This is my take on the Marriage Law thing. I'm pretty sure I'm not in the challenge but I couldn't resist. This probably won't be any good or make any sense, but I'll try to make it funny. And if some of the canons are OOC, yea, I'm sorry about that too. Oh yeah, and I don't own anything except for Abigail and Persephone.
A young woman sat at the Gryffindor table eating dinner, after just over six years of being in Gryffindor she was still confused as to why she was placed in the house of supposed bravery. A sigh escaped her rosy lips and she started to eat again, she looked up through her rectangular glasses to see owls flying in the windows.
When a barn owl landed in front of her she smiled, "Thanks Jess," She said and gave the owl a piece of chicken before it flew off. She then opened the letter along with all of the other students in sixth and seventh year, a few of the fifth years and a most of the teachers.Dear Ms. Persephone E.A. Lisalm (Pronounced Lease and Alm as in Palm)
A new marriage law has been passed submit your answers to the following questions and a husband will be chosen from how well your answers fit with the all of the eligible males. The results of the test will be announced at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on November 1st.
Dolores J. Umbridge
Head of the Unwed Eligible Wizards and Witches Department (U.E.W.W.D.)
Persephone stared at the letter in her hand her mouth wide-open and blue eyes wide. She quickly stood up from the table and ran out of the Great Hall and up to her room. Pulling out a quill and an inkpot she sat on her bed cross-legged and laid the letter in her lap. She brushed her thin black hair out of her eyes and she looked down the letter to where the questions were.
1. Do you care about which House your future spouse is/was in?
2. Do you care about the age of your future spouse? If so what age would you prefer them to be?
I don't care. 'Why should I care if he's a few months older or younger than me?'
3. Would you like to marry a pureblood, half-blood or muggleborn?
4. Would you like to have a career after you graduate or do you already have a career?
Yes, probably. 'Like hell if I know what though.'
5. Do you have any hobbies?
Er…swimming and writing.
6. Are you a pureblood, half-blood or muggleborn?
Muggleborn. 'I thought they had that on record.'
7. Do you care about how much money your future spouse makes or what career they are in?
Persephone continued to read over and answer the questions, most of them had to do with personality but others were career info and ages, things like that. When she was done she folded her responses and put it in an envelope, then walked out of her dorm and common room and went up to the Owlery.
While watching Belle fly away, letter attached to her leg, Persephone sighed almost sadly. "I hope I'm not stuck with anyone horrible…who knows maybe we'll even grow to love each other." She snorted, "Not likely."
After two months of waiting and worrying it was finally November 1st, Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge was supposed to announce the pairings after dinner in the Great Hall. After almost everyone had finished their dinner Fudge stood up and approached the podium. Clearing his throat everyone immediately turned to look at him.
After making a short speech he began to list the pairings.
"Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall,
Luna Lovegood and Ronald Weasley,
Hermione Granger and Anthony Goldstein,
Draco Malfoy and Ginevra Weasley,
Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbot,
Harry Potter and Abigail Sokeim,"
Persephone started zoning in and out of what Fudge was saying, sipping her pumpkin juice she heard,
"Severus Snape and Persephone Lisalm,"
She gasped quite suddenly and ended up having half of her pumpkin juice go down her windpipe. She started choking and her face turned bright red as she struggled to breathe. Persephone hacked it up onto her plate and looked up, tears running down her face from not being able to breathe, to see most of the Great Hall staring at her. She awkwardly got up and ran from the Great Hall and up to Dumbledore's office.
"I don't know the password! Let me in or I'll blast you!" She screamed at the gargoyle before it moved aside.
She waited, pacing around Dumbledore's office and muttering to herself in a corner for a while before Dumbledore, Fudge and Snape came into the office.
"I will not marry her! She is a student!" Snape yelled. "It is completely wrong! You must repeal the law!"
"Now Severus be reasonable," Dumbledore said, "Is there now way to change this Cornelius?"
"Afraid not Albus, the contract is binding once the names are said out loud. Severus will have to marry Ms. Lisalm. Hopefully Ms. Lisalm has a calmer temperament, it's wouldn't do to have unstable children running about."
"I'll show you unstable!!" The three men turned to her, just noticing that she was there, she lunged at Fudge, pinning him to the wall and screaming at him. "You're fucking kidding me?! There is no way I'm marrying Snape! No fucking way! I will not marry him; I'd rather marry Malfoy! At least I can hex him if he tries to touch me! You cannot make me marry Snape!!!!" Dumbledore waved his wand and Persephone froze in place, Fudge extracted himself from the girls grip and then Dumbledore took the spell off of her.
Persephone whirled around so that she was now glaring at Dumbledore, "Ms. Lisalm, calm down." Dumbledore said, taking a step towards her, her eyes flashed and she stepped back, hitting the wall.
"Nu-unh! No calming shit. I don't need that right now, I need to scream at someone! Is there no way around this…law at all?"
"As I already said, Ms. Lisalm, no, there is no way around this law. You will wed Severus in 2 weeks time, good day." Fudge then left Dumbledore's office.
"Severus, Ms. Lisalm, if both of you would please sit." Dumbledore said, gesturing to the two chairs in front of his desk.
Persephone was slowly claming down, "Nope, I'm going to bed, hopefully I'll wake up and find out that this was all a horrible dream."
"Ms. Lisalm, sit down." She huffed and sat in the chair on the right, while Severus remained standing. "That's better, now what are you two going to do about the wedding?"
"Hopefully, I'll die before that happens." She muttered.
"Ms. Lisalm, you've made it quite apparent that you do not wish to marry me, however, seeing as there is no way around this contract I suggest you get used to the idea." Severus said, glaring at her.
"Why the hell should I get used to being married to someone who hates me, and is my Professor? It's wrong, on so many levels."
"I do not hate you Ms. Lisalm, though you obviously hate me. And as wrong as it is you are going to have to get used to it one way or another, I'm not exactly fond of the idea either."
"I don't hate you, I dislike you because you treat every Gryffindor pretty much like shit compared to your precious Slytherins. Yea, that and your stupid 'bat/vampire' thing that you do to try to scare everyone into submission. It doesn't scare people anymore, except Neville, and it's stupid."
"Stop fighting, both of you." Dumbledore said, "You will both meet me here tomorrow at 11 to discuss this situation. Ms. Lisalm, you may leave, the password will be Twix."
"Gee, thanks." Persephone said sarcastically as she stood up and stomped out of the office.
"Lemon Drop?" Dumbledore asked, holding out a bowl filled with them.
"No, what do want Albus?"
"I want you to make a conscious effort not to kill the girl or hurt her if she causes you to go into one of your tempers. She's been hurt recently Severus, once she finds out that you were a Death Eater it won't help matters."
"Are you going to tell me what happened?"
"I'm sure you can figure it out for yourself, and if not then perhaps she will tell you in time. Now, it is getting late and I'm sure you have papers to mark. Goodnight Severus."
Severus nodded and stalked out of Dumbledore's office and down to the Dungeons.
I realized belatedly that I had paired up Purebloods with each other and Muggleborns with each other as well, the only exceptions are Harry and Abigail and Severus and Persephone. Those two are Half-bloods and Muggleborns paired together. Yea...anyway, R&R!