Learn to love

Engaged

Looking at myself in the mirror, I scoffed. Mother stood behind me, fussing over my hair. Today was the day. Today was the day my freedom ended. Today...today I met my fiancé.

Like most of the 28 pureblood families left, my father was obsessed with keeping the family line pure and going. You see I am 17, turning 18 in three months, young to many people, but in my father's eyes, I should have been married 2 years ago. I swear he must have been dropped as a child. It appeared my fiancé was at least 18 years older than. Now mind you I have never met him, but I bet you have heard of him. No? Well, let me give you some hints. Tall, dark, and maybe handsome. From what mother told me, longish dark and shaggy hair a bit curly as well. Well-built and intense gray eyes. Even though he was 34, he didn't seem it. Well-mannered and a bit of a rebel and has more money than you can count. Nothing? Alright, he was locked up in Azkaban for some years, escaped, and was on the run. From what I know, it has been a few months since he was found innocent. Yippy for him! Also, he is known as Harry Potter's godfather. Got it? If you thought of Sirius Black, then you have earned yourself a pat on the back. 

Three days ago, my father ordered me to look my best for Saturday. Said I was to meet my fiancé. Now that was a shocker, I have never even had a boyfriend before. Friends? Yes, as long as they were all females. That I didn't mind much. If father knew about Harry, Ron, and the twins, he would have a fit. As for kissing? I don't think twice counts, and no I haven't had sex. Now you tell me what kind of man, would want an inexperienced girl as his wife? None less a Black. But, eh, it was best to go along with father and not against him. I have had too many bruises as is. Just then an owl flew into my room, and onto my shoulder. Chuckling I took the note and handed him a treat.

"Who is it from, sweetie?" Mother asked.

Looking down at the paper, I grinned. "It's from Hermione."

"Oh, and how has she been?" Of all of my friends, Hermione was the one mother approved of the most. Father not so much, with her being a muggle-born.

"Well, what does she say?"

"Oh right." Opening the letter, I scanned through it. "Well, she sends me her support. Wishes she could be with me today. Harry and the Weasley's send their support and hellos. She can't wait to see me at school." Placing the letter neatly on my dresser, I sighed. I met them all, on my second day at Hogwarts. I had gotten lost going to Snape's class, and as consequence, I bumped into Harry, who at the time was with Hermione and Ron.

To say my life was an adventure after that is an understatement. The chamber of secrets, Hagrid and his animals, Malfoy and his posy, Fluffy the three-headed dog, and many more crazy things. Two years ago, Harry discovered a man was out to get him, that man was Sirius Black. I know what you are thinking. 'But you said you never met him.' Well, I didn't. Last thing I remember that night was Ron, being dragged by a shaggy mutt into a tree. The same tree that knocked me out. Next thing I know I was laying in the infirmary, with Ron next to me. He explained everything, from his pet rat to Sirius's innocence.

Then last year somehow Harry's name appeared in the goblet of fire. Ron was furious with him. It's funny how smacking a boy around can make him come to his senses. Hermione was smitten with some hothead in an opposing team. I for one had to keep that part of my life hidden. Father and mother could never know what I am up to at school, besides my studies. If they did, father was sure to pull me out and keep me under lock. So lost in thought I hadn't known mother watching me with sad eyes.

"Oh, honey." Pulling me into a hug, I allowed a small tear to fall. "I know this must be terrible for you. I too had to go through this. And truth be told, I have never been happier." Lies. "I have met Sirius when he was a young boy. He is dashing and a loyal man. He will not harm you, of that I am sure. Besides as far as I know he is very good friends with your friends." Grabbing my chin, she gently coaxed me to look up. "Don't condemn him just yet."