hmmm... no promises that there will be more, but I do have this chapter:

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Harry blinked at Dumbledore, his mind lost in a fog for a few moments, and then he pulled himself together. The wizard was trying to manipulate him and it was not going to work. Harry might be outnumbered and without a wand, but he was going to make sure everyone knew he was not here of his own free will. If they forced him into this marriage, they could damn themselves with it. They were not going to get a sanitised ceremony.

Harry timed it carefully with his forced movement, and threw his weight to one side, making sure to crease the wedding robes. He sat on the ground, crossed his arms and legs and waited. Sure enough, moments later he was levitated up and along the corridor.

"I'm flying," yelled Harry. "Wheeeeeeeee!"

He was rewarded by an embarrassed and exasperated look from McGonagall who shot a silencing spell at him. By the time he was being levitated into a large room full of witches and wizards, Harry had been petrified as well, and he knew it was obvious.

Minister Fudge had been furious when he saw them. He had been waiting by the door to the ceremonial room.

"You can't take him in like that!" Fudge had hissed. "We'll be a laughing stock Dumbledore."

"It's this or nothing Cornelius," Dumbledore had replied, almost too softly for Harry to hear. "He's not co-operating."

"And what about..."

"Potter can throw off the Imperious," Dumbledore had murmured. "I suggest the enea rite."

Fudge's eyes had grown very round and he had jerked his head in a nod.

"If you're sure, Dumbledore," Fudge had said. "It'll be difficult to swing with the public. But I suppose there's no chance he'll make his own wedding vows?"

Harry was unsure what the enea rite was, but he had no way of gaining information as he was levitated, petrified, into the gathering of witches and wizards. He was moved through a gap in the crowd, towards a dais at the back of the room. In his petrified state Harry had no way to break his fall as the levitation charm ended, but he was caught and held by strong arms.

"I told you they were bringing you to me," whispered a voice in his ear.

Voldemort adjusted Harry in his arms so that Harry was unable to see anything other than the face of his enemy. He did not release Harry from the petrification jinx.

Harry lay in Voldemort's arms, unable to move other than to blink, and listened as Fudge droned on about the peace treaty and then begin the marriage ceremony.

"The groom has chosen the enea rite," announced Fudge. There was a collective intake of breathe from his audience.

"You can't be serious," shouted a voice. Harry recognised it as belonging to one of the Weasley twins.

"Incentivised marriage was one thing," agreed the other twin loudly, "but Harry would never choose enea. This is cruel."

"Aurors, remove those two wizards," said Dumbledore.

Harry heard a scuffle as the twins were removed. The altercation was brief, it seemed that nobody else had an issue with this 'enea' rite, whatever it was, any more than they had had an issue with him being brought to his own wedding under the petrification curse.

"Who petitions for the enea rite," asked Fudge ritualistically.

"I do not petition for that rite," said Voldemort cooly. Fudge spluttered. "But," continued Voldemort, "I could be persuaded to accept it, it the Ministry were to offer it. I come not as the petitioner, but as one granted a gift."

Harry wished he could see Fudge's face, he could almost sense the confusion of the pompous windbag. Harry himself was also confused, but then he was also well aware that he was not supposed to know what was going on.

"Dumbledore," hissed Fudge. "The Ministry cannot offer one of its citizens to an enea bond. It's illegal. You're the boy's guardian. Only you can do it."

"You are not going to put the blame for this on me, Cornelius," Dumbledore hissed back.

"Do it," said Fudge. "Or I'll send you to Azkaban for interfering with the peace process."

All Harry could see was Voldemort's face, and he looked like he was thoroughly enjoying the distress of the other wizards. Harry almost wanted to laugh.

"I, Albus Dumbledore, bring my ward, Harry Potter, to bond with Marvolo Slytherin in the enea ritual," said Dumbledore loudly.

"Since when was I his ward!" thought Harry angrily. "And I'm of age, don't you know!"

"Despite coming of age at seventeen, wizards are subject to their guardian's will in marriage until the age of 25," said Voldemort's voice in Harry's head. "I had suspected you might not have known about his guardianship. I think a trip to Gringotts is called for as soon as our honeymoon is over."

If Harry could have shuddered he would have done.

"I Marvolo Slytherin agree to bond with Harry Potter in a bond according with that offered by his house," declared Voldemort.

Harry felt magic flowing over him and trying to interfere with the connection he already had with Voldemort. It tried to twist and warp the bond they already shared. He mentally gritted his teeth and fought against the foreign magic. But Harry was untrained in mental magic and no match for Fudge's wand cast magic. He felt the bond change and strengthen. It pulsed with power at Voldemort's end. Harry lay still in the arms of his enemy, unable to move and unable to protest as his fate was sealed by Fudge's enea binding.

"I pronounce you to be married," declared Fudge. "The terms of the peace treaty are satisfied. Let the celebrations begin!"

Harry felt Voldemort's magic flow through him and the petrification curse was reversed. He had movement again. Harry almost fell, from the sudden need for his legs to take his weight once more, but then he dodged under Voldemort's arm and made a dash for the door. He knew he would not get far, but a little disruption would not go amiss.

"Halt!" commanded Voldemort, his voice low and firm.

Harry's feet stopped moving abruptly.

"What have you done to me?" shouted Harry accusingly up at Fudge, Dumbledore, Voldemort and the room in general. "What kind of people are you!"

Fudge looked pleadingly at Voldemort who merely raised an eyebrow and waited for Fudge to explain.

"Well, er, Harry, er."

"Don't call me that," said Harry. "You don't have the right to my name."

"Er, yes, well, Mr Pot... I mean, er," Fudge looked beseechingly at Voldemort who remained silent. "Well, er, yes, you've been married, by enea rite, to Marvolo Slytherin, as per your guardian's request."

"The Dursleys?" asked Harry with mock confusion. "But they're muggles. Why would they request the enea rite - what would they know of it."

"Really, Lord Slytherin," said Fudge. "I must ask that you control your bonded."

"Very well," said Voldemort his voice thick with amusement. "Harry, come here and be quiet."

Harry tried to stop himself obeying, but he could not. He walked over to his nemesis and said nothing further. The celebration of the treaty dragged and yet went too fast for Harry's liking, given his dread of what was coming next. So all too soon despite the boring speeches, Harry and Voldemort were walking though the Ministry to the apparition point. Voldemort put his arm around Harry's shoulder and apparated them away