After an extended shower, where Harry took Daphne from behind while she was pressed tightly against the wall, they separated for their errands. Recognizing that he needed to be quick about it, before he missed Daphne so much that he started to attract undue attention, Harry went straight to Diagon Alley. After a quick stop at Gringotts, he went to a small jewellery shop where he picked out a pair of rings. Daphne's was platinum band with a large oval sapphire flanked by two circular diamonds. Harry thought it matched her eyes. For himself, he picked a solid platinum band with a square sapphire and two smaller square diamonds on either side. He had both charmed with the standard charms, as well as adding several to protect them from unusual damage, then ducked out of the shop. He visited the bookstore next, and bought ought almost their entire section on Occlumency as well as a good bit of the defence section. His final stop in the Alley was in a little shop that made protective gear. He bought two dragonhide wand holsters as well as a ladies vest. It would fit snugly under Daphne's school robes and be there to protect her when he could not. That is, if he could convince her to wear it.
On his way back home, he stopped at a Muggle bookstore; Fleur had recommended that he get a few reference books. He didn't like the looks he received from the female clerk when he bought an armful of sexual reference books, but he simply ducked his head and made a quick getaway. If he hurried, he should have time to speak with Daphne's father and read some before Daphne came home.
Steffan was startled by the knock on his study door, but called out in welcome. A nervous looking Harry stepped in.
"I was wondering if I could speak with you, sir."
Steffan smiled at the lad. Given his position, he would have the right to demand quite a bit more than he had, and yet he was always respectful and deferred to Steffan, except for where Daphne was concerned. Steffan approved of the lad's priorities. "Of course. Please, come in."
Harry took a seat and ducked his head for a minute, seeming to gather his courage. When he looked back up, his expression was determined. "Despite my... distaste with the custom, I understand that I placed you in an awkward position in regards to Daphne's contract." Steffan nodded for him to continue, curious where he was taking this. "I do not wish to place any strain between you and Daphne. I grew up with no family and have no desire to separate her from hers, so I wish you to take this in place of her bride price."
Steffan barely managed to contain his shock as the lad passed him a Gringotts' writ. He looked down at it and had to refrain from shouting in shock. "Harry, this is too much."
Harry shrugged. "I understand that the usual bride price is ten thousand galleons. Daphne means so much to me, I thought it was only fair."
"But Harry, ten times the usual... I cannot accept this."
"I insist." He smiled softly. "Perhaps this will allow you more leeway with Astoria, so that she can have better options."
Steffan looked at him calmly. This was more than generous, but he understood that Harry wanted something in exchange. "What, exactly, do you mean by that?"
Harry shifted uncomfortably. "I realise that contracts are part of your way of life. But, maybe, with this, Astoria can look further than she would have expected, and have a say in her husband. I would wish that she be as happy as I am in my chosen mate."
Steffan smiled. "You are a most unusual young man, Mr. Potter."
Harry shrugged. "I love Daphne, and she loves her sister. I will do whatever is in my power to make them both happy." He blushed slightly. "And, I've always wanted a sibling. Now that I have one, I will take care of her."
Steffan nodded. "I thank you. I have always worried about my girls, especially when both were placed in Slytherin. That can be a dangerous place to be, and my girls are blessed with beauty that turns heads and brings no end of trouble."
Harry chuckled. "That they are."
Steffan considered him in silence for several minutes, trying to determine if he should bring it up. Eventually, he decided that it couldn't hurt. "There is one other issue that would have been dealt with if Daphne had been contracted." Harry looked mildly confused. "As you know, I have no heir. Are you aware of what typically happens in such situations?"
"Um, no, not really."
"I thought not. It is a travesty that you were raised to be so ignorant of our culture."
Harry chuckled. "Indeed, though certainly not the worst thing associated with my childhood."
Steffan caught the illusion, but saved it for later. He had a feeling that was a conversation to have with the women present. Or maybe he could simply talk Daphne in to telling him, so that Harry wouldn't have to suffer through the tale. "There are three things that can happen. The first is that the inheritance is passed to a male cousin. Unfortunately, I have no such. The next is that the inheritance is split between the female children, and the name dies out. I would prefer to avoid this. I take great pride in my family name."
"Yes, sir."
"The last option is that inheritance is passed to a grandchild, who would bear my name."
Harry cocked his head. "You wish me to give one of my sons your name?"
"I had planned to include such a clause in Daphne's contract."
"And the child would then inherit the Greengrass home and fortune?"
"Yes."
"I see." He considered this carefully. "Would you insist on the firstborn?"
Steffan chuckled. "No. That would be asking quiet a lot."
Harry nodded. "Family means a great deal to me, sir. Daphne and I have not discussed children yet, but I would very much like to have more than one." He hesitated a moment. "No child should be alone. But I am agreeable to discussing with her the possibility of naming our second son a Greengrass-Potter, though he would still be raised as my son."
Steffan grinned. "You will find that most couples are hesitant to have more than one son because they worry about fights over inheritance. But the Potter fortune to the eldest and the Greengrass fortune to the next should alleviate such problems." He stood and came around to shake Harry's hand. The girls are probably going to be a bit longer, how about you and I sit and talk. There are many things that your father would have told you, if he had lived, and I don't mind filling in, if you don't mind."
Harry grinned. "Not a bit, sir. One can never have too much family, in my opinion."
Daphne and her mother made their way to the Improper Use of Magic Office first. It was a large room with several haggard looking clerks running around and monitors constantly going off. The busy secretary pointed them towards Mafalda Hopkirk's office and went back to her work. They had to wait nearly an hour before they were led into a small office by a frail looking witch.
Once seated, she eyed them carefully over her bifocals. "What can I help you with today, Madam Greengrass?"
Cordelia folded her hands carefully and jumped right in. "We are interested in whether my daughter's status has recently changed with regards to the restriction for underage sorcery."
Mafalda tilted her head in confusion. "Your daughter does not turn seventeen until next March, is this correct?"
"Yes. However, a few days ago she was bound in ritual."
Mafalda knew better than to question one of the old families. Instead, she turned and dug around in a cabinet before coming back with a small spindly object. It was dusty from disuse. "If you would provide a drop of blood, Ms. Greengrass, we will test things."
Without saying a word, Daphne complied. Mafalda watched the instrument carefully. For underage witches it would glow a soft yellow. If a witch was betrothed, but not yet given, it was a shade of green. Marriage showed as blue, and overage but single was purple.
The ever proper Mafalda muttered a quiet curse as the device glowed vibrant red. She looked carefully at the pair in front of her. "What ritual did you say this was?"
"I didn't."
She frowned. "Very well. According to our devices, Miss Greengrass no longer falls under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic. Thus it is not that she has been declared of legal age, rather that she has been granted immunity from any and all laws of our government. I've not seen such a thing before. Though, I would imagine that you wouldn't have even bothered to ask me if she were already of age, so it might be more common than I think."
"Very well, thank you for your help."
Cordelia led Daphne to a different floor and a different crowded office. After another long wait, they were shown into another small room by a grumpy and large wizard.
"Well? What do you need? Out with it!" He demanded.
Cordelia stiffened. "We would like confirmation of my daughter's legal status."
"Then you should be down at the Improper Use Office. Mafalda can help with such cases, and you wouldn't have to waste my time."
"We just came from there. What we wish to know is if you register her as being married."
He wrinkled his brow. "How could you not know if your own underage daughter is married?"
"She was bound ritually several days ago. It is rather unusual circumstances."
He huffed, but pulled out an astoundingly large book. He asked the date the ritual had been performed, and then turned quickly until he found the correct page. He pulled out a large magnifying glass to read the miniscule writing, and read down the page. "Greengrass... Greengrass... Yes, there is an entry here for a ceremony recognized as marriage between Daphne née Greengrass and... well, that is odd. It gives no indication of whom she married or what her new name is."
Daphne smiled softly. "That is most probably because my husband now has complete control over me, and I imagine that he doesn't want it known."
Cordelia smiled at the confused man. "Thank you for your time. You answered our question for us."
On their way out of the building, they stopped for Daphne to get her apparition license, a skill Steffan had taught both his daughters illegally as soon as they hit puberty. He claimed they were too beautiful for their own good. Daphne then talked her mother into a few special stops on the way home. They giggled happily as they imagined Harry's reaction to some of her new... outfits.
The two women arrived home to find Steffan ensconced in his study and Harry nowhere to be found. Daphne carried her bags up to her room, figuring she would put them away before setting out to look for him. Her room seemed empty, and she placed her bags on the bed and began pulling things out.
Her breath hitched as a warm arm slid around her waist. His hot breath was on her neck as he whispered. "I missed you today." His hands pulled her shirt up and over her head, then made straight for her breasts, groping madly as he kissed at her ear. "You shouldn't have kept me waiting so long." Daphne was panting with need as she arched into his hands. She loved when he was so forceful with her.
She let out an embarrassing moan when he roughly shoved her torso forward and down onto the bed. His hands came down and pushed her trousers down to her knees. Then, with a hand on the centre of her back to hold her down, he entered her. "Don't you know I want you here for me at all times?" He growled as he pounded into her. "Now you have a lot to make up for."
"Harder," she groaned.
His hands roughly grabbed at her hips, holding her steady as he moved harder and faster. Her screams of praise reverberated throughout the room.
After his release, he sat down, still naked, in the large armchair while Daphne put away her purchases. She refused to show him most of them, stating that they were surprises for later. He could wait, he decided, as she seemed so excited about them. When her bags were all put away, she sauntered over to him and climbed into his lap, straddling him. Her hand was underneath her, languidly stroking him. She quietly told him about her day, and thanked him for whatever magic he had invoked to protect her. When she asked what he had done today, he grinned and summoned two small boxes.
He opened the smaller one first and presented her with her ring. As she was examining it he carefully slipped his own on. After several minutes of silence, he asked nervously, "Do you like it?"
She looked up, her eyes glistening. "It is perfect." Her smile turned mischievous as her hand, which had never stopped its slow stroking, began to move harder. "I think you deserve a reward."
"Mmm, and what might that be."
She grinned and pulled herself up on her knees. Her free hand came up and cupped her breast, offering it to his mouth. He suckled happily as her hands worked him. His own hands snuck down her body, one in front and one in back. The former was so good she nearly jumped in shock when the other set to exploring. He pulled his mouth free for a moment.
His expression was a little wary, but hopeful. "We'll take this carefully, and we don't have to..."
She smiled at him. "I promised to try anything at least once." Her head fell back as pushed the tip of one finger inside her. "And it doesn't look like I'll dislike it much."
He beamed and went back to her breasts.
Rumours Abound About a New Siren, the First in England in nearly 100 Years, and a Male
By Laurelie Mangaman
Rumours are circulating around the Ministry for Magic that there was a sighting of a male Siren. For those of our readers who do not know, a Siren is a cross between Veela and Merman. Historically, there have only been females, and it was thought that males were incapable of triggering the transformation. A Siren, like its Veela cousins, possesses a strong allure for all those of the opposite sex, and craves intimacy. However, unlike a Veela, a Siren is always monogamous once they have found their mate. The danger comes if a Siren is unable to mate, or somehow loses their mate. An unmated Siren will eventually be run mad by their desire for intimacy. Their powers will rage out of control, pulling in everyone they can. The fear of this happening is what led to the creation of the ancient bonding ritual employed by Sirens. It creates a mutual oath of bondage between the Siren and its mate, and supersedes all rules and laws to allow them to be together.
Sirens can be identified, not only by their startling good looks and physical allure, but also by the large wings they are capable of releasing. It is this that is said to have started the rumours of a new Siren. In an incident a few days ago, a supposedly unmated Siren lost control and was forced to escape by use of his wings.
We at the Prophet caution our readers to beware of the power of such an individual, and sincerely hope that whoever he is, he is soon able to find his mate. But the biggest question is: who is this new Siren?
Ladies, I'm sure I'm not the only one who will be on the lookout. Sirens are intensely sexual creatures, and I can only imagine the benefits he could provide to his chosen partner. Such a man is surely worth the chase.
That afternoon, Daphne and Harry walked in hand-in-hand to Clio's store. He beamed when he saw them.
"Harry! You're back!" Clio chose not to comment on the obvious physical changes about the lad. It was really none of his business.
Harry smiled down at the girl by his side. "I couldn't seem to stay away."
Clio chuckled. The kid looked even more love struck than he had a week ago. "What can I help you with today?"
Harry grinned. "I'd like another tattoo." He pulled up the hem of his shirt and pointed to the exact spot Daphne had hers. Clio raised an eyebrow in surprise. "A blue D, right here."
Clio wiggled his brows. "Whatever you say, lad."
The small tattoo was done quickly, which Clio thought was a good thing. With the way these two were looking at each other, he thought they were going to go at it right here in his shop. And while he would not be opposed to watching, he didn't think Daphne would like that very much. But they shocked him once more when Daphne giggled and asked for a navel piercing. They picked out several charms, and the work was done soon enough, then Clio laughed as Harry practically dragged her out of the shop.
Without a word, Harry pulled a portkey out of his pocket and they were gone. Daphne didn't recognise where they were, and Harry seemed too preoccupied to answer right then. It was a lovely beach, and she couldn't see another soul. This was fortuitous, as the second they landed Harry started to tear off both of their clothes. She had expected something like this, but she was shocked when he didn't immediately attack her. Instead, he helped her lay down in the sand and sat and stared at her.
Harry's gaze was hot and heavy on her, and she could feel where it lingered even with her eyes closed.
She began to wonder if he could bring her to completion simply by looking at her.
But today was not the day to test that theory, as she was too impatient. She huffed and glared at him. "Are you going to take me any time soon?"
He smirked. "I'm too busy staring at the work of art that you are."
She rolled her eyes. "Well decide how you want to take me already and get on with it."
He tilted his head, lost in thought for awhile, and then gave a determined nod. "I want to see that diamond you wear sparkling in the sunlight as you ride me."
She grinned. That was one of her favourite positions. She pushed him on his back and impaled herself on him quickly. With a whispered direction he brought his knees up behind her and she leaned back against him. This allowed the sun to hit every inch of her body. Harry stared avidly, enjoying the show.
Minerva McGonagall sat in her office, organizing the timetables for next year. This was one of her least favourite tasks that came with her position, and her eyes constantly looked up, searching around for a distraction. This she found in the form of a regal black owl flying through her open window. She carefully untied the scroll and offered the owl a treat before unrolling it to read.
Professor McGonagall,
Recently, there has been a change in my daughter's status that will necessitate certain modifications for the coming school year. As you can imagine in these times, I would prefer to discuss this in person. In addition, one of the parties involved is rather leery of informing the Headmaster until it is absolutely essential. Would it be possible to impose upon you to visit this evening for a discussion?
Thank you for your time,
Steffan Greengrass
She stared at the letter in shock and sadness. It was not unheard of for her to receive such a request, but she had hoped that Steffan would wait until Daphne was of age before he sold her off like cattle to the highest bidder. She sighed. There was nothing for it now but to make whatever accommodations were necessary. She was mildly curious about the comment about Albus, but, again, it was not unheard of. Many of the old pureblood families preferred not to deal with him unless absolutely necessary. She wondered if Steffan had written Severus as well and briefly considered going down to talk to the man, but then decided against it. She didn't want to mention anything if he hadn't already been told.
Reluctantly, she put the matter off for later after writing a quick response. She really needed to get those timetables done.
Daphne stood on her balcony, hesitantly looking down. "Are you sure this is safe?"
He laughed. "Perfectly. I won't do anything reckless, and if you get scared I'll take you right back down."
She sighed. She really wasn't much of a flyer, but Harry loved it, and he wanted to share this with her. She smoothed her skirt down nervously before nodding. "Okay. Just go slowly."
He grinned and pulled her up into his arms. She buried her head against his chest as he jumped off the balcony, her arms tight around his neck. She could feel the wind rushing around them, and the play of his muscles caused by his flapping wings, but she didn't want to look.
"Daphne," he said softly. "Look."
She took a calming breath. She really didn't want to do this, but it was so hard to refuse him when he was so excited about something. He got this ridiculously adorable boyish look on his face, and she couldn't bear to disappoint him. Slowly, she opened her eyes. At first, she didn't look away from him. The joy on his face as he flew made her heart speed up. He looked down at her and grinned again. Carefully, she turned her head to look out.
It really was beautiful. You could see so much from up here, and there was nothing blocking her view for miles around. And at least Harry was being considerate and not doing crazy tricks like she had seen him pull during Quidditch games. Relaxing her hold slightly, she settled back to watch. He flew them over fields until she could see the river beneath her, and they followed this out to open water. He stayed close to the shore, but they were far enough out that she could look down and see the wonder that was the sea.
"It's beautiful," she breathed softly.
"I feel so free up here," he spoke quietly. "Flying was always the only true escape I had, until I met you. I was completely in control for the first time in my life, and could leave all of my worried behind." He sighed happily. "Thank you for letting me share this with you, love."
She turned her head and stared at him. With slow movements, she brought her leg around. He looked down at her curiously, his own hands moving to stabilise her, but she just grinned. It took a moment, but soon her legs were wrapped around his waist just under his wings and she was pressed up against his chest.
"Did you have fantasies about doing this?"
He gulped and his eyes darkened.
"Did you ever dream of taking me here, nothing around us but air?"
He nodded shakily.
"Hm."
Her hands snaked down and carefully opened his trousers, freeing him from their confines. With a quick flick of her wand she vanished her knickers. Harry groaned. With his help, she sunk down on him. They loved slowly as he beat his way along the coast, slowly combining the two loves of his life.
Minerva appeared at the edge of the Greengrass wards, as Steffan had kindly provided coordinates for her. She smiled thinly when she saw he was waiting for her.
"Steffan."
"Hello, Minerva." He pointed his wand and shot a blue light at her, and then she stepped onto the property. She made to walk to the house, but he stopped her. "I'm sorry to ask this, Minerva, but I need something before we can discuss this."
She didn't show her confusion. "I thought this was simply a matter of allowing your daughter provisions to visit her betrothed."
He chuckled weakly. "It is not as simple as that."
"Please don't tell me that you already married off the poor girl."
"I did nothing of the kind. Daphne's situation is rather complicated and unusual, and before I can let you in on the secret I am asking for an oath of nondisclosure for certain facts until the first of September."
"A full oath?" Albus would not like this.
"Yes. The young man in question refuses to even speak to you if you don't allow him this."
She grew concerned. "Is Daphne in danger?" It sounded like he had sold her to the worst sort of man.
"Not from him," Steffan answered simply.
She sighed. "Very well." Oh, Albus was going to blow a gasket, but her first priority was to the school and its students, not the Headmaster. And he was only asking for her silence for a few more weeks.
Her oath given, Steffan escorted her into the house and led her to the sitting room. Daphne and Cordelia were sitting calmly, waiting for her. Her senses went on high alert the moment she entered the room. It wasn't often that her cat nature asserted itself so strongly. She came to an abrupt stop and hissed quietly.
Steffan chuckled. "He wondered if that might happen. He asked that I apologise for him to your inner cat."
She rounded on him. "What in Merlin's name is going on, Steffan?"
"You've heard, no doubt, that Shacklebolt recently was called into a disturbance regarding a Siren. A male Siren."
"Yes, though I'm shocked you know of this. Kingsley told Albus that he had been sworn to secrecy and very few people even know of his involvement."
"I know everything. You see, my daughter was not given in betrothal. She was Siren Bound."
Minerva McGonagall cursed in shock. That would explain her cat instincts. Somewhere nearby, maybe even in this very room, was a rather large bird that it felt threatened by. Shutting her eyes briefly, she drew in a calming breath before walking carefully to a chair and sitting down. Her eyes turned to Daphne. "Did you enter into this of your own free will, child?"
"Of course, Professor. I all but demanded it of him."
"And you know what this will mean for you?"
"Yes ma'am."
"It will be very difficult for us to accommodate this. As I understand it, a newly mated Siren has a very short time frame for being away from their partner. We cannot have you leaving school every few hours."
She gave a small smile. "It will not be necessary that I leave school."
Her eyes went wide. "You mean he is a student?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Oh, Merlin help us." She considered how this changed things. "Still, it will probably be difficult for him. Will it be necessary for the two of you to attend all your classes together?"
Daphne considered this for a moment. "I do not believe so. We separated before for several hours and were fine. Though it will probably be necessary to allow a large break midday, and I'm sure he would appreciate it if we had as many classes together as possible."
"Yes, that can be done. We will also have to provide a set of suitable rooms. Very well, I believe we can see to this. Now, who is the young man in question, and why all this cloak and dagger."
"Funny you should say cloak, Professor," came a familiar voice from the corner.
Minerva whipped her head around and gaped at the form in front of her that was pulling a shimmering cloak off himself. "Harry?" She asked weakly. It looked like him, mostly. He was tall, looking to be about six feet three, and his body had bulked up to a degree that even she took notice. His hair gave off a faint hint of blue and his eyes, that had always been so startling, were now glowing.
He grinned and bowed. "Professor. It is lovely to see you."
She gaped at him. With a smirk, he moved over and slid into the seat next to Daphne. He leaned over and placed a kiss on her neck before turning back to the professor.
"Mr. Potter... I... I am confused. How did this happen? And why have you told no one? And... I'm afraid I don't understand the connection with Ms. Greengrass."
He ran a hand through his hair in agitation. "After... after that night, Professor Dumbledore told me the true contents of the prophecy that he had you protecting for the last year. As you have no doubt surmised, it was in reference to the fact that I will apparently be the one to deal with Voldemort. There is more, but I won't burden you with that. He then proceeded to outline all the many mistakes he had made in regards to me, and claimed that he would make them no longer."
Harry gave a snort of disgust. "Of course, he then sent me straight back to hell on earth with no help whatsoever and the weight of the world on my shoulders. I spent two weeks lost to the world, wishing that it would all just end, and cursing the twist of fate that would not allow me to end it myself without leaving the world in chaos." Daphne flinched, and Harry squeezed her hand. He smiled down at her in reassurance. "Then I received a letter and a visit from Gringotts. Sirius had prepared the work for me to be emancipated after his death, and this set in motion a chain of events that my mother had prepared before her death. They culminated in my becoming a Siren on my sixteenth birthday, my heritage through my mother."
"Lily was? But... she never said a word!"
"I would imagine that neither she nor my father thought it was prudent to let anyone know during those difficult times."
"But... they would have needed the same arrangements that you will."
"Ah, but they did not have to overcome the obstacle of separate houses. I imagine that my father and the Marauders were able to find ways for my parents to be together without anyone else being the wiser. They were also under a good deal less scrutiny than I always am." Minerva gave a resigned sigh and nodded. "And from the reading I have done, I think my... needs as a male might have compounded with my needs as a Siren, making me slightly more... well, you know, than my mother ever was." He smiled sheepishly at the awkwardness of having to discuss this with his teacher. "At first, when I learned what I had become, I flat out refused to even consider looking for my mate. I thought it would put someone in unnecessary danger. However, I reached out for help in controlling my... attractive powers, and Bill Weasley was able to talk some sense into me. It is far more dangerous for me to be unattached, and certain individuals would use that to their advantage. Once I had accepted this, he set up my meeting with Daphne. I believe he knew before I did what she was to me."
"But... how? I was unaware that you had ever even met before."
Harry grinned. "The two weeks prior to my birthday were spent at the Potter home that is nearby. Daphne and I spent time every day together, and became very close. Anyway, the incident at the club was due to a misunderstanding."
"I didn't recognise him, and rebuffed his approach out of loyalty to Harry. He thought..." she choked up momentarily before continuing. "He thought I didn't want him."
Harry grinned wryly. "I wasn't thinking quite clearly. I should not have exposed the existence of a male Siren when I did. Now, however, it is too late to hide that there is one. And I imagine that I can only hide my identity as such until school starts. There will be no way to hide that I have moved out of my dorm, and in with Daphne. And I refused to stay away from her at school in order to try such a deception."
"That is wise, Mr. Potter. However, it still does not explain why I was required to give an oath to keep this from Professor Dumbledore."
"His interference in my life has never done me any good. I am routinely placed in danger despite his insistence that he is protecting me, and he has refused to provide me the training that I so desperately need. As such, I have no loyalty to the man. If he were to find out now, he would try once more to control me, and place unnecessary pressure on Daphne and I. He was here the other day trying to find out who I was, and implying that he would withhold Daphne from me if I didn't conform to his wishes. Because he is unaware of the connection, and my rather altered looks, I have a small degree of anonymity at the moment, which I would very much like to keep. In addition, he would wish to lock me up somewhere. I don't know how much you are aware of the nature of Sirens, but locking me up would be like trying to cage Fawkes. Stupid, demeaning, and immoral. I promise to be as safe as I possibly can, to train hard, and to learn everything about myself so that I can control my new nature. That must be enough for you."
She sighed heavily. She knew his relationship with the Headmaster was strained, but did not realise it was that bad. She recognised that if pushed he would probably run again, and she would rather help him within the confines of what he would accept than force him to run again. "Very well. I have often tried to point out to him the error of his ways where you are concerned. However, I warn you that I will tell him of the oath I was required to take. I have no desire to bring his wrath down on myself."
"Understandable. And thank you."
"Now, to the business that brought me here. I will see what I can do about rearranging the time tables so that both of you will have several hours free in the middle of the day. This may necessitate dropping a less important class. Which are you wishing to continue in?"
"Transfiguration, Charms, Defence, and Care of Magical Creatures." Harry answered promptly.
"You do not wish to continue with Potions?"
"No. My priorities have changed since we last spoke on the subject. And Daphne can make up for any inadequacies I have."
"Very well. Ms. Greengrass?" Minerva's mouthed twisted. "Or is it Mrs. Potter now?"
"The latter, though we may not publicly announce that fact for some time. In any case, I shall answer to both. As for my classes, if possible I would like to continue in Transfiguration, Charms, Defence, Potions, Runes and Arithmancy."
"That is quite a lot given your other commitments."
"Yes, I know." She gave a sigh. "The latter three are important because Harry is weak there, and he has insisted that I continue Defence. As for the other two, I would like to take them, but understand if that is not possible."
Minerva nodded. "Thank you, I shall let you know what I can do. As for your quarters. I had thought to give you a private room off the Slytherin dorms, thinking that you would both be from that house. That will no longer work."
Harry snorted. "No, I don't think that would go over well. They hate me already, and I imagine that they will soon hate Daphne as well."
"Quite. For different reasons, I fear that providing a room in Gryffindor would also be inadvisable."
"Yes. Harry is unsure what the reaction will be to me, but it is almost guaranteed that I won't meet with universal approval. Also, I wish to be able to spend time with my own friends occasionally, and they would not be welcome there."
Minerva considered this before coming to a decision. "There are quarters in the castle for married professors which are currently not being used. I shall pick a suitable location for you and have the elves prepare it for you. Would this be acceptable?"
Daphne smiled. "Yes, that would work wonderfully. Thank you, Professor."
Minerva turned her steely gaze on Harry. "I am aware that you require certain things because of your nature, but keep in mind that you are a role model to most of the younger students. While a certain level of affection in public is permissible, please be circumspect."
He grinned. "Of course." With a brief glance down at Daphne, he continued on in a more serious voice. "There are aspects of my nature that will always be difficult to control. I expect I can deal with student comments. However, prejudice and derision from teachers I will not tolerate."
Minerva sighed. "I shall issue a formal memo to the staff that if any antagonise you they will immediately be facing review by the Board, and if they go after Ms. Greengrass they are responsible for any bodily harm you may inflict upon them. Your name will be withheld for now."
"Thank you, Professor."
That evening, Daphne disappeared early, after whispering to Harry that she had things to do in her room. He smiled as she left and returned to reading his book. When he grew weary of it, he made his way up to her room. The room was lit by candles when he entered, and he stopped breathing at the sight before him. Daphne was lying naked on her large bed, her feet flat on the mattress leaving her open and exposed. She was shifting on the bed, moaning and groaning.
Harry was frozen, watching her move in utter fascination. He shuddered when her body clenched and she called his name. She opened her eyes and smiled coyly at him.
"If you want the show to continue, strip."
He didn't need to be told twice, and she rewarded him by bringing herself over the brink once more. By this point, he was panting with need. As soon as she removed her hand, he filled her, standing at the foot of the bed and pulling her whole body to and fro on him. When he finally collapsed beside her, she pulled him up the bed and climbed above him. After a long and languorous kiss, she whispered, "I know it will be repeating, but I want to try one of my favourites again, if you're a good little Siren."
Harry's eagerness amply satisfied her.
To Hogwarts Staff:
As you have no doubt been made aware, there is a male Siren that has recently appeared in Britain. What you may not know is that he has bonded with Ms. Daphne Greengrass. As such, they contacted me to provide accommodations for them this coming year. Ms. Greengrass and the young man in question, who is also a student with us but wishes to remain unnamed until school starts, will have private quarters in the married staff wing. In addition, the new schedules have been made with their situation in mind. The couple has promised to be circumspect when they are in public.
Due to the young man's nature, they will need time to themselves every day. This time is not to be interrupted without their express permission. Any detentions assigned to the couple will be administered through me. In addition, points shall not be taken for them being together in any way, and I will be monitoring all school related issues for the couple. If any teacher antagonises either of them, I will be immediately submitting you to the Board for a formal review. This in particular means that no comments shall be directed at Ms. Greengrass of a demeaning nature. The young man, by his right, will not tolerate such and has my express permission to retaliate against such.
The couple is fully Siren Bound, and hence I do not need to point out to each of you the force and consequences they can rain down upon us if anyone threatens them or their bond. They are no longer bound by the laws of Magical Britain, and hence are only abiding by the Hogwarts bylaws as a courtesy. Please keep this in mind when you are dealing with them.
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Bill sat, quietly watching his girlfriend as she moved around the kitchen, singing under her breath. She was cooking him dinner as a pre-emptive apology. He would be gone for the next two days on a job, and that meant that Fleur would be seeking other companionship while he was away. And although he had been aware of this before they even began seeing each other, and there was really very little he could do about it, it still grated on him. He loved her, but if he wished to be with her he had to share her. It was simply impossible for him to satisfy her on his own.
He had been living with this reality for almost a year, and had mostly accepted it as unavoidable. Until Harry's frantic request for help. Now, he was back to thinking about it more than he should. He felt like a cad, but he couldn't stop the wish that Fleur was Siren instead of Veela. He did not mind bowing to her sexual needs and whims, except when it meant he had to share her. In fact, he took great pleasure in her intensely sexual nature. It meant that he could have her whenever he wished, and however he wished. He had yet to find something that she was not eager to try.
At first, this had been exciting and thrilling. Until the first time that she wore him completely out. Unfortunately, she was still in full arousal. So he had watched as she brought another man in as a lover. She had tried to be understanding to him, but it still was a lot to deal with.
Her nature had also caused a serious strain in his relationship with his mother. Molly Weasley might not completely understand what being Veela meant, but she still knew that her eldest son was regularly behaving in a way that she deemed unacceptable. It had gotten even worse since she had caught them in a compromising position in the small bathroom at the Burrow two months ago. She had been livid, sure that the silly girl was corrupting her baby, and that it would soon rub off on his siblings. She had also carefully kept Ginny away from Fleur.
With a shake of his head and a reminder not to brood, Bill wondered what his mother's reaction would be when she learned about Harry. He knew it would be bad enough simply because it was Daphne; his mother never was very tolerant of those she didn't understand. But the fact that the two of them would be regularly up to no good, as she thought, would mortify her. And, worse, it would mean that Ginny no longer had a chance with Harry.
In all honesty, Bill had always known that Harry and Ginny weren't good for each other. He loved his little sister, but he saw how much more she cared about the Boy-Who-Lived than Harry. That was not the type of girl Harry needed. He needed someone who saw him for himself, and who would be strong enough to stand by his side so he didn't have to constantly worry about her. Bill only hoped Daphne could do that.
Bill was shaken out of his thoughts when he caught sight of Fleur standing before him. She wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. With a grin, he reached for her. He just had to continually remind himself that being with her was worth all the bad parts.
"Albus! What is the meaning of this?" Severus shouted as he threw the door open. "This is one of my students involved; I have the right to do as I wish!"
Albus sighed heavily. He, too, had been mystified and angered by the staff memo he held in his hands. "She is well within her rights to demand such of us, and she is correct when she points out what we are allowed to do around this couple."
"But she isn't even telling us who it is about. This is ridiculous!"
"Yes, she does seem to be championing them to the extreme. But, then again, we do not know who it is on behalf of, and that might explain her reaction."
"Then make her tell you!"
"I cannot. She is bound by oath, as Kingsley was. This Siren, whoever he is, is making quite sure that his identity is not revealed a moment before it has to be."
Severus threw himself into a chair. "Perhaps I should visit Steffan."
"I tried such, and was summarily dismissed. I do not know if you would be given more, but I doubt it. The Greengrass family seems finally to have taken a stand."
"And it is rather shocking that it is Daphne. She has never even dignified a boy with a response when they approach her. She curses them and walks away."
Albus sat forward, interested. "Then how did she meet this Siren? Minerva says he is a student here, and based on the placement of their quarters I would wager a guess that he isn't a Slytherin."
Severus shrugged. "I have no idea. It is rather shocking to me that anyone was able to breach Daphne's walls. And she definitely isn't the type to be swayed by charm and a pretty face. And, at the same time, she must have known the boy well. She caused no end of trouble for her father by doing this."
"What do you mean?"
"Steffan was negotiating for her contract all summer, and had to rather quickly break that off. As I understand it, Terence Higgs, Marcus Flint, Theodore Nott, Adrian Pucey, Draco Malfoy, Roger Davies, and Terry Boot all had bids in on her."
"I thought young Mr. Malfoy was betrothed to Pansy Parkinson?"
"Lucius was seeking Daphne as a legitimized mistress for his son. He thought it would be enough to gain the Greengrass family's support. I have no idea why he thought Steffan would ever agree to such an arrangement. Daphne hates Pansy nearly as much as she hates Draco."
"Could she have been forced into this binding?"
"It is possible to do. But given the way Steffan seems to be protecting them, I doubt his daughter was forced into anything against her will. Despite appearances, he cares greatly for both his girls. He would not be helping them so much if he had a grudge against the young man." Severus gave a small smile. "In fact, I have no doubt he would have let slip the boy's name when he broke the negotiations, causing no end of trouble for him, if he was at all upset."
Albus sighed. "It seems we will not understand until we discover the identity of this Siren. What does Voldemort think of this?"
"I have no idea. He has called no meeting for over a week."
Albus grew concerned. "Have you any idea what is occupying his time?"
Severus sneered in distaste. "He has grown... amorous of late. He is constantly having the female Death Eaters cater to his physical urges. It is most unusual. I have not seen him ask such before. He has even started to ask for the loan of several men's wives. It is rather disturbing."
Albus carefully masked his distaste. Physical urges were for the weak, and he was shocked and appalled that Voldemort would stoop so low. "Yes, it is very curious, though. I wonder what has caused him to be such. I wish Harry were here to give us an idea what is going through his mind."
Severus' lip curled. "The boy is useless."
Albus shook his head. "You must get past your prejudices, Severus. But it is rather a relief for Voldemort's attention to be focused on places other than causing mayhem and fear. It will give me enough time to prepare Harry to defeat him."
"Potter will never be strong enough to overcome the Dark Lord. His skills may best his common school mates, but they are nowhere near being able to overcome an entry level Death Eater, let alone the Dark Lord."
"They will be just enough, Severus, just enough. I will see to that."
Harry woke Daphne the next morning by climbing on top of her, entering her forcefully and proceeding to shag her senseless. Then, at his request, they kept to her room for the duration of the morning, and never bothered to put on any clothes. They sat cuddled together on the coach as they both read, with one of Harry's hands gently fondling her breasts. Harry even taught her the various spells that he had shown the DA last year. When she had trouble with her Patronus, he took a seat on the ground, lifted one of her legs up to rest on his shoulder, and gave her one long lick. He pulled back and grinned.
"Give me a corporeal Patronus and I'll finish what I started."
Her regal looking owl, which looked suspiciously like Hedwig, hadn't even faded from sight when Harry buried his face against her soft skin. She thanked him by straddling him and riding him into oblivion.
For lunch, they headed out to meet with the eldest Weasley brother, and hopefully the youngest. Mindful of Ron's issues with jealousy, Harry hoped to get him used to things before school started. Daphne was not amused when the hostess at the small Muggle restaurant tried to slip Harry her number. She glared at the girl and cursed under her breath. When they were shown to an empty table, Daphne pushed Harry into his seat and then climbed into his lap and shoved her tongue into his mouth. Harry was gently helping her rock on top of him when a loud throat cleared behind them. Neither moved.
"Are you sure that's Harry, Bill? Last I saw my best mate he was scared to even talk to a girl. Now he's practically shagging one in public."
Harry pulled back and chuckled. He turned his head to see an amused Ron. "Oh, we haven't tried that yet. But it's on my list."
Ron's mouth dropping open in shock was comical. As Bill pulled him along and pushed him into a seat, Harry carefully lifted Daphne out of his lap and placed her beside him once more. Finally, Ron shook himself out of his stupor. "Bloody hell, Harry. Were you just snogging on a Slytherin? And what the hell happened to you?"
"Ron, I'd like you to meet my wife, mate, and anchor, Daphne Potter, formerly Greengrass."
"Did you say wife?"
Harry merely nodded.
Ron sagged back into his seat. "I'm bloody confused."
"I know the feeling. I promise to explain everything, if you can promise to keep it to yourself."
"Of course, mate." Ron shot him a look that clearly questioned his sanity for ever doubting otherwise, and Harry smiled.
"Even from 'Mione, and the rest of your family. Especially your mother."
"I can't even tell Hermione?"
"No."
"Oh, um, I guess."
Harry nodded before beginning his tale. It was a long one, as he wanted to be completely honest with Ron, and impress upon him why this had to be kept quiet for awhile. Of course, the length of the talk had the expected consequences.
As Harry started to fidget and his hand on Daphne's leg moved higher, she leaned over and whispered in his ear.
Harry's eyes bugged out of his head, and he paused to calm down before grinning at her and shouldering on with his story. He could see that there were parts that Ron had trouble accepting or understanding, but his best mate took it all in. It seemed Ron was finally growing up. When Harry was done, the four of them sat in silence for nearly ten minutes as Ron processed. Even Bill hadn't heard the entire story before, but he held his questions. Harry would be around for awhile, and he needed Ron to accept him more than Bill needed his curiosity sated.
Ron raised his head with a steel glint in his blue eyes. "Are you going to be okay with this mate? I know it is... different."
Harry shrugged. "I don't really have a choice. But I think I will be. It was... hard for the first few days, without Daphne. Now, well, the benefits far outweigh the costs."
"Good. And..." Ron's nervous gaze shot to Daphne. "You're going to take care of my best mate, right? And be good to him? Because he really does deserve it."
Daphne smiled softly. She recognised that it was extremely hard for him to be accepting of a Slytherin, and was touched that he had made no mention of it since his original reaction. "Yes, Ron, I'm going to take the very best care of him that I can." She turned to gaze longingly at Harry. "I love him more than I can possibly explain, and I loved him before he turned into a sex god." Harry coughed uncomfortably and Ron and Bill smirked at him. Daphne smiled indulgently before continuing on in a soft voice. "I never thought I would find love. I was raised with the idea that I would be given in contract, no matter how much my parents love me. It is simply our way. I was also raised to believe that the relationship between a husband and wife is never equal. I am very glad to be proven wrong."
"And your dad, he's not..."
"He is not a Death Eater."
"I knew that much. What I meant was, he's not going to be influenced by any that he might know to hurt Harry, is he?"
She was sad that he felt the question needed to be asked, but reluctantly acknowledged to herself that she recognised why he felt so. "No, Ron. I think my father is coming to like Harry very much. But, regardless, he would never harm him, for my sake alone."
Ron breathed a small sigh of relief. "Then I look forward to getting to know you."
Daphne smiled. "And I, as well. You have surprised me today, Ronald Weasley, and in the best possible way."
It was getting late in the day, and Bill had to get Ron home by dinner time, so they said their goodbyes. Daphne pulled Bill aside for a whispered question which had the older man grinning like a fool as he looked at Harry. Daphne was beaming, so she must have liked his answer.
Ron Weasley was sitting out by the pond, his eyes blank as he was lost in thought. It had been an unusual summer for him. After the fight in the Department of Mysteries, it had really hit home to him that this was war, and that Harry was right in the middle of it. And if he wanted to remain friends with Harry, he would have to grow up. Gone were the days when all he had to worry about was chess and Quidditch and Snape and Malfoy. Malfoy seemed like child's play next to the evil they had come face to face with that night.
Ron had already come to this realisation when Bill came to see him last night. It had been an odd visit.
"Hey, Ron."
Ron looked up from where he was playing Ginny at chess, blinking to pull his mind away from his several strategies. "Bill! What are you doing here?"
Bill smiled. "Do you have time for a chat?" Ginny looked up curiously.
"Sure. What's up?"
"Let's take a walk."
Shrugging, Ron stood and followed him out. He wondered why Bill wouldn't talk in front of Ginny. When they had walked a good way from the house, Bill stopped and pulled his wand. Ron eyed it as Bill went through several complicated motions before seeming to be satisfied and putting it away.
"Bill? What's going on?"
"I need you to promise me that you won't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you."
Ron's eyes narrowed. He had never seen his brother so serious. "Okay."
"I want to take you to see Harry tomorrow."
Ron's eyes went wide. "You know where he is? But everyone is looking for him and you haven't said a thing!"
Bill gave an odd smile. "Yes, I've known for awhile. He came to me for help right after his birthday."
Ron considered this. Time was he would have flown off the handle knowing that Harry went to someone besides him, but now he recognised that maybe his best mate had a good reason. "Why you?"
"Because I had experience in something that no one else does."
"Okay." Ron eyed his brother carefully. "How is he?"
Bill smiled. "Much better. He was having a bit of a hard time there for awhile, but things are going well for him now."
"Good."
"He asked to see you."
Ron frowned slightly. "Why hasn't he written?" He certainly didn't blame Harry for wanting to get away from his relatives, but he had been hurt that his best mate hadn't even taken the time to let him know he was okay.
"Because he knows that you're the very first person everyone would go to if they want to find out where he is."
"And he knows I can't protect that knowledge." Ron couldn't easily forget how hard Harry had worked at those Occlumency lessons, and he still hadn't really made any progress.
Bill nodded.
"Okay. And we can't tell anyone what we're doing?"
"Right. Just tell them you're spending the day with me." Ron nodded. "I want to warn you, Ron." His eyes shot to his brother's, worried. "A lot has changed with Harry in the last couple of weeks. Give him the opportunity to explain before you jump all over him."
Now, knowing the truth, Ron wished that Bill had given him a bit clearer of a warning. It had been a huge shock to walk in and see Harry happily snogging the life out of the girl in his lap, and even more when he saw who it was. Ron recognised her instantly, but he didn't think Harry had ever spared her a glance before.
And then, Harry had introduced her as his wife.
That was actually much more of a shock than the Siren thing. Maybe it was because he hadn't really seen much of that. Bill had explained, on the way home, what being a Siren meant. And, aside from really wanting to see those wings, Ron didn't think much of it mattered to him. He had felt the surging of jealously when he realised that Harry could have any girl he wanted, but he was able to push it down and really think about it. Harry had always been able to have a lot of girls, and had never taken advantage of it. And now, it seemed more a nuisance than anything. And the way Harry explained it, he had magically bound himself to Daphne so tightly he would never even look at another girl.
That fact made it much easier for Ron to control his jealousy.
At the moment, Ron Weasley decided that he would stick behind Harry, no matter what.
There were still several things that were harder to swallow. He had no idea why Harry wanted to keep this from Hermione. They had always shared everything, and yet, from the expression on Harry's face, he got the impression that Harry didn't want to share anything with her every again. For now, Ron would keep his secret, but he hoped someone would soon explain why he was.
But the hardest thing for him to get his head around was Daphne herself. Ron was glad that, if Harry had to be with a Slytherin, he had at least chosen one whose father wasn't running around with Moldy Shorts at night. He probably would have still exploded at the thought of Harry with a snake, if he hadn't caught sight of Harry's face first. He had never seen such an expression of joy and happiness on his best mate before, and he found himself instantly grateful to the girl who had put it there, no matter who she was.
He wondered if Harry wouldn't mind sharing some of his secrets with him. He had to have serious moves if he had melted the Ice Princess so thoroughly.
After dinner and a relatively quiet evening, Daphne stood and bid goodnight to her family, pulling Harry resolutely behind her. With the door safely shut behind them, she ordered Harry to strip and pulled off her own clothes. Then she pushed him eagerly down onto the bed.
Hours later, as the fire was starting to die, Daphne stirred awake. She stretched in his lap, and Harry drew in a sharp intake of breath at the sight. Grinning, she turned around in his lap. "Do you like what you see, Mr. Potter?"
"I've never seen something so beautiful before."
"Hmmm, such a good Siren you are. I think you need to be rewarded."
He groaned. With a devious smile she sunk down on him and rode him roughly, causing her chest to bounce inches from his face. Grinning, Harry leaned forward and buried his face in her cleavage as she moved on him while his hands groped her bum. With a growl, he stood abruptly with her wrapped around him and strode over to the bed. Without breaking contact, he laid her down and continued to thrust into her. One of his hands pulled both of hers up and pinned them to the bed above her head while the other planted firmly on the centre of her back and arched her up so he could feast on her well-displayed chest.
A/N: So I know this took a bit. I am in the process of preparing my dissertation and simultaneously applying for jobs, it takes a bit of my time. In addition, this story is 90 percent finished meaning I am just filling in details here and there that give me trouble. I did, however, get some quality work done this last week, so that was nice.
As for my dealings with Ron and Hermione. In general, I am a huge Hermione fan. (I have even recently started tinkering with my very first Harry/Hermione story). However, she can't always be the good understanding friend. In this story, I decided to make Ron be the understanding one (Harry being a Siren made this much easier to do.) I realise this is out of character, but that's the whole fun of fan fiction.
Also, some complained about Daphne's parents. I wrote them like that because they literally thought the very worst, and that they're carefully maintained neutrally had fallen apart in the worst way. I hope this chapter helps you realise that they are not horrible people, even if I disagree with them sometimes. That being said, Harry is making many concessions because he doesn't want Daphne to lose her family.
I've tried really hard not to be too explicit. I tried to allude to certain of the more... interesting acts without describing them.
As always, I look forward to your comments, those please actually comment on my story and not on what you perceive will happen. Also, many of the clichés in fan fiction are clichés because they follow so very well from canon. Thus for those of us who try and stay relatively close, it is natural to include them. I try to tweak things a bit in each of my stories, asking a what if question, but I don't like changing everything.
