These are just drabbles from different characters! Most of them are for the July Event Character Versatility Competition! :)
#1 Harry Potter and #98 Daphne Greengrass
Harry Potter let the soft wind blow his dark hair as he stares at the large window to his right. It's the day again. It's the day when everybody marks it as both the beginning and the end. It is when everybody mourns for the death permanently while they also celebrate for the new lives and the lives that has lived. It is also when he met the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen–Daphne Greengrass. There is so many things that's positive about that day, May 2, 1998, that it might make him smile. Key word there–might. The Second Wizarding War has held so much casualties, so much deaths both in Hogwarts and in London. Fred Weasley. Severus Snape. Albus Dumbledore. Alastor Moody. Remus Lupin. Sirius Black. Dobby.
He flinches as each name and face pass his head. It has never cross him how three years could pass so quickly. At least now, it has calmed down; George Weasley has finally start to smile. Hermione Granger has finally start to get over from the death of her parents, and she finally gotten married to Ron. Hogwarts is finally done with its reconstruction, and it's now accepting students.
"Harry," the said man turns his head to see a blonde woman right beside him. She squeezes his shoulders, and her bright blue eyes stares at him. "Come have breakfast." She gives a small genuine smile.
He sighs, "I don't much of an appetite, Daph."
Daphne scoffs at him, crossing her arms immediately when he begins to protest. Shaking her head, she gives him a disapproving frown, "Harry James Potter," she admonishes. "Do you really think we could mourn or celebrate properly without eating? Do you think George is sitting down staring at the window like you? 'Course not! It's because Fred would've wanted him to live his life. Now Harry, you did not save the whole bloody Wizarding World for everyone to mourn, did you?" When he shakes his head, she gives a smirk worthy for a true Slytherin. "See? Now get your arse downstairs and eat."
He finally smiles, taking a step forward to hug her. Harry buries his head into her shoulder as she squeezes him. "Thank you," he said... well more like whisper to her.
"What for?"
"For being patient," he muttered into her ear. He was right. Daphne has always been patient with him, always listening to his stories about Sirius or maybe even Dobby. She never complains even when their first date was cut off when he feels like he want to visit the graveyard. Actually, she even mourns with him though almost none of her friends had died during the War. Any other girl would've liked the attention to be only them–they'll get impatient probably after a year and force him to pay attention to themselves. No. Daphne actually wants to give him a bit more closure, to sew almost every emotional cut that has split open during the war. She is one of the few people who listens to his rants.
Her smile widens, "As long as you're okay, I'm okay. 'Sides, Har, you actually stayed for the whole five hours of my shopping. That takes guts."
"I'm a Gryffindor, remember?"
Daphne laughs, drawing herself away from him. Blue meets green. "I love you."
"Love you too, Daph."
May 2, 1998 is definitely not a date that he should hate. That's for sure, he thought as he pulls her into a deep kiss.
