Hey guys heres the second chapter! The story is writing it self so I'll be updating the first few chapters fast I guess. Anyways I thought it would be interesting to add Daphne's POV too so this chapter is Daphne's POV. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter. Who knows I MIGHT own it by the time I upload the next chapter!
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Daphne Greengrass prided herself on her ability to read people. Therefore when Harry Potter's name has been announced as the 4th Tri Wizard champion she knew that Potter had nothing to do with this. She mentally scoffed when she saw Granger over analyzing things and doubt Potter.
She turned her eyes away from the Gryffindor table and surveyed the Great Hall. Most of the students were bemused and were only being swayed due to public opinion. In fact most didn't even know what to think of Potter and just went with the flow, except the puff's of course.
'Potter is going to be labeled as a cheater I guess.' She mused. She didn't care all that much to be honest. Aside from a few words exchanged during potions she literally has no past interactions with the Potter heir.
However she found Potter to be puzzling, intriguing even. From first time she has seen Potter she found his behavior quite odd. She clearly saw that Potter needed help. She found it perplexing as to why no one around would help him. Be it his clothes, or his obviously malnourished body, even his attitude. She has noticed that Potter gets extremely nervous with crowds especially adults. He avoids eye contact and acts…. well like a house elf. She noticed some other interesting things as well. Like the fact that Potter doesn't know how to make a friend (not that Weasley is helping there) or Potter having suffered some degree of abuse. Also Potter is completely ignorant of how the wizarding world works. If she had to guess she might say he doesn't even know about his own family.
These observations brought even more questions. Why is the heir to a Most Noble and Most Ancient House dressed as a beggar? Why is the wizarding world's hero ignorant of the world his parent gave their lives to protect?
Aside from these observations she noted that Potter managed to get himself tangled into an adventure every year.
"This year's no different I see" Daphne muttered to herself.
"You said something Daph?" asked her only friend Tracey Davis. Tracey was a childhood friend of hers and the only one that has seen Daphne without her mask aside her family.
"Nothing Trace, just thinking about stuff." She replied in a bored tone.
"Oh. Is it about Potter? I was just talking to Blaise about it too." Tracey started to ramble. "In fact-"
"Trace calm down, you're rambling again and I'm not in the mood for one of your tirades." Daphne said, she was too tired to listen to Tracey.
Tracey huffed and turned away and started to speak with Blaise.
Daphne shook her head and allowed a tiny smile to crack through her mask. She wasn't even consciously putting her mask on anymore. When she was in her second year her mother taught her how to act like a pureblood heiress and drive away suitors that were bound to appear without cursing them. Since then she has perfected her mask so that she could intimidate almost every male in Hogwarts.
She looked around the Great Hall and saw that people are starting to leave since the champions won't be coming back soon. She nudged Tracey and got up to head to the dungeons.
"Wait up Daph!" Tracey called after her.
Daphne slowed down but kept walking towards their common room. She saw Astoria from the corner of her eye chatting merrily with her band of friends. Astoria was her sister. She was two years younger than her and had a fiery personality. If there ever was a likeable Slytherin, it was Astoria. She will be safe from suitors thanks to Daphne, since she wasn't unapproachable like Daphne and boys will bound to try and get fresh with her.
'Though it'll take another two years for her to attract suitors.' she mused.
"So Daph, I want to know what you think." Tracey started.
"About what?" Daphne played dumb. It was so easy to get a rise from Tracey and it was her personal vice and she did have a few of those.
"About Potter." Tracey huffed. "Honestly Daph where are you? Aren't you even the least bit interested it Harry Potter and his rule breaking crusade?" Tracey asked.
"Oh that, well Potter didn't do it." Daphne answered simply.
"Do what, putting his name in the goblet? How can you be so sure?" Tracey asked taken aback by Daphne's direct answer.
"Daphne sighed, "Tracey didn't you see his face when his name was announced. He was the most shocked person in the Great Hall. Now tell me. If he had put his name in the goblet will he act that way?"
"Well, he could have been faking it. I mean you can never be sure."
"Please. Potter can't even tell a decent lie and besides nobody could act that well." Daphne scoffed.
"You do pay Potter quite a lot of attention don't you Daph." Tracey said as they entered the common room. "I mean you look at him like you're trying to analyze him or something at least once a week. Don't tell me you fancy him" Tracey said with a mischievous grin.
Daphne rolled her eyes amused at Tracey's antics. "I'm going to take a shower I couldn't take one before we went for dinner." She told Tracey before heading for the showers.
She took a long shower and her thoughts drifted again to Harry Potter. He was a puzzle for her. She had bits and pieces but the full picture wasn't clear. She thought about his performance in class. He was powerful and quite gifted, though his work ethic is the same as Weasley's. Even then he has managed to keep up with the rest of his peers. It's like he's doing just enough to get by.
'Oh well he can hold himself back all he wants. Not like I care.' She thought to herself.
Getting out of the shower she came back to the common room seeing Tracey already in bed. For the millionth time she was thankful that Parkinson wasn't in her room.
The Slytherin dorms were unique. Unlike other houses they had rooms and each room housed two people or three people in rare occasions.
Changing to her pajamas she said good night to Tracey and crawled under her covers and twisted and turned till she found a comfortable spot. As she drifted to sleep her last thought was, 'Things were bound to get interesting. I hope Potter won't die in this.
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A/N: If there are any mistakes please point them out. Don't flame because they will be ignored. Next chapter will come soon!