"It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not."
― Andre Gide
It all started in a small cottage in the middle of a busy street in the small town by the name of Hogsmeade, several days before school was due to start. The little town was bustling at this time of year. Plenty of wizards, soon-to-be wizards, and witches sprinkled the streets of the small village, all shopping for school supplies and back-to-school deals. The windows to the homes were coated in the morning frost. But it all started behind the glass of one of those windows.
The sound of a newspaper aggressively being slammed on a table snapped the boy who was sitting at it, back into reality. He awoke from his daydream, jolting up and letting out a loud gasp of shock. He looked up to see the angry face of a brown-haired girl. Then his gaze followed her arm to her hand pressed on the newspaper she just slammed on the table.
The headline read:
Ministry of Magic Considering Passing Law to Increase Wizarding Population.
The Ministry of Magic is debating on whether or not passing a law to have wizards and witches between the ages of 17 and 28, paired up against their will by a type of personality test, and married within a year. Within 5 years of the marriage, they should have to be expecting a child! The population is outraged by the thought of such an idea to--
The boy didn't have time to read the rest before the brunette started speaking.
"Can you believe it? This absurd law they're considering? People are starting to call it the Marriage Law! If this law goes to pass all of our lives could be ruined! And right after the war?! When we're all still recovering from it! To add insult to injury, we can't even choose who we're going to be partnered up with!? They don't care about us they're just using us as-" she paused to think of the right word. "as some kind of baby-making machines??"
A ginger boy appeared at the kitchen doorway, holding two cups of coffee. The boy at the table sat up straight as the ginger one put one of the cups on the table next to him, then pulled out a chair and sat on it.
"Hermione, you're overreacting. The chances that the ministry will pass this law is extremely slim. They would get huge drawback from the public, a lot would simply refuse and the whole concept of it is completely flawed!"
The girl leaned and sat on the table giving an exhausted and frustrated sigh.
"You should listen to Harry. I doubt they'll make it a thing and if they do, I'm going to bloody do something about it." The ginger boy chimed in, his mouth full of a biscuit he was eating. "I mean, we're the golden trio, and we've got Harry! If Harry says something, they'll have to back down!"
Hermione looked at the ginger boy. She frowned in disgust.
"Ron, how many times did I tell you not to talk when your mouth is full! How unsightly!"
He swallowed his food and half-heartedly replied "Sorry babe."
Hermione snatched his coffee and walked over to the window taking a sip. Harry leaned back in his chair and picked up the newspaper, turning the page to another story.
"Relax Hermione, you're thinking too much into this. There's no way this law will ever be passed."
Hermione looked solemnly through the window and muttered to herself.
"Yeah, I hope you're right.."
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This is where the real story begins...
To be continued...
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