The Marriage Law

Title: The Marriage Law
Rating: R
Summery: The Ministry publicly tells the Wizarding world that the pureblooded families are in danger of dying out. To save the Wizarding world they pass the Marriage Law. How will a certain Muggle-born witch take it?
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Chapter Twenty-two: A Trader Among Friends.

Hermione pointed towards the dark lord and Harry’s mind was set. This was it the moment that he knew must come. He had been told last year that if he died Voldemort would live, if he lived Voldemort would die. He now knew that this was the time to see if the Professor’s prediction was correct.
“ Gather close by,” yelled Dumbledore. Professor Snape had rode to Hermione side and they held hands. She felt comforted at the thought that everything would be all right as long as her husband was by her side. He had given her strength when she had needed it. Voldemort pulled out his sword and the army charged. They started to throw curses and s ats at the older students and teachers. Neville fell at once; he was dead and Hermione felt a wave of pain goes threw her.

She charged cutting heads off as she went, the screaming of those that she knew had lost love ones at the hands of her sword. She no longer cared that they were human beings, they had killed Neville and they would pay. Dean went down next as well as Professor Sprout and Flitwick. Flitwick was dead, but Sprout wasn’t. The Dementors attacked and started to suck the souls from the people that they were up against. Harry and several of his DA members shot Patronus at them and they ran for it.
“ Kill Severus wife,” Voldemort ordered. She pointed her wand at them and muttered the Killing Curse. Several fell before they could reach her. Harry meanwhile watched Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws die around him, but he was determined to reach the Dark Lord.

Snape started to kill Deatheaters left and right, no longer caring if they knew that he had changed sides. He wanted them dead. He might not like the houses that the students were in, but he knew that they didn’t deserve the fate that they were being handed. Several Gryffindor 7th years that Ron didn’t even know fell and he made sure that they stayed there. The blood that covered the ground was as thick as paste and it made riding hard for Hermione sometimes. Finally Hermione and Harry reached their target at the same time.
“ Well we finally meet again Harry Potter,” said Voldemort. “ The Prophacy states that one of use must die, I know that it will be you.”
“ Never.” Harry pulled his sword out and plunged it into his heart; Hermione used her sword to cut his head off. He screamed as he burned and then he was no more. No mist came out, nothing.

The Deatheaters knew at once that they had been beaten. The Aurors killed some of them on the spot, while others had been spared. Lucius meanwhile was with his wife praying that the side of good would win. Hermione and Harry rode over to Dumbledore who was helping Professor McGonagall to her feet.
“ I knew that it would be you,” he told Harry. “ Thanks.” Harry smiled, but Hermione felt strange. She had killed people and had liked it. Did that make her evil? Dumbledore sensed that it was on her mind.
“ Hermione what you did was in self-defense, I would never expect you to not feel bad that you had to kill. I know that you wouldn’t want anything to happen to those children.”

Hermione knew that he was right and so getting off they headed back inside with the rest of the survivors. The next day was filled with calling families and making sure that those that were still alive were okay. Hermione caught Moody and Tonks kissing. Hermione thought that it was funny, and left them alone. She guessed that this was what war did to people. When everyone had been taken care of they gather again this time with a much larger feast then before. Harry noticed that Ron was not present; he guessed that he was still being taken care of.
“ I tell you something, I’m glad that Ron wasn’t hurt,” Harry told Hermione. “ I would hate losing my best friend.” Hermione wanted to smile, but something was nagging at the end of her mind and she didn’t know why she was feeling like this. Dumbledore congratulated those that had survived and hoped that they lived a very long time.

“ Yes we all hope that too, Dumbledore,” came a cold voice. Everyone looked around and then they saw a figure dressed all in black. Hermione and Harry jumped to their feet and ran to protect the Headmaster. “ You know something it’s a real shame that my father didn’t kill all of you afterall it would have been such a treat.”
“ Who are you?” Dumbledore asked. The figure removed his hood to show the face of Ron Weasley.



 
 




 
 

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