It was five thirty in the morning on the first day of November in the year 2016. At such an early hour, no one in their right mind was awake. Even the ghosts and portraits of Hogwarts floated and slept, respectively. There was one common exception to that rule, however. The Ice Queen of Slytherin, Daphne Greengrass, was in the shower, as per her daily routine. She always woke up at 5:25 and got into the shower straight away. By now her dorm mates had put muffling charms on their curtains to not be woken up at an unreasonable time. She changed, fixed her hair and minimal makeup, and headed to the Great Hall for a solitary breakfast. In truth, she preferred eating alone in the mornings. It gave her a few hours to read alone on the Quidditch stands, gazing over at the entire castle. On rainy days, she read on top of the astronomy tower.
That morning was particularly sunny and warm, breaking the pattern of bad weather that the autumn had brought. Daphne was excited, she'd be able to sit in the Quidditch stands. Of course, the "Ice Queen" would never outwardly show emotion, especially not in the Great Hall. As she approached the Great Hall, she thanked whatever magic was responsible for the weather and opened the doors to the Great Hall, expecting the magnificent sound of silence. She would be able to eat as much as she wanted without seeing Malfoy stare at her or the Weasley pig take away her appetite with his deplorable manners.
Her routine was shattered, however, as she saw none other than the Gryffindor Golden Boy sitting at his table, eating his breakfast with a smile on his face. Daphne inwardly seethed, he was the last person she wanted to see, besides Malfoy. To her surprise, said Golden Boy waved at her and said, "Good morning, it's a wonderful day isn't it." He looked extremely giddy this morning.
Daphne stood there, in shock. The Potter "Golden Arse", as Malfoy called him, had spoken to her. He should know not to talk to her, she was a Slytherin after all. "Whatever," she said, cursing him for interrupting her morning breakfast. Professor McGonagall smiled at the scene, as she also ate her early breakfast. She was proud that one of her lions was trying to be decent to a Slytherin.
She did not want to award points and anger Daphne further, but the professor decided to reward Harry with a revelation that would make him happy. The professor walked over to Harry and whispered in his ear, "Don't let anyone know, but I'm helping Angelina and the twins start a Quidditch tournament with our guests and mixed house teams. It's a nice day out, I'm sure you'd love to go flying."
She smiled as her favorite student thanked her and quickly went to get his broom. He hadn't even thought about Quidditch with the Tournament going on until now.
Daphne Greengrass smiled, now alone in the Hall with the Professor having finished her breakfast. She was in no rush to finish eating, and after twenty minutes took a leisurely stroll to the Quidditch pitch. Unbeknownst to her, Harry was flying around the sky, enjoying his flying. Daphne didn't even notice him as she climbed to the top of the stands. She had been engrossed with the weather and thinking about her book. She was reading a tale from her Muggle Studies class, named The Lord of the Rings. Truth be told, she loved muggle fiction and was a sucker for anything the professor assigned. She didn't even mind the essay that came with it, especially because the professor assigned them "pages" instead of inches of parchment. The white paper she had conjured for them was infinitely easier to fill up than the rolls of parchment, though she would never admit it to anyone.
She had only read three pages before she realized she was not alone. Harry had decided, unknowingly, to make his entrance in quite a starling way.
Harry had just pulled a Wronski Feint and had just pulled up, grazing the stands. Unfortunately for Daphne, it was the stand where she was sitting. Equally unfortunately, she was on the front row. The book flew from her hands and flew through the air, moved by the wind Harry had caused.
Harry noticed and item flying through the air and swiftly caught it. In the middle of the pitch, he read the cover and wondered why there was a Muggle book flying through the air. He looked around to see if the Weasley twins were nearby playing a prank on him, but came across a different scene. To his surprise, he saw a fuming blonde in the stands, seemingly yelling at him. The few words he could decipher were not very pleasant.
Any other day, Harry would have sheepishly apologized. However, his good mood allowed him a moment of confidence to rile up the blonde. "Been following me? Greengrass right?"
"For your information I've been doing this since first year."
"Following me?" Icy blue eyes glared at him with more intensity.
"Reading here. Now go away. You've spoiled my morning enough."
Harry gave her back her book, not backing down against her glare. His good mood remained, and he invited her to fly with him. She sent a stunner at him, which he quickly dodged on his broom. He got the message and continued flying his broom in more dangerous and complex ways, enjoying himself and his new freedom immensely.
Daphne went back to her book, occasionally glancing at his more dangerous moves.
"I hope he crashes," she muttered under her breath.
What she wouldn't admit is how much he had want to make her fly. She remembered the good times when her father let her fly on his broom. She had been happy that day, but it had been six years ago. Now, she used her basic Occlumency to hide away the memory and read her book, cursing when Potter left the pitch unscathed.
Harry's cheeriness persisted throughout the entire day. He had greeted his fellow Gryffindors and schoolmates from other houses, including Slytherin. To say Malfoy was surprised when he was greeted was an understatement. It was as if Harry had been hit by an overpowered cheering charm, which many suspected.
Harry, while being extremely cheery, had business to attend to, however. First, he used his communication mirror to speak to his godfather.
"Sirius Black," he said to the mirror. A handsome yet weary face showed up on the mirror, sporting dark hair.
"Hello Harry, is something wrong?" he asked, increasingly worried.
"Nope! All is perfect. I no longer have to participate in the blasted tournament and I can finally have a normal year!"
"What do you mean, no longer have to participate?"
Harry briefly explained the events and how the goblet had saved him from being tricked into entering. He also explained how Barty Crouch Jr. was an impostor Moody and would be questioned at the next Wizengamot session.
Sirius was shocked at first, but realized the possibilities that Harry would have this year. "Harry! That means you have a year to carry on the legacy of the Marauders - I mean, enjoy not being in mortal danger and all of that! I have to go, but remember, prank the living daylights out of everyone and get a couple of girls into a broom closet. I'll help you out over break if you'd like. Make me proud!" he said before disappearing. Harry grinned at sought out Fred and George.
When he found them in the common room, probably up to no good, he told them he needed to talk to them in a private place.
"Don't worry Harrikins-" Fred said.
"We know just the place." George finished.
Harry was blindfolded as the twins placed a featherweight charm on him and led him to a broom closet. Once Harry removed the blindfold, he panicked at being in a broom closet with the Weasley twins.
"Why are we in a broom closet?" he asked worriedly.
"Because Harry-"
"We're giving you our twin double action."
To their surprise, Harry didn't look scared but actually played along. "I'd rather have twin action from the Patils, so I'll pass."
"Is ickle Harrikins rejecting us?"
"I'm quite hurt Fred."
"Me too George."
Harry laughed at their antics before responding, "On to business. You both know I'm the son of a Marauder and godson of another. Now that my year is free, I plan on carrying out their legacy."
"So ickle Harrikins-"
"Wants to be a prankster like us?"
"We're so proud of you."
"We'll take you in as an apprentice-"
"But it's gonna cost you," the twins looked at him with seductive faces.
After ten seconds, all three of them burst out laughing. Secretly, the twins were proud that someone wanted to continue in their noble profession.
"Alright Harry, we're going to test you to see if you're worthy. We have a prank ready and you'll be the one to execute it."
They told him if their secret plan and his smile grew wider and wider the more he heard. He was certain he could do it, and he was certain Sirius would be proud of him of this prank. The twins left and left Harry alone to plot how he would go about doing it.
From beyond the grave, James was beaming. "I told you he'd be a prankster! That's my boy!"
Lily rolled her eyes and punched her husband on the shoulder, hard. Since they were dead it wouldn't hurt him anyways. She smiled, however, happy that her son would have a normal life - at least for a while - and enjoy his time at school.
It took five full days for Daphne to grow accustomed to the boy's presence during breakfast and occasionally the Quidditch pitch in the mornings. Harry had stopped trying to say good morning and instead, the two did not interact at all. In fact, the boy did not even glance up as he read a book while occasionally glancing to the side every so often. If Daphne had bothered to look at him, she would have thought it suspicious.
Indeed, Harry was up to no good. The prank that the Weasleys had assigned him was no easy task. The potion in the book was complicated, and the trigger for the prank was even more complicated. It was the Saturday that Harry would attempt to brew the potion, therefore he was absorbing as much last-minute knowledge as he could. After rereading the portion of the book which explained how to link the potion to the trigger, Harry's brain clicked and he rushed out of the Great Hall, leaving an annoyed Daphne at the other table who had been startled by the noise.
Harry rushed to Myrtle's bathroom and thanked Merlin that it was empty. Not even the ghost had made an appearance. He set up his cauldron in one of the stalls and began reading over the first ingredients and heating up the cauldron. He poured in a lizard heart and Veela hair (which he had to take from the floor around Fleur while she was distracted by the swooning boys) and stirred the potion counterclockwise seven times before the potion turned a light blue.
Harry grinned. It was so much easier without the greasy git breathing down his neck. He had to let the potion brew for one full day, so he decided to leave it be and proceed to the exit. It was never that easy, though, and he failed to notice the approaching footsteps.
Gabrielle Delacour had snuck out of the carriage early in the morning. Truthfully, she was curious about the famous Hogwarts castle and she wanted to look around. She spent hours wandering the corridors and speaking with the friendly ghosts.
However, she had snuck out so quickly, she had forgotten to go to the loo. She tried to ignore it at first, not wanting to waste time or see any Hogwarts students that could report her or ruin the atmosphere of the silent castle. However, when she had to walk with her legs together while jumping up and down, she made a beeline to the nearest girls loo. Unfortunately for Harry, it was Myrtle's bathroom.
As Harry was about to exit the stall, he felt someone get into the adjacent stall. He froze in terror, thinking the girl would see that his shoes were male. His brain kicked in after 10 seconds of shock, and he stealthily opened the door. As he was stepping out, the stall next to him opened, revealing a beautiful, if somewhat disheveled, young witch who seemed a year younger than him.
Said witch screamed and slapped Harry across the face, leaving a red outline of her petite hand etched onto his cheek.
Before he could react, she yelled, "What are you doing here! This is the GIRLS' toilets! Were you just waiting to listen to me pee you sick perv?"
Her cute French accent distracted him and he stared off into space, which earned him another hand mark on the opposite cheek. Finally, he woke up from his daze.
"I'm sorry, I was brewing a potion in here," he said, deciding the truth was better than the alternative.
"Why are you brewing a potion in the middle of the girls' toilets?" she asked, with most of her anger being replaced by curiosity.
"You see, no one has used this bathroom in about thirty years. Also, I've brewed potions here before."
He wasn't sure why he was being honest, but it worked. Her anger was completely gone. Instead of ranting, she asked, "Why hasn't anyone been here?"
"Well, there's usually an annoyingly intrusive ghost here. Also, it hosts the entrance to the chamber of secrets, where a basilisk used to live."
"Really? A basilisk? What happened to it?"
Harry's face darkened. "I killed it with a sword."
Gabrielle giggled, not believing his tale. "Sure, and then Merlin himself thanked you. Honestly, this is your story to try to save your skin?"
Harry shrugged and said, "Believe me or not, I know I'm going to get reported. But don't call me a liar." A spark of anger shine in his eyes.
Gabrielle noticed that spark and decided she'd test the boy, giving him a chance because at least he was cute and if his story was true, she'd be in for a real tour. If not, she could find another way to extort him. A tour, maybe? "I'll make you a deal then, show me this chamber, and I won't report you."
Harry relented and accepted her request. "Alright, just don't freak out. HASSSA SSAEA!" The sinks opened into a tube wide enough to fit a fat snake.
Gabrielle stared at the opening in shock, not believing he would follow through. Harry's words started her out of her stupor. "The tube is really dirty on the way down, are you sure you really want to go?"
"You're showing me one of the castle's biggest secrets. Of course I'm going." She then decided to tease the boy. Admittedly, she also wanted to protect her clothes. "However, I'm sliding on top of you so only your back gets dirty."
Harry wanted to protest but decided he didn't want to risk the potion being discovered by being reported, so he agreed with a crimson blush on his face. They positioned themselves over the slide and he grabbed her waist, which made both of them blush. He then jumped into the dark tube.
He would've been nervous about the chamber, but he was instead focused on not letting Gabrielle notice his excitement at his being pressed so closely to her with only her light dress and his trousers and t-shirt separating them. Fortunately, he had a secret weapon to enexcite him: the image of a naked Snape that the twins had once Transfigured and seared into his mind.
However, Harry's efforts were not as quick as he would have hoped. Gabrielle felt something press against her bum for a few seconds. She did not complain, however, as her Veela nature made her a tease. She admitted she might have a small crush on the boy who was honest with her, or she thought he was, and quite enjoyed being held by him. Of course, that could just be her Veela nature flaring up. At age thirteen, Veela did struggle to control their inner control. Fortunately, the allure did not develop until they reached the age of fifteen.
When they reached the bottom, only the darkness of the chamber hid their deep red blushes from each other. "Enjoyed yourself there Harry? I must say I got an unexpected surprise from you, and it's not the chamber."
"Sorry," he replied sheepishly. Gabrielle laughed at his innocence, which reminded her of herself before she suggested the slide. She really did alternate between the sweet French blonde and the bold Veela presonas often. Harry tried to change the subject, "Come on, the chamber is up ahead."
When the duo came across the rock blockade, they levitated the rocks in silence for a few minutes in silence to cool off. As the rocks flew apart and slowly cleared the way, the two shared a look and quickly turned away.
Gabrielle stared in shock at the giant snakeskin by the door. This boy wasn't kidding after all. While she was distracted, Harry opened the door to the chamber and ushered Gabrielle inside.
Gabrielle was amazed by the giant chamber with is white walls and huge statues. However, she was most impressed with the giant dead snake by a giant bust of what she assumed was a famous wizard. She sprinted towards the snake to have a better look.
She gasped at the sight. The snake was preserved to perfection. The chamber's magic didn't let it rot. Gabrielle saw the eyes had been clawed out but the fangs were the size of her forearm. She was impressed and was about to congratulate Harry for killing a basilisk of that size. However, she saw Harry's face grimace as the memories came back and she could tell he was close to a breakdown though he hid it well.
"Harry? Are you okay?"
"It's nothing, it's just, this place has been in my nightmares ever since it happened. The snake just makes me remember all over again. I'll be at the other side of the chamber, I can't look at it."
Gabrielle felt bad for him. No doubt fighting a snake that size would be traumatizing. However, she got the feeling something else about that day bothered him. She followed him to the edge of the chamber.
He turned to see her walking toward him and smiled gratefully. Suddenly, she had an idea.
"Harry, I'm gonna vanish the snake's body!" she said and cast the spell.
"Wait don't!" Harry yelled. But it was too late. The spell ricocheted off the snake's protective skin and hit Gabrielle instead, vanishing her dress.
Both Harry and Gabrielle stood there, stunned. Gabrielle reacted first and tried to cover herself, but to no avail. Harry, on the other hand, stared at her body for two seconds before reacting. He memorized her perfect collarbones, then her perfect B-cups clad in a lacy blue bra. He then looked lower and saw her flat stomach and curvy hips followed by her light purple knickers. He, being a fourteen year old teen boy after all, noticed her cameltoe and the small wet stain on the bottom. Though he could not tell you why it happened, Gabrielle knew it was from the slide down to the chamber and having Harry's excitement so close. Finally he examined her long legs before coming to his senses and turning around.
His blush rivaled the color of a stunner as he tried to come up with a solution to help this girl. Suddenly, he had an idea, though it was brave and impulsive. He started taking off his shirt and Gabrielle stood there both in shock and anticipation.
"What do you think you are doing?" she asked nervously.
"Take my clothes, I'll figure something out for me."
Her blush reached Harry's level. "You're such a gentleman. I'll tell you what, you keep your pants and I'll wear your shirt. Your shirt is long enough to mostly cover me. That way, we'll both have clothes."
"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel exposed."
She smiled at his words, feeling her heart skip a beat at his kindness. "I'm sure, you can turn around and give me your shirt. You've already seen me anyways."
He turned around without his shirt and tossed it to Gabrielle without opening his eyes. He honestly was scared of being slapped again. He failed to notice Gabrielle's faint aura of Veela charm radiate off her unknowingly. On rare occasions, younger Veela could radiate a slight aura that inspired charm instead of raw, sexual energy like the older Veela at the Quidditch World Cup. Unfortunately, Harry was oblivious to her energy as his experience with girls was limited to Hermione and a brief encounter with Cho. He, therefore, did not notice her attempt to make the boy blush by moving her chest up and down slightly, much to her disappointment. She quickly put on his shirt, which reached halfway to her thigh and still exposed her long legs.
Harry opened his eyes after ten seconds, physically unable to close them because of the allure. He saw her with his shirt on, and honestly, he had never seen anything hotter. His basic instinct saw it as a mark of his territory, though he did not recognize the feeling.
Gabrielle examined Harry's bare chest. He was decently toned in the stomach and chest, but nothing major as he didn't work out and Seekers didn't require much strength training. She didn't mind though, as he had treated her so nicely unlike any guy who would have left her in her underwear to stare at.
They both stared at each other before they realized that they needed clothes in order to come out into the open again and get through Hogwarts.
Gabrielle was an excellent seamstress and loved making clothes for fun, but she had no material. "Do you know how to conjure material? I can make clothes out of almost anything."
"I don't know how to make any more than a little bit of cloth, and it disappears after ten minutes so that wouldn't work."
She looked slightly disappointed before she noticed the snake skin lying outside the chamber. "I can make clothes from that skin over there! My mom and I have used magic-resistant material before, I will just need a little bit of extra magical power from you if you could help. Let's go- errr… What did you say your name was?"
"I don't think we ever introduced ourselves."
They both laughed. "So I'm down here with a boy whose name I don't know, in nothing but my panties and a shirt, and we're in a chamber with no clothes? My sister is gonna kill me," she said with false fear.
"I'm sorry, I should've introduced myself. My name is-"
Gabrielle leaned over and kissed him slowly before he was able to say his name. She ground her even wetter knickers against his khaki trousers, leaving a stain, but Harry couldn't care less. As quickly as it started, Harry and Gabrielle came to their senses and pulled back.
"Now I add kissing to the list of forbidden things we did to a stranger. My name is Gabrielle Delacour."
"Fleur's sister? I'm not surprised though, you're extremely beautiful. My name is Harry Potter."
It was Gabrielle's turn to be surprised. She'd heard stories and heard girls fantasize about him, but he was even better in person. Maybe he wasn't a male model but he was kind to her and gave off a sense of adventure.
"Well Harry, you're much better than I heard the Hogwarts girls fantasize, and you're such a gentleman. I'm glad we met, even if it was quite a weird situation."
Harry nodded and pulled her in for a hesitant kiss, before getting to business. "Alright we can probably modify the snake skin from the inside where it might be less resistant to magic."
Gabrielle was disappointed that he didn't want to do more, after all her Veela hormones were desperately wishing for something else, and she was glad the shirt covered her underwear quite well. She admired his genius and followed him to the skin, where she went to work on making clothes.
After wasting a lot of basilisk skin and a lot of intimate moments measuring Harry's clothing size (which was extremely unnecessary considering she had a wand), the duo was able to make a snakeskin skirt, and a snakeskin shirt.
Gabrielle told Harry to turn around. Now in her underwear, she put on the skirt, which felt surprisingly light for such a strong material, and told Harry he could turn around.
Harry was stunned at the beautiful snakeskin skirt that hugged her legs and only reached her mid-thigh. In fact, it covered almost as little as his shirt, which she was still wearing. He snapped out of it and put on his new shirt, which Gabrielle had to admit helped his look. It even brought out his green eyes.
"You realize that you could've made yourself a dress or something and given me back my shirt right?"
"Yes, but what fun would that be, now we're matching, even if these colors don't match. By the way," she asked, "how are we even going to get back up the slide?"
Not wanting to look unprepared, Harry silently asked Slytherin in his head to please not make him look bad. "HSSSSSAAA!"
Gabrielle jumped in fright at the Parseltongue but watched in awe as the tunnel sprouted marble stairs. "Why didn't we go down these?"
Harry stayed silent but gave a sheepish smile, trying to hide his embarrassment. Luckily Gabrielle's stomach saved him from further teasing by growling.
"All this adventure made me hungry Harry, let's go eat something at your Great Hall."
"Sure! I'm sure everyone will be surprised."
"Why? I thought you didn't need uniforms on weekends? I do admit the snakeskin is a bit tacky though."
"No, it's because I have the most beautiful witch in the school on my arm."
She smiled and gave him a long kiss before Scourgifying both of them and heading off towards the Hall, hand in hand. The Hogwarts Rumor Mill spread the story that Harry Potter was with the champion's sister, and soon, all but one girl knew the news. That one girl was finishing up Lord of the Rings on the Quidditch stands, slightly disappointed she didn't get to see Potter pull his dangerous stunts. She convinced herself it's because she wanted to see him crash, of course. She would never notice his lack of presence and feel like something was missing, of course.