Some traditions never leave the wizarding world. But really, arranged marriages? What is this, the 1800s?

[Disclaimer, this takes place in the late 1990s for easier writing.]

Pureblood familes just can't let go of status no matter what type. First born son isn't an Auror or Curse breaker? Disowned. Daughter isn't an Alchemist or Healer? Disowned.

Nowadays, pureblood families have a strategy to keep relevancy. Remember the lovely first born son? Marry him to the successful pureblood girl down the street. How about the beautiful daughter? Marry her to your buddy's promising son.

Seriously, how can they accept muggles and mudbloods and not the fact that children grow up in different ways?

It's all silly, really, but lookie here. You are now in this unfortunate situation!

Congradolences.

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As of the summer before your sixth year at Hogwarts, your family made this decision of theirs known to you. Unlike most cases, its because you brought no one home. No girl, no guy, no talks or rants about someone who caught your eye...you were a very goal oriented person and top student. They just didn't want you alone in a world of poachers and dark wizards.

Your parent's description of this guy was too familiar for comfort. Though you weren't mad at their choice, you could only stand there in shock as you placed the pieces together.

They chose Ominis as your future husband. A guy you barely knew at that.

Word didn't spread around at all since Ominis was a quiet fellow, had it been anyone else and you probably would've had your ear talked off.

You had some classes with him, you were even paired up for a family tree project for History of Magic. To your surprise, when it was time for you two to present your family tree...

"Our families are actually close friends, and have been for generations. My Grandparents are very fond of hers, this actually leads up to our engagement."

Immediately, the whole class was in shock and hysterics. You noticed the rings he was wearing, one matching the ring you wore.