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I have done quite a few one shots for Harry Potter under this alias and others, as well as a few longer pieces for other stories. This is my first multi-chapter story for Harry Potter and I appreciate you all bearing with me. I am going to try to update as frequently as possible, but I am double majoring and it is a bit grueling so we will see.

This is going to be a Fred/Hermione with hints of Hermione/Ron and Fred/Angelina. Also, some George/Hermione flirting, just for the fun of it.

Rated M for later chapters, but there is always the chance that I will move it down to a T. Sometimes smut is fitting in a multi-chapter story, other times it just seems out of place, bordering ridiculous. I will try to make it fit tastefully in.

Yes, this is going to be yet another marriage law fan fiction. I know that can get a bit tiresome so I will try to spice things up a bit.

Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING except for the ideas behind this particular story. All characters, most places and terms belong to J.K. Rowling. Anything of my own creation (spells, places, etc.) will be expressed at the end of the chapter. I am not making money off this story and do not intend to.

Also, a bit unconventional as most of the marriage law stories I have seen have played out the rules in the story, but here's a detailed list of the rules and stipulations set forth by the marriage law.


Marriage Law as Set Forth by British Ministry of Magic, 1999
Minister for Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt
Liaison to the British Ambassador, Percy Ignatius Weasley

*What follows is a series of acts housed under the Marriage Law Bill as set forth by the Wizengamot Council in order to deal with the rise in Squibs and the decline of able-bodied witches and wizards in Britain's wizarding community.

*Failure to comply with the law will result in a two-year sentence at Azkaban, followed by immediate removal of wand.

*Upon receiving written notification of spouse, each couple has exactly three months to provide adequate proof of matrimony.

Rules and Stipulations:

All witches and wizards between the ages of 17 and 25 must marry a magical person of the Ministries choosing if not already engaged or married.

Unengaged couples may enter pleas between the dates of January 30, 1999 and February 30, 1999 if they can prove at least one year of relations and proof of sexual relations which would make one unfit to marry otherwise.

Single witches and wizards who do not fall into marriageable age as set forth by the Marriage Law Bill may petition the Ministry for a suitable match after undergoing an extensive background check.

Any magical persons having known connections to the former Dark Lord and his followers will be forbidden to marry unless a break with the aforementioned group can be proven to have occurred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Divorce is only possible after five years of marriage and at least one successful pregnancy.

Witches and wizards who wish to commit to marriage with a muggle of their choice must contact the liaison to the British Ambassador directly, Percy Weasley.

Witches and wizards wishing to commit to marriage with a witch or wizard that does not fall under the jurisdiction of the British Ministry of Magic may request a meeting with the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

Any questions regarding the bill can be directed to Alaric Aleel, Senior Undersecretary. For the complete set of rules, please send a request by owl to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.


Expectations, Truths and the Tale of Beedle the Bard

Chapter One

Ottery St. Catchpole was barely a dot on the map of wizarding Britain. Snuggled deep in Devonshire, the town itself was one cobble stone street lined with shops and then a mass of rolling green hills through which the River Otter ran. Houses scattered the landscape, among them the Burrow.

The Burrow stood six stories high and tilted precariously, its patchwork outside gave the impression that not much attention was given to it. This was lucky for its inhabitants who were desperate for anonymity amongst their muggle neighbors.

The house had been all but destroyed the summer before the Battle at Hogwarts and was still under reconstruction to restore it to its original, if not slightly shabby, state.

The number of habitants had certainly gone down in numbers. Bill and Fleur returned to Tinworth and Shell Cottage, Charlie had escaped back to his dragons in Romania and the twins continued to inhabit the flat above Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. With a few quick spells, Ginny and Bill's room had been combined into a larger room for the seventeen-year-old when on break from Hogwarts. Percy had temporarily moved back into his second floor room while Hermione currently occupied the twin's former room and Harry and Ron shared the alcove room on the fifth floor.

And so, life in the Burrow went on as it always had despite the change in inhabitants. The war had been difficult on all who participated and Molly Weasley welcomed the noise and distraction that reminded her of her children's youth.

It was very rare that the large family was together at one time, the Burrow could barely hold the ever-expanding family. However when they did come together it was almost always for an important event. January 1, 1999 was no different.

Dawn had barely broken when they began arriving, by apparition and floo network, and in the twins' case – brooms. By noon, the family had crowded around the kitchen table, some sitting, most standing, and all angry.

"Blasphemy!"

"The nerve!"

"I never!"

Mrs. Weasley fixed her family with a firm glare, "ALL OF YOU BE QUIET!"

The rumblings slowly quieted as all eyes fell on the matriarch, her face red from yelling and her hands on her hips. "Now let your father speak, please."

Mr. Weasley, a decidedly less imposing figure stood at the head of the table, although standing more than a head taller than his wife he coward beside her.

"Well, um, yes then, let's get on with it," he cleared his throat and continued, "as you all know by now, whether you received a letter," his looked pointedly at the younger crowd, "or you heard through the papers," his elder children falling under his gaze, "Shacklebolt has set forth a marriage law."

The chatter began again, only silenced by the death stare Molly Weasley sent their way.

"Well you see, it's been centuries since the last marriage law, and I am sure Kingsley did so only under great duress. We all know the toll these past years have had on the population and well, I am sure he is only looking out for our well being… I think." Arthur Weasley's voice was unsure, "Maybe I should let Percy better explain to you."

The young man's face turned beet red as all eyes turned towards him. Clearly, nobody had missed his name on the notice.

With a sigh he stepped forward, facing the room, "As father said, our minister acted under extreme conditions. Wizard birth rates have been dropping in startling numbers and squibs are on the rise. We have lost some of the greatest wizards the world has known and the ministry cannot simply turn the other way and wait for things to change."

"You git, why'd you keep it from us then?" George spat from his seat at the certain of the table, his voice laced with malice as he eyed his elder brother warily.

"Yeah! We oughta have known!" Fred backed his twin, mirroring his brother's wary gaze.

Percy fixed the collar of his shirt uncomfortably, "I was not in the position to discuss such matters and before you ask, I am not able to extend clemency to anyone, not even you Harry."

The uproar resumed as Percy fell back into the crowds.

"Would all of you hush!" Molly watched her children with alarm, she had not seen this behavior since before Voldemort's defeat. "Unfortunately there is nothing any of us can do except wait for more news, now would you please go out to the garden so I can finish lunch!"


Ron watched Hermione out of the corner of his eye, she sat away from the group on a garden bench, her nose buried in documents. She had recently been employed by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and was buried with work. Still he doubted she was working on her house elf release bill. Knowing Hermione, she was looking for a solution.

As if sensing his stare, Hermione looked up from her paperwork offering a forced smile to her boyfriend. A newly acquired title, the two had begun dating a month after the Battle at Hogwarts and had planned to take things slow.

She shuffled her papers into a neat pile and put them back in her satchel, making room for him on the bench. His mittened hands sought hers, holding one of her small, delicate hands between his own.

"S'pose we should prepare a plea now huh?" His question was more of a statement as he searched her face.

Looking away she let out a long sigh, her breath a shocking white in the cool air. "I don't know Ron, we don't quite meet the requirements. We've only been dating eight months and as for the other part…"

Ron's face turned red at the statement. It was true, their relationship had not progressed physically, but they both had scars from the war, physical and emotional, that required attention.

"After all we've done for the minister I'm sure he can make an exception love."

Hermione was growing frustrated, leave it to Ron to see things so simplistically. "Honestly Ron, he won't even make exception for Harry! Our sacrifices have no meaning to Kingsley Shacklebolt anymore."

"We can still…"

"STOP!" Hermione yanked her hand away in frustration, standing. "There is absolutely nothing we can do. Stop being so foolish because the sooner you realize that the better off we all will be."

"Hermione, I…"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" The young girl stomped off towards the nearby lake to be alone.

Ron hung his head in despair, unable to fathom why she did not want to even try.

A hand patted him on the shoulder, "Come on mate, give 'er some time and she'll come around. You'll see."

He nodded in agreement, hoping Harry was right.


The very next day the letters began arriving from the ministry. Hermione was in the middle of reading the detailed account of hippogriff misuse in Upper Flagley when the ministry owl dropped the thick envelope on in front of her.

Her original plan had been to continue with her work before opening the letter, knowing her concentration would be gone once she read it. Curiosity quickly got the better of her however and not even ten minutes after receiving it she ripped open the small parcel.

The small bundle of paper work was wrapped in a letter, Kingsley Shacklebolt's seal at the top.

Miss Hermione J. Granger,

This letter is to inform you that under the guidelines set forth by Marriage Law Bill, you must enter matrimony with a persons decided on by the Ministry of Magic.

You will be given three months from today's date, the second of January in the year 1999, to formally enter marriage. A copy of the marriage certificate may be sent to Alaric Aleel, Senior Undersecretary, no later than two days after the ceremonies.

If you wish to petition the Ministry to change spouse, you may do so beginning the thirtieth of January.

Please forward any questions you may have to Alaric Aleel, we will try to respond in a timely manner. Please also review the announcement sent out by the ministry to ensure all rules are followed.

Spouse: Frederick Gideon Weasley

Kingsley Shacklebolt,
Minister of Magic
Senior Auror (former)
Order of the Phoenix (former)

Hermione dropped the letter as if it was on fire, her mind still reeling as she read the various other announcements in the packet. This could not be happening.


Fred watched Angelina sleeping beside him, her chest raising and falling evenly. This would be their last night together and George had offered to take over for the day.

He would miss her, she was a good sport about the twin's joking manner and had a fiery alter ego in bed. He had briefly considered petitioning the ministry for her hand but quickly realized they were never meant to be more than a fling.

He barely paid notice to the tapping at the window, until it became to incessant to ignore. Dragging himself out of his sagging bed, he opened the window to the two tawny owls. One dropping a letter in his hand and the other leaving their parcel beside Angelina in the bed.

He opened it quickly, already aware of what its contents would hold, his future.

Mr. Frederick G. Weasley,

This letter is to inform you that under the guidelines set forth by Marriage Law Bill, you must enter matrimony with a person's decided on by the Ministry of Magic.

You will be given three months from today's date, the second of January in the year 1999, to formally enter marriage. A copy of the marriage certificate may be sent to Alaric Aleel, Senior Undersecretary, no later than two days after the ceremonies.

If you wish to petition the Ministry to change spouse, you may do so beginning the thirtieth of January.

Please forward any questions you may have to Alaric Aleel, we will try to respond in a timely manner. Please also review the announcement sent out by the ministry to ensure all rules are followed.

Spouse: Hermione Jean Granger

Kingsley Shacklebolt,
Minister of Magic
Senior Auror (former)
Order of the Phoenix (former)

He let out a stifled groan, this could not be happening.


Well there you have it. Just a short introduction before things start to pick up. I hope it wasn't terribly description laden. I tend to get over detailed in that aspect of things. Any criticisms, requests and ideas would be greatly appreciated.

Also, I get most of my information regarding the wizarding world from The Harry Potter Lexicon, it's a wonderful resource!!

Comment please and expect the second chapter shortly!