On Ginny's 13th birthday, after making a wish ("I wish Harry Potter would notice me!") a ministry owl delivers a letter to her. Inside is her betrothal to Harry, an arranged marriage by the last female Weasley and the Potter family.
Chapter 1 – Be Careful What You Wish For…
"… Happy Birthday to you!" everyone sang.
Ginny had a large smile on her face, today was her 13th birthday, she was officially a teenager and as such could no longer be considered a little girl; she was now a young woman. Of course this did not stop her brothers, especially Fred and George, from teasing her as she was a little shorter than most girls her age.
She really didn't pay attention to her brothers though, after all she had perfected the Bat-Bogie Hex and they more than gave her the opportunity to practice it on them but she really hoped that that ONE boy would really notice her now, after all she had mostly gotten over the crush that she had on one Harry James Potter. Of course the feeling that she now had went so much deeper than that… if only he would just see it.
"Ginny dear, make a wish and blow out the candles." Her mother said.
Closing her eyes she said in her mind but with all her heart, "I wish Harry Potter would notice me!"
Blowing out the candles Ginny opened her eyes and received the cheers from her family.
Henry Dawling enjoyed his job; he worked in the Office of Magical Contracts. True his job is rarely exciting but to be honest he really didn't do a lot except for filing paperwork and sending out notices every now and then. He was not overly paid but the galleons that he did earn were more that it probably should be for such an easy job but who was he to complain?
To his right a low chiming was coming from one of the old records books. Curious he got up and pulled the volume down from the shelf. On the spine was, "Magical Contracts, 1902 A.D." Frowning he opened the book to where it seemed the sound was coming from.
Reading the entry his eyes widened and a low whistle issued from his draw lips. It was things like this that really made his job so worthwhile.
"Two more days," thought Harry Potter, current resident of Number 4 Privet Drive.
It was a hot and sunny Friday and Harry was stuck outside doing the weeding of his Aunt Petunia's flower garden. Harry had recently received a letter from his best friend, Ron Weasley, stating that they were picking him up on Sunday to attend the Quidditch World Cup. Harry was excited for a number of reasons; he would get to see his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger; he would get to see a professional Quidditch game, as seeker for his house team he had more than a passing interest in the wizarding sport; and best of all he would be leaving the Durley's for another year.
Stopping to stretch and wipe the sweat from his brow, Harry noticed a speck in the sky that was slowly getting larger and larger. The brown owl that landed next to him held out his leg and Harry noticed that official looking document tied to the owl's leg. "What have I done now?" thought the teenaged wizard.
After the letter was removed, the owl turned around and immediately took off again. The address on the letter read, "Mr. H. Potter, The flower garden in the back, #4 Privet Dr., Little Whinging, Surrey." Turning over the letter he noticed that it was sealed with a seal that he had not seen before, Office of Magical Contracts.
Very curious but realizing that he would be getting little to no supper if he didn't finish the weeding he stuck the envelope in his back pocket and continued to pull weeds and water the plants.
Having finished the weeding and eating a miserly dinner, Harry went up to his room and collapsed on his bed. The crinkling sound from his back pocket reminded him of the letter that he had received earlier that day.
Getting up again and sitting at his desk he opened the envelope and removed two pieces of parchment, one was fairly new looking but the other was yellowed with age. Deciding to read the newer one first he opened the letter.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Pursuant to the Marriage Law of 1623 and the Magical Contract enacted in 1902 we are pleased to announce your betrothal to Ms. Ginevra Molly Weasley, daughter of Mr. Arthur Weasley and Molly (Prewett) Weasley.
As Ms. Ginevra Weasley has just celebrated her 13th birthday and you have not reach your majority, you are both considered "engaged to be married" by the Ministry of Magic until such time as you reach the age of 17. After which you and your bride to be will be united in marriage.
Wishing you the best of Luck,
Henry Dawling, Office of Magical Contracts
If Harry had not been sitting down he knew he would have fallen to the floor. He was engaged. No, he was engaged to his best friend's little sister. This had to be a joke, Fred and George's no doubt. But the letter sure looked official. Shaking his head he picked up the older looking letter.
Dear future Mr. Potter,
I know that this may come as shock to you but I felt that you deserved an explanation to what I'm sure is a very strange letter from the Ministry. First let me introduce myself, my name is Katherine (Weasley) Potter. I was born on August 11, 1881. While most people scoff at it I do posses a little of "the sight" as it has been called, or to quote my brothers "that weird thing that you do sometimes." I have had a couple of true predictions to my credit but for the most part my gift is small.
I married one of the most wonderful wizards on the British Isles, William Potter. We have several children and another is on the way as I pen this. William is my true soul mate and I could not be happier.
I tell you this for a reason; I had a prediction that concerned you. Although I do not know your name or even when this letter will be received I do know that when the next female Weasley is born the House of Potter will be down to one member, you. I am sorry for your loss.
I "see" a time of great evil around you and that you will feel alone with few people who truly love you. You will need support, comfort and love around you at this time which is why I asked my Father and Father-in-Law to draw up the engagement contract between you and the current female Weasley.
I foresee that without my interference you will eventually be attracted to the young Weasley woman but that you will not do anything about it until it may be too late. She plays a more important part in what is going on in your time that either of you know. Therefore I decided that I needed to try and get you together a little earlier in the hope that you both will be able to accomplish what you need to do more efficiently.
Female Weasleys are a rare breed, even among wizarding kind. We tend to be very devoted, loving and supportive. But don't get us riled, you may not survive the encounter, just kidding. While I do not know your age when you receive this I do know that your bride-to-be has just turned 13.
I do not know if this is beneficial or not in the long run but you need to be together, I foresee much more happiness for both of you than if you are apart.
P.S. While I do not believe this will be the case, either of you can get out of this contact only on her 16th birthday. This will give you three years together to truly decide that you need to be together.
Author's Notes: I first published this story on SIYE's site. I have decided to publish it here also.