Chapter One: The Butler, Reprising

14th August, 1996, Greengrass Manor

A warm sunday morning, in mid August, birds were chirping happily in the tree's, and the sounds of water trickling down a stream could be heard through the open windows. In the master bedroom of the new Greengrass Manor, Daphne Greengrass turned in her sleep. After graduating from Hogwarts, Daphne had insisted that Greengrass Manor be demolished. The building reminded her of her parents far too much. She also hated the location. Despite her 'Ice Princess' demeanour, Daphne was very much a countryside person, and she had insisted that they move to the Lake District. The new manor, though smaller than the previous one, had a much warmer feel to it, and sat overlooking a beautiful lake, with a waterfall, and beautiful flowers surrounding it. Sebastian had assured her hat muggle's couldn't come near it either, in much the same way that they couldn't come near Hogwarts. She stirred, as a clink interrupted her sleep.

"Good morning, young mistress. This morning's tea is Earl Grey, imported from India."

Daphne sat up, rubbing her eye's. "Good morning, Sebastian.". She smiled at her butler. Sebastian was a tall, slim man, with long black hair, and bright green eyes. His eye's were the only part of him that made him recognisable as the man who was formerly Harry Potter. They were definitely unique. And Daphne loved them. She accepted the tea cup he handed her and sipped from it. "How's the school?" she asked him.

"With the revelations of the late Professor Dumbledore's nature, the wizarding world is in uproar."

"Naturally." muttered Daphne

"Quite. However, the board of Governors has accepted you as the Headmistress, young mistress." said Sebastian.

"Excellent. Glad to see that I'm not paying them for nothing. For the record though, Sebastian, please don't start addressing me as Headmistress, just call me, young mistress. I like that." she finished, with a blush.

"As you wish, young mistress." Sebastian bowed.

"Any word from my spy within Voldemort's ranks?"

"Not as of yet, young mistress. I believe that they'll be in contact with you shortly though. They have contacted you once a week for the past two months, I am certain that the trend will continue."

"I hope so." nodded Daphne. "I suppose there's no sense in worrying about it now."

"Indeed, young mistress. ". Daphne sipped at her tea, and glanced at the clock on her bedside table. "Sebastian, is it really that late in the day? It surely isn't 11."

"You have nothing on your schedule today, young mistress. As such, I thought you might appreciate a lie-in. You have been working extremely hard lately in ensuring that the standards of Hogwarts are increased." said Sebastian. Daphne chuckled and turned to look out of the window. It truly was a beautiful day. From her position, she could see the sunlight, reflecting off the waves in the lake.

"Sebastian, fetch my swimming costume."

"Yes, young mistress."

14th August 1996, ?

Hermione was sat at a desk scowling at a report. She had sent a team of Death Eaters on a raid last night. Their orders had been clear. Cause chaos and confusion. She sighed as she placed the report on her desk. Chaos and confusion. How hard was that? In front of her, stood the only Death Eater that had partaken in the raid, and evaded capture. "Well, Goodwin?" she asked.

"Ma'am?"

"Tell me why you are stood here, when seven of your comrade's are sat in ministry holding cells."

"They were too weak to overpower the aurors, ma'am."

"Wrong." said Hermione, simply.

"They were-"

"Wrong."

"They-"

"Wrong."

"Ma'am, I don't understand."

"It isn't anything that they did, Goodwin. It's your fault."

"Ma'am, I swear I haven't done nothin'."

"Exactly the point, Goodwin. You did nothing. You stood back and watched as your comrade's struggled. And why? Because you're a coward. What are you?"

"Ma'am, I swear-" Goodwin began, but whatever he was about to say was cut off by Hermione, as she hit him with a particularly vicious cruciatus curse. The man screamed and writhed on the floor. Hermione sat and watched him, a strange look on her face, almost as if she derived pleasure from watching him suffer. After a couple of minutes, she let up.

"What are you, Goodwin?"

"A-A-A-A Coward, m-m-ma'am." Goodwin stuttered.

"That's right, you are." Hermione purred, "And what do you deserve?"

"Ma'am?"

Hermione hit him with another cruciatus, shorter than the last. "Do you deserve a second chance?"

"No, ma'am."

"Then beg me."

"Ma'am. Please, I beg you. Give me a second chance." Goodwin panted. Hermione giggled. "Silly man. I don't want you to beg me for your life. I want you to beg me to kill you."

Goodwin's eyes shot open wider than she thought possible. He opened his mouth a few times, as if to say something, but no sound escaped. Finally, his voice seemed to return, though weaker than before.

"Ma'am-" he began. Hermione hit him again with the cruciatus curse.

"If you don't start begging, I'll keep this up. Since you got my other Death Eaters locked up, I haven't got any other appointments today.

"Ma'am, please... Kill me… I have failed you, and I deserve nothing less than death."

"That's right." Hermione purred. "You're worthless, aren't you, Goodwin?"

"Yes, ma'am. Please, end me."

Hermione smiled, her smile like a predator, having found its prey.

"Avada Kedavra!"

With that, Goodwin collapsed dead. Hermione regarded him for a moment. "That was fun." she smiled to herself. "But now I'm bored."

"You look like you've been enjoying yourself." came a voice from the doorway. Hermione looked over her shoulder and saw her father, Lord Voldemort, stood in the doorway. She gave him her biggest grin yet.

"Oh I have, father, but these men are no better than squibs." she sighed.

"That is true, my dear, thankfully for you, I have a mission for you."

"Oh, what do you want me to do?"

"There is a spy in our ranks. I want you to kill them."

"Happily, father." Hermione giggled. Voldemort smiled at her and wrapped his arms around his daughter.

"My sweet, beautiful daughter. You are my most trusted, and beloved in this world." the Dark Lord whispered in her ear.

"Father, I will do anything to please you. I am your loyal and humble servant." she replied, kissing him on the cheek. "I swear to you, I will find, and kill the spy."

"I know you will, dear. I know you will."

14th August 1996, Greengrass Manor

Daphne sat on the balcony of Greengrass Manor, overlooking the edge of the waterfall. She was still in her swimsuit, which left little to the imagination. If Sebastian was less than the perfect gentlemen, she might've even caught his eye. As it was, the butler was busy pouring her afternoon tea. "Earl Grey, young mistress. Imported from China."

"Thank you, Sebastian.". She sipped at the tea, and sat back, enjoying the view. It wasn't often she had a day off, and she intended to enjoy it as much as she possibly could.

"Young mistress!" a voice called from below, panicked. Daphne sat forward.

"What?" she asked annoyed. A figure leapt up from below and landed perfectly on the balcony, a piece of parchment in their hand.

"Young mistress, I've never seen you in such a state of undress!" they exclaimed.

"That's because Sebastian dresses me, Tracy. I don't trust you to cut my clothes into shorter forms! Again." Daphne huffed. Tracy giggled, and handed Daphne the parchment.

"Can't blame a psychopath for trying." she giggled harder, winking at Daphne. The blonde rolled her eye's and unravelled the parchment. She scanned it quickly.

"Damn it!" she yelled.

"Young mistress, whatever's the matter?" asked Sebastian. "Tracy? What is it?". The housekeeper now seemed more interested in trying to catch butterflies in her teeth than the butler.

"Sebastian. He know's." muttered Daphne. Sebastian turned to her, a frown on his pale face. "Voldemort knows about our spy."