velvet pointed hat rested on a corner of the high backed
chair he was sitting on. His white hair and beard flowed over his shoulders and
down the front of his robes. His deep blue eyes peered over the top of gold
e-rie-rimmed spectacles and rested on Severus.
“Yes,” said Severus, a pained look crossing his features. He
reached a hand up to pinch the skin between his eyes.
“Very well then,” Dumbledore sighed and handed the parchment
to Severus, along with a green quill. Severus took it, hands shaking and
signed.
***
Hermione Granger was enjoying her breakfast with her best
friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, when a large barn owl swooped down and
dropped a light blue scroll in front of her. Her hand froze halfwayher
her
pumpkin juice.
Ministry of Magic: Department
of Matrimonial Destiny was stamped across the scroll.
“But you’re not 18 yet, Hermione,” said Ron, looking at her
stunned.
“I know that,” said Hermione sounding panicky.
“Then what’s that for?” he asked, sounding frantic.
“I don’t know!” cried Hermione, leaving the scroll untouched
near her plate. Harry reached out and took it. He unrolled it and read.
“It seems your experiences with the time turner has been
taken into consideration when determining the date of your availability,” Harry
raised his eyebrows.
Hermione snorted. The Marriage Law. Another crackpot idea of
Fudges to insure the future generations of the Wizarding community. His latest
idea was to reduce the status of muggle born witches to chattel and allow pure
blooded wizards to petition for their hand.
“You had three offers in the first hour of your
availability, so you’re being allowed to pick your mate,” Harry scanned the
page. “I’m so sorry, Hermione,” he said softly.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Ron said outraged.
“You wouldn’t be allowed,” Harry explained patiently, before
Ron had a violent outburst and lost them the House Cup. “You’re still under
age. And your brothers are spoken for,” Harry added as an afterthought.
Hermione paled and dug in her bag for a quill. Ron watched
as she scribbled on the parchment and the owl that had delivered it swooped
down from the rafters to carry it back to the Ministry.
“So that’s it?” Ron asked, quietly.
“I guess so,” said Hermione.
“Who did you choose?” asked Harry.
“Who did you have to choose from?” asked Ron.
“Gregory Goyle, Aurellius Ollivander, and Severus Snape,”
Hermione said, blinking blankly.
“Are you serious?” asked Ron. He felt utterly helpless. He
and Hermione had never made things official, but he had always planned to
settle down with her when he had enough to offer. Now the Ministry had swept
her away before they even had a chance. He had watched the same thing happen to
Percy after Penelope had been mated to a tailor in Brighton.
She was legal property of someone else now. “Who did you choose?”
“Snape, of course,” hissed Hermione annoyed. “He’s in the
Order. He must have petitioned for me because of that.”
“That would make sense,” Ron said, looking a bit more
positive. “He’s going to save you.”
“Well, I get to thank him later,” Hermione said, taking her
planner out of her bag.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked.
“We’re getting married tonight,” Hermione said, jotting down
a note in her planner.
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