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I was married to a Muggle at sixteen years. It's a Muggle practice, marrying girls off that young, but there was the war. Or there was going to be the war. Apparently they forgot to have it.
Bloody goblins. If they're going to have a war, they might as well go ahead and have it, rather than telling everybody about it and then calling it off.
Anyway. Mum's rather high-profile, seeing as she controls, well, most of what happens in magical Europe and a good bit of the Near and Middle East, and the goblins seemed to be going after high-profile people. So she decided she'd better get me out of the way. It was astonishingly selfless of her; I'm still having a hard time wondering how she managed not to marry me off to someone important.
I was young, then, and not very bright. I accepted. I thought... I feel silly now, very silly... I thought I would be rescued. By some sort of... true love... person. I thought if I did nothing but wait, I'd be riding off into the sunset by, well, sunset, with someone who wasn't the Muggle.
Well, no knight was forthcoming, obviously. Which is, perhaps, for the best, considering how intolerable I must've been, when I was that idiotic.
So I did what I was told when my mother told me to do it, and then I did what I was told later. Because I was an idiot.
I will not bore you with the details of our... wedding night. It was unpleasant for me. It was probably unpleasant for him as well. I didn't ask.
I did, however, make certain that no repeat performance (and I use the term very loosely) was possible. There are certain potions one can use for such purposes.
And then I poisoned him instead he died, and that became unnecessary, and, well, that was that. I intend not to become caught in a similar situation, however. I feel I have learned my lesson.
Bloody goblins. If they're going to have a war, they might as well go ahead and have it, rather than telling everybody about it and then calling it off.
Anyway. Mum's rather high-profile, seeing as she controls, well, most of what happens in magical Europe and a good bit of the Near and Middle East, and the goblins seemed to be going after high-profile people. So she decided she'd better get me out of the way. It was astonishingly selfless of her; I'm still having a hard time wondering how she managed not to marry me off to someone important.
I was young, then, and not very bright. I accepted. I thought... I feel silly now, very silly... I thought I would be rescued. By some sort of... true love... person. I thought if I did nothing but wait, I'd be riding off into the sunset by, well, sunset, with someone who wasn't the Muggle.
Well, no knight was forthcoming, obviously. Which is, perhaps, for the best, considering how intolerable I must've been, when I was that idiotic.
So I did what I was told when my mother told me to do it, and then I did what I was told later. Because I was an idiot.
I will not bore you with the details of our... wedding night. It was unpleasant for me. It was probably unpleasant for him as well. I didn't ask.
I did, however, make certain that no repeat performance (and I use the term very loosely) was possible. There are certain potions one can use for such purposes.
And then I poisoned him instead he died, and that became unnecessary, and, well, that was that. I intend not to become caught in a similar situation, however. I feel I have learned my lesson.