A/N:This chapter is Daphnes introduction. It is part of the stroy.


Blue eyes flicked around a large circular room in almost incredible speeds. Capturing every little detail of the men and women who screamed at each other from opposite ends of their chairs. This had become Daphne Greengrass's everyday life. And it couldn't have been any more boring. House Heads being reduced to the triviality of acting like children or more like heirs. Heirs usually were the ones with the bloated egos really.

The chief Warlock, Ronald Weasley, was failing dismally to quiet everyone down. Nothing was getting done here, again. She turned to Ronald expectantly, hoping he would adjourn the meeting early and stop wasting his breath on this. Even if no one heard him adjourn it, as long as she did and she exited the room - it would be officially over and those who didn't want to be part of the bickering would be allowed to leave also.

He heaved a sigh, deciding to try and calm everyone down for the last time and it had the same effect as his attempts before. "Due to the unfavourable standards of the proceedings, this meeting will be postponed. Again," he muttered that last bit under his breath, even though they still wouldn't have heard him either way, "Meeting adjourned," Daphne and Ron, along with a select few members stood up, making their way outside of the room.

"At least it took a bit more time for them to start quarrelling with each other this time," Ron walked up to her left.

"Maybe, but we got nothing done," She responded, "So the results aren't any different. I've grown tired of it."

"Well, if all goes well, it'll be our last," he sighed, enticing a smirk from her.

"It was the 41st meeting," Her smirk grew into a smile, "So I have full access to everything now? Including the room?"

"That's how it works yes," Ron shook his head, "I mean, are you still sure about everything? Is he-"

"Is that reluctance you in your voice?" She frowned.

"Not at all. I'm just asking if it's still what you want, it has been some time since we've really talked about it," They both entered a lift, alone, "Is he still worth all the trouble to you?"

She turned to look at him in the eye, "That and more. The past few years should be a testament to that," She replied seriously, "What I've endured getting to this point should be proof of that."

"If you're sure," he sighed as they both exited the lift and walked on the polished dark wood that led into the atrium. They walked down the left-hand side of the large halls, towards the fireplaces meant for departures. Daphne grabbed a handful of Floo powder and it into the fireplace, igniting a heatless, emerald green fire that she walked into. She kept her elbows close to her body and said her desired location.

"Greengrass manor," The green flames flared, and she seemed to catch on fire just as she went up into the network, being transported to her home. Ron followed her shortly after.

Daphne trudged out of one of the fireplaces of Greengrass manor, the green flames behind her extinguished themselves before roaring to life again as Ron fell out onto the floor.

"What was that? You usually land fine," She laughed, it was just like he used to do it.

"Well, just thought I'd make you laugh," He dusted himself off, receiving a grateful smile from her, "Where's Tracey?"

"I don't know, I just got here myself," Was her retort.

"Oh, Right," Ron looked sheepish. He was about to search for Tracey around the manor but she had apparently heard them come through the Floo and came into the living room herself.

"I thought it was you guys," She smiled, "How'd it go this time?"

"About the same," Daphne shook her head, moving to sit on a sofa, "It isn't my problem now. Not anymore."

"You say that as if you've resigned," Tracey raised an eyebrow, turning to Ron, "She didn't resign as Minister, did she?"

"No," he assured her, "Might as well have, what with what she's planning."

"What is she planning?"

"Today was the 41st Wizengamot meeting with me in power Tracey," Daphne smiled, her blue eyes almost twinkling. Tracey herself seemed to process her words, unsure of what they exactly meant for a moment before her eyes widened and her jaw slackened.

"It really been that long," She breathed, "And... it's still what you want?"

"I asked her the same thing. She still seems sure about it," Ron responded for Daphne.

"Why is it you two assume it isn't anymore? If I had ever stopped wanting this, I would have quit my job as minister a long time ago," Daphne impatiently tucked a loose strand of her blond hair behind her ear, "After all, it is the only reason I even became the minister."

"Right, of course, you still love him," Tracey sighed, "so how are we going to do this?"

"I'm sorry, we?"

"Of course, you don't expect as to let you go through all of this all now do you? We told you that we'd always be your side, helping when you needed us. Isn't that right Ron?" Tracey turned her gaze to the redhead.

"That's right," he nodded, "But from what I've read about the ritual involving the Time-turner, it requires a sacrifice or a tremendous amount of magical energy. As I'm sure we're throwing the sacrifice idea out of the window - It draws its energy from a singular point, meaning one of us has to have enough to accommodate for all three of us."

"Well, if you're sure you really want to go back with me. I might have the amount to transport all three of us out, I read on it too," Daphne pulled out her wand, shooting out two white wisps from it, there was notable difference in the size of both. "The smaller one is the amount needed, the bigger is the amount I have."

"Just barely enough for the three of us," Tracey observed.

"But it's enough isn't it?"

"It is, but would your energy be replenished as soon as we travelled back? I don't want you lying in bed for a whole week because of exhaustion," Tracey argued.

"It doesn't matter what happens after. I would lie in bed for a month if it meant this working and me seeing him again," Daphne decided, receiving reluctant looks from the two. The two wisps fizzled away.

"It's a risk," Ron voiced.

"It will work, trust me," Daphne assured him.

"Fine," Tracey said, hesitance still present in her voice, "How do we go about this?"

"Tonight, we do it," Daphne answered.

"Why at night?" Ron questioned.

"Fewer people, fewer questions," Both Daphne and Tracey responded at the same time, smiling at each other afterwards

Ron's gaze switched from one to the other, "Uh... Okay. What about Voldemort?" The question made their smiles drop. Ron was certain the temperature dropped when he looked over to Daphne, who's face held an angry scowl.

"I'll kill Voldemort myself, and anyone else who tries to take Harry away from me again."


The group of three made their way through the atrium to the department of ministries. The different Aurors respectfully greeting Daphne on the way. They didn't ask any questions, but she sensed their curiosity as to why she, Tracey and Ron were there. They entered the lift and Daphne pressed one of the buttons, the one for the eleventh floor.

"Stop looking so nervous Tracey," Daphne scolded, "This is simple, nothing to really worry about from here," Tracey nodded, taking a breath and trying to stop from being fidgety. The lift doors opened.

"Daphne has to be in front of us to deactivate the enchantments or wards," Ron informed, enticing nods from them. Daphne trudged ahead of them, with Tracey and Ron following close behind. They eventually reached a wooden door, it was locked.

"Let me, just in case," Daphne pulled out her wand and muttered "Alohomora," With a click, they were inside. The room itself was circular, with shelves with Time-Turners on them almost covering the walls. While Tracey and Ron marveled at it all, Daphne herself made her to the center of the room - where everything was to take place. There was an open metallic hand outstretched in the center, with a symbol she knew all too well surrounding it.

The triangle shape of the symbol represented the invisibility cloak, the circle between it depicting the resurrection stone and the straight line down the center representing the elder wand. Daphne bent down, moving her wand, Harry's wand, over the hand. The hand itself reached out and grabbed the wand, before retracting itself into the ground and disappearing from her sight.

The Deathly Hollows.

"Is that it?" Tracey voiced, now standing next to her.

"No, each of you has to sit on one corner of the triangle," Daphne instructed, and they both sat on the opposite ends of the base. Daphne herself stood on the center of it, where the hand had previously been. She put her hands together.

"Tempore Mutationem," She muttered, and everything went quiet for a moment. A blue dome covered her, and upon willing it to spread, it covered both Ron and Tracey. She was already feeling tired. Gravity seemed to factor itself out when Daphne floated into the air. The time turners around the room ticked uncontrollably, some of them completely vanishing from their shelves.

Daphne suddenly felt an unfamiliar pull, one she didn't resist. A smile graced her lips, "We're coming, Harry."

They all disappeared.


A/N: Thought I'd give this story some attention and continue. This was another sort of introduction.

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