The Contract
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The Contract
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The Contract
September 30, 1852 Hogwarts School for Witches and Wizards
Isadora irritably looked at the grandfather clock for the tenth time in three minutes and sighed. Destiny was late. Though they were the best of friends, there were things that drove Isadora completely bonkers and Destiny always being late was on top of her list.
Isadora’s black eyes gazed over the document that lay before her, looking for anything that they may have missed, when the door flew open and Destiny came running in.
“Sorry, practice ran late,” Destiny pulled her green and silver robe over her head and tossed it recklessly onto a nearby chair.
“No excuse,” Isadora snarled. “Quidditch is a waste of your time.”
“Stop being a prat,” Destiny said, rolling her eyes and running her fingers through her messy black hair. Years of experience told her there was nothing to be done with her unkempt hair so she stopped trying. Her short-cropped cut brought jeers and taunts by her fellow students that she dismissed as immature behavior. The only opinion she cared about was Isadora's, and since she didn’t seem to mind her appearance, Destiny didn’t care what anyone else said.
“Did we forget anything?” Destiny asked as she leaned over Isadora’s shoulder and reread their contract.
“I know that I’ve mentioned this a number of times, but I want us both to be sure about what we are about to do. This contract, though not dark, has a lot of dark elements to it. Our descendants will not be pleased with us once we sign our names,” Isadora warned Destiny.
“The odds of the contract ever being enforced are astronomical. But, if the time comes and we have no descendents left but one, they must marry and have many children.”
“Is our friendship really that important that we must force our children’s children to carry on for us?” Isadora asked.
Both their eyes were grief stricken with years of loneliness and abuse. They found comfort with each other on the first day of school, as they traveled the rails to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft. They became inseparable from the moment they met, and their friendship flourished but they were still children, neither one having seen her thirteenth birthday. They both knew more about the dark arts than most adults, especially Isadora who came from a long line of Slytherins.
“Isadora, are you having second thoughts?” Destiny asked slightly bewildered.
“I’ve had a dozen second thoughts about this document,” she said as she pulled a handkerchief from her robe and blew her ample nose.
“There is nothing to worry about,” Destiny reassured Isadora. Taking Isadora's hands into hers, Destiny continued, “If they have any of our blood running through them, they will surely care for each other as much we do each other.” Destiny smiled comfortingly before she continued. “I had a dream the other night…”
Isadora rolled her eyes in disgust.
“I know how you feel about seers” Destiny placated her friend, “and that if I can see into the future that I maybe misinterpreting what I see, but I know with every part of my heart and soul that our descendants will be happy with each other. They will have a wonderful life together because of what we do today.”
“Sentimental fool,” Isadora grumbled as she picked up a school scalpel that she stole from potion class. “Let’s finish it then,” she said as she sliced her hand open. Tears filled her eyes but Isadora refused to let them fall. She dipped her quill into the blood and wrote her name on the marriage contract that the two young Slytherins wrote.
Destiny let her tears flow freely from the sting of the knife she ran across her palm. She completed the contract when she wrote her name under that of her best friend. They watched mesmerized as the paper folded upon itself until it was so small that it popped out of sight.
“Is it at the Ministry?” asked Destiny.
“Don’t know for sure, but I think so. If the contract ever becomes enforceable I hope there are words of praise and not curses on our descendants' lips.”
“Isadora you worry too much. Let’s go and study.” Destiny pulled Isadora from her chair and stood on her toes to kiss her friend’s cheek. “What we did today ensures that our friendship will last forever.” She smiled as she led her skeptical friend to class.
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Over their lifetimes, the two went their separate ways but their friendship remained steadfast. They married, raised their children and worked hard at their careers. At a ripe old age, when their husbands had already gone onto the next great adventure, the two lived their final years together. Many wondered why the two old widows stayed together the way they fussed and bickered with one another. Surely they must hate one another, the neighborhood gossips would say. But those who knew them understood that there friendship was deep rooted and the bickering and arguing was just their way of showing how much they loved one another. It was a tragic day when Destiny’s great-great grandchild went to visit her and her Aunt Isadora only to find them in eternal sleep wrapped in each other's arms.
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Present Day
Harry stood at next to the minister, nervously rolling back and forth on the balls of his foot. This was his wedding day. He beamed as his heart raced wildly in his chest. He was going to marry the love of his life. The music started and Ginny, his Ginny, as Harry would call her, came walking down the aisle. His breath hitched when he saw her. She was a vision of loveliness. Dressed in a flowing white gown with a garland of ivy and white roses adorned her fiery red hair, she looked like a goddess.
Their eyes met and Harry saw the deep love and respect she held for him in them. That look she gave him washed away any doubt that he may have had. They were in love, and for the first time in his life everything would be perfect.
He presented her his hand when she approached the altar. Smiling widely, Ginny gracefully took it and giggled softly when Harry bent and placed a kiss on her knuckle. Arm in arm they took the few steps that led up to the minister.
“We are gathered today to celebrate the union of Harry James Potter and….” the Minister began.
“STOP!” A cry came from the back of the church. “You must stop these proceedings immediately.”
Arthur was on his feet and stood in front of the interloper, “How dare you interrupt my daughter’s wedding!”
“Your daughter can not marry Mr. Potter,” the man declared.
“And why can’t I marry Ginny?” Harry had stepped down the step and came face to face with the stranger.
“Because Mr. Potter,” the man pulled an aged document from his coat pocket. “You are already promised to another, and if you should choose to marry this young lady, you will be dead by the time the sun disappears from the horizon.”
Snorting, Harry looked at the stranger as if he had lost his mind. “Tell me, who is this mystery person that I am supposedly promised to?”
Carefully unfolding the document, the man slipped his glasses on and looked for the name that appeared at the end of the document. “Yes, the name is there now. The name of your attended is Severus Tobias Snape.” He looked up and grinned sheepishly.
“Whoever you are, you must be mad,” Harry snarled. “Professor Snape died the night I killed Voldemort.”
“You must be misinformed, Mr. Potter. If his name is on this document, it means that he is quite alive.”
A light of recognition came to Arthur Weasley, “Bartholomew? From Contract Law?”
“Ah, you do remember me?”
“Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my sad duty to inform you that there will be no wedding today. We must clear up some…issues before we can go on with the wedding,” Arthur informed his guests.
“Daddy!” Ginny cried as she came to stand by her fiancé.
“Arthur?” Harry inquired.
“Bartholomew is from the Ministry. He's a specialist in contract law, and if he says that the two of you should not get married…as yet,” he added seeing the stricken look on his daughters face, “then the two of you will not be getting married today.”
“But really, Severus Snape, we all know he’s been long dead,” Harry whined.
“Harry, my dear, dear boy if Bartholomew says that Severus Snape is alive you can believe him. The man is infallible.”
“Thank you Mr. Weasley.” Bartholomew acknowledged the praise with a slight nod of his head. “Indeed, Mr. Snape is not only alive but you must marry him within the year or die.”
The Contract
September 30, 1852 Hogwarts School for Witches and Wizards
Isadora irritably looked at the grandfather clock for the tenth time in three minutes and sighed. Destiny was late. Though they were the best of friends, there were things that drove Isadora completely bonkers and Destiny always being late was on top of her list.
Isadora’s black eyes gazed over the document that lay before her, looking for anything that they may have missed, when the door flew open and Destiny came running in.
“Sorry, practice ran late,” Destiny pulled her green and silver robe over her head and tossed it recklessly onto a nearby chair.
“No excuse,” Isadora snarled. “Quidditch is a waste of your time.”
“Stop being a prat,” Destiny said, rolling her eyes and running her fingers through her messy black hair. Years of experience told her there was nothing to be done with her unkempt hair so she stopped trying. Her short-cropped cut brought jeers and taunts by her fellow students that she dismissed as immature behavior. The only opinion she cared about was Isadora's, and since she didn’t seem to mind her appearance, Destiny didn’t care what anyone else said.
“Did we forget anything?” Destiny asked as she leaned over Isadora’s shoulder and reread their contract.
“I know that I’ve mentioned this a number of times, but I want us both to be sure about what we are about to do. This contract, though not dark, has a lot of dark elements to it. Our descendants will not be pleased with us once we sign our names,” Isadora warned Destiny.
“The odds of the contract ever being enforced are astronomical. But, if the time comes and we have no descendents left but one, they must marry and have many children.”
“Is our friendship really that important that we must force our children’s children to carry on for us?” Isadora asked.
Both their eyes were grief stricken with years of loneliness and abuse. They found comfort with each other on the first day of school, as they traveled the rails to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft. They became inseparable from the moment they met, and their friendship flourished but they were still children, neither one having seen her thirteenth birthday. They both knew more about the dark arts than most adults, especially Isadora who came from a long line of Slytherins.
“Isadora, are you having second thoughts?” Destiny asked slightly bewildered.
“I’ve had a dozen second thoughts about this document,” she said as she pulled a handkerchief from her robe and blew her ample nose.
“There is nothing to worry about,” Destiny reassured Isadora. Taking Isadora's hands into hers, Destiny continued, “If they have any of our blood running through them, they will surely care for each other as much we do each other.” Destiny smiled comfortingly before she continued. “I had a dream the other night…”
Isadora rolled her eyes in disgust.
“I know how you feel about seers” Destiny placated her friend, “and that if I can see into the future that I maybe misinterpreting what I see, but I know with every part of my heart and soul that our descendants will be happy with each other. They will have a wonderful life together because of what we do today.”
“Sentimental fool,” Isadora grumbled as she picked up a school scalpel that she stole from potion class. “Let’s finish it then,” she said as she sliced her hand open. Tears filled her eyes but Isadora refused to let them fall. She dipped her quill into the blood and wrote her name on the marriage contract that the two young Slytherins wrote.
Destiny let her tears flow freely from the sting of the knife she ran across her palm. She completed the contract when she wrote her name under that of her best friend. They watched mesmerized as the paper folded upon itself until it was so small that it popped out of sight.
“Is it at the Ministry?” asked Destiny.
“Don’t know for sure, but I think so. If the contract ever becomes enforceable I hope there are words of praise and not curses on our descendants' lips.”
“Isadora you worry too much. Let’s go and study.” Destiny pulled Isadora from her chair and stood on her toes to kiss her friend’s cheek. “What we did today ensures that our friendship will last forever.” She smiled as she led her skeptical friend to class.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Over their lifetimes, the two went their separate ways but their friendship remained steadfast. They married, raised their children and worked hard at their careers. At a ripe old age, when their husbands had already gone onto the next great adventure, the two lived their final years together. Many wondered why the two old widows stayed together the way they fussed and bickered with one another. Surely they must hate one another, the neighborhood gossips would say. But those who knew them understood that there friendship was deep rooted and the bickering and arguing was just their way of showing how much they loved one another. It was a tragic day when Destiny’s great-great grandchild went to visit her and her Aunt Isadora only to find them in eternal sleep wrapped in each other's arms.
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Present Day
Harry stood at next to the minister, nervously rolling back and forth on the balls of his foot. This was his wedding day. He beamed as his heart raced wildly in his chest. He was going to marry the love of his life. The music started and Ginny, his Ginny, as Harry would call her, came walking down the aisle. His breath hitched when he saw her. She was a vision of loveliness. Dressed in a flowing white gown with a garland of ivy and white roses adorned her fiery red hair, she looked like a goddess.
Their eyes met and Harry saw the deep love and respect she held for him in them. That look she gave him washed away any doubt that he may have had. They were in love, and for the first time in his life everything would be perfect.
He presented her his hand when she approached the altar. Smiling widely, Ginny gracefully took it and giggled softly when Harry bent and placed a kiss on her knuckle. Arm in arm they took the few steps that led up to the minister.
“We are gathered today to celebrate the union of Harry James Potter and….” the Minister began.
“STOP!” A cry came from the back of the church. “You must stop these proceedings immediately.”
Arthur was on his feet and stood in front of the interloper, “How dare you interrupt my daughter’s wedding!”
“Your daughter can not marry Mr. Potter,” the man declared.
“And why can’t I marry Ginny?” Harry had stepped down the step and came face to face with the stranger.
“Because Mr. Potter,” the man pulled an aged document from his coat pocket. “You are already promised to another, and if you should choose to marry this young lady, you will be dead by the time the sun disappears from the horizon.”
Snorting, Harry looked at the stranger as if he had lost his mind. “Tell me, who is this mystery person that I am supposedly promised to?”
Carefully unfolding the document, the man slipped his glasses on and looked for the name that appeared at the end of the document. “Yes, the name is there now. The name of your attended is Severus Tobias Snape.” He looked up and grinned sheepishly.
“Whoever you are, you must be mad,” Harry snarled. “Professor Snape died the night I killed Voldemort.”
“You must be misinformed, Mr. Potter. If his name is on this document, it means that he is quite alive.”
A light of recognition came to Arthur Weasley, “Bartholomew? From Contract Law?”
“Ah, you do remember me?”
“Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my sad duty to inform you that there will be no wedding today. We must clear up some…issues before we can go on with the wedding,” Arthur informed his guests.
“Daddy!” Ginny cried as she came to stand by her fiancé.
“Arthur?” Harry inquired.
“Bartholomew is from the Ministry. He's a specialist in contract law, and if he says that the two of you should not get married…as yet,” he added seeing the stricken look on his daughters face, “then the two of you will not be getting married today.”
“But really, Severus Snape, we all know he’s been long dead,” Harry whined.
“Harry, my dear, dear boy if Bartholomew says that Severus Snape is alive you can believe him. The man is infallible.”
“Thank you Mr. Weasley.” Bartholomew acknowledged the praise with a slight nod of his head. “Indeed, Mr. Snape is not only alive but you must marry him within the year or die.”