I went to lunch, and of course, Harry whined about his forehead scar hurting. Ron was stuffing his face as usual. And me? I felt like I was betraying everything, and everyone by becoming Voldemort's wife. I just hoped that Dumbledore knew what he was doing, because if he didn't, then I would be going into this marriage blind, and that was something that I never wanted to do: jump into this head first and hoped for the best. Little did I know just how enraged with his lawyers were when they informed him that I was now his new wife in almost every sense of the word...