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Daphne sat on a wooden stool Granger had transfigured. She had not thought of her inability to do magic before she came to the defense groups meeting. By now the rumor mill had made the rounds about her pregnancy because of the mistake she made of not wearing her Slytherin V-neck jumper, which hid her small stomach on the train before the term began. In her defense she was a bit angry at Tracey and Blaise for not letting her know about it. She was yet to be asked about it by even Draco, something she thanked Merlin for.

Classes were also somewhat of a problem, charms more specifically, she would underpower or overpower spells. One class they had of the term, they had been practicing silencing charms on the person next to them and when she managed to put a silencing spell on Pansy that was strong enough for Flitwick to have to undo it because her attempts and those nearby had failed too, and he too deemed it unnecessarily overpowered.

Daphne watched everyone practice the disarming spell, it surprised her that only Hermione could do it correctly, but she was meant to teach them, so it only made sense. The wands of the others who tried would either fall directly down or not travel towards the disarmer, it made her question if she was able to do the spell to begin with, but she was confident in her skills. she honestly couldn't see anyone more fit to teach them but Hermione.

Hermione seemed to know what she was doing, she would help the others down to the smallest detail and made it easier for them to cast the spell. They looked far from casting it decently, but the improvements were becoming visible. Something worried her though, there was a member of the club who looked to be having no progress whatsoever even though it seemed he was doing the incantation and the wand movements correctly.

"Are you doing okay Neville?" Hermione looked at him expectantly, hoping he would be honest if there was a problem.

"Yeah, I'm fine," He said, much to Hermione's disappointment, he gave her a smile, but it didn't reach his ears.

"Are you sure?" She tried again.

"I'm sure. What makes you think something is wrong?"

"You're doing everything right, but the spell isn't working for you," Hermione responded, looking at him with confusion.

"It's his wand," Ron, who was Neville's partner, answered, walking up to them.

"Ron don't start with that again," Neville narrowed his eyes at him.

"Come on Nev, we both know it. I know it has value to you, but you have to-"

"Shut up!" Neville yelled, earning the attention of the rest of the defense group, "You expect me to let go of the only thing that can remind of what my parents were, you don't understand what it's like so don't even suggest it!" The room was filled with a grim atmosphere at the mention of his parents, everyone knew of the fate they suffered. Neville himself would have rather have them dead than to be treated like a stranger by his own parents again.

"Calm down Neville, I think Ron was just trying to help," Hermione whispered to him, understanding what was wrong, his father's wand had not choosen him.

"Just understand, I'm not saying let go of it. If we were to get attacked now, how are you going to defend yourself when you can't cast a simple disarming spell? You need to get a wand that works for you, that's the only way you're going to get through everything that's coming," Ron took a breath, "You said it yourself, he's back. You need to be prepared."

The defense group was surprised by Ron's rant, they thought he knew only of food and quidditch, but he apparently had a logical side to him. They eyed Neville for a reaction, his scowl disappeared and was replaced by a look of content. He sighed and put the wand into his pocket, then went and stood next to Daphne. "Could you transfigure a stool for me Hermione?" he looked Hermione.

Hermione pulled out a galleon and placed it on the floor next to Daphne's chair. She then imagined the detail and the appropriate size of a chair, with a light circular twirl with her wand, the galleon grew and changed in shape. It was soon replaced by a basic wooden stool, which Neville soon occupied, laying his head on his palm. Hermione turned back to the spectating group, "You should go back to practicing," she said, and everyone turned back to their partners and started firing disarming spells.

"I don't have a partner now," Ron looked around.

"I'll be your partner," Hermione said walking to the opposite side of where he stood.

"I guess I'll be the only one firing the spell, right? Since you know how to cast it already," Ron said, to which she just nodded.

The two who sat on wooden stools next to each other sat in silence, both paying no attention to each other, but Neville broke the silence with a question.

"How did the Slytherins react to you being pregnant?" he whispered.

Daphne eyed the person next to her for a moment, she felt compelled to not answer him but decided against it and shrugged, "They didn't."

"What? Not even after finding out it was Harry's?" Neville looked beyond surprised, but he raised an eyebrow when she paled a bit.

"No one has approached me about it," she kept a straight face and tried to look like she had no care for the conversation.

Neville frowned, "Oh, but don't you have you have meetings for everything?"

Daphne just looked at him, she found it strange how much people knew of their house, considering how they isolate themselves from the rest of Hogwarts. They were told from their first year that they would be seen as different because of Slytherin house's history and that association with the other houses would be a farce. This was encouraged by even Professor Snape, practically making it a rule for them.

She found Neville's words somewhat true, anything that would interest the two at them top of the hierarchy system would be discussed in the house assemblies they had quite often and no one else was allowed to call for one besides them or the head of the house... Although some were given the privilege to do so, depending on the family and their influence.

"No, we don't," She finally answered.

"If you say so," Neville said skeptically and turned back to the practicing students. He wanted to go back and practice disarming again but he knew Ron's words to be true, he needed to get a new wand if he ever dreamed of getting through the return of the Dark Lord and helping Harry. He let out a small sigh, his Hogwarts days were getting harder than he ever thought they would be, but he was sure it would be worth it in the end.

"Do you miss him?" Neville questioned, not taking his eyes off the practicing students. Daphne however remained silent, he didn't need to elaborate on who for her to know. It was still a sour subject for her, she had decided to try and think about him less, but it proved impossible because thought of him would show up in her head at random moments and much to her dismay it only got worse. This time, she decided she wasn't going to answer.

Neville snapped his head to her and his eyebrows were narrowed. He thought the answer would be obvious and quick, sure he knew that Harry and she dated for a short time but from what Harry used to say when he came back from seeing her at night, he was sure that they both liked each other, a lot.

"Do you?" He tried again, there was a beat of silence before she whispered something he didn't hear, "I'm sorry?"

"Of course, I miss him," Daphne admitted him and herself. She stood up, straightened her robes and quickly made for the exit of the room. Neville just looked at her, feeling bad for mentioning Harry. He didn't notice that her eyes watered up.

"Where are you going?" Hermione stopped her in her tracks.

"Leaving, I can't do magic, so I find no need for me to be here," Daphne answered simply without looking back.

"You never exactly told me why you can't do magic when you asked me to transfigure a chair for you," Hermione tried, the others stopped their practicing to hear her response, so as to confirm their suspicions.

"Well, that's only for me to know," Daphne said with annoyance present in her voice and continued towards the exit. Astoria, Tracey and Blaise all sighed before following her, Daphne made sure no one was outside before exiting and closing the door, but it soon reopened, and her friends stepped out. She paid them no mind and only started walking toward the dungeons.

She had not entertained the idea of starting to like him when she thought of using him, but seeing it now, Slytherin or not, she felt stupid. She always thought the worst scenario of her deceiving him, was him finding out but she ... 'No! I can't... he's a Potter, my parents, they-...they wouldn't approve. It's too late now, I've already lied to them about everything,' she mentally slapped herself, how could she have been so foolish?

"Daph?" Astoria broke her out of her thoughts, she hadn't realized that she stopped walking and stood in the middle of the corridor. Daphne composed herself before answering.

"Tori," Daphne starting to walk again.

"What's wrong?" Astoria questioned.

"You've been asking that quite a lot these days," Daphne rolled her eyes.

"We're worried about you, you haven't been yourself lately," Tracey uttered, she looked at Blaise for help but he remained with a neutral face.

"I said it yesterday, I'm saying it today, I'm fine," Daphne's temper started to rise, she was suddenly held by the arm, making her stop walking. She turned to Tracey with a raised eyebrow.

"Stop shutting us out Daphne, we're supposed to be helping each other, not keeping secrets," Tracey raised her voice.

Daphne jerked her arm away from her grip and sneered, "I never said I needed your help Tracey."

"You've never needed to say it for me to help you Daphne," Tracey returned Daphne's angry look with her own.

"Relax Tracey, she's hormonal. You're only making things worse," Blaise whispered to her and she visibly deflated.

"No, I am not!" Daphne shrieked, having heard what he said.

"Let's all calm down please," Astoria interjected, trying to break the tension in the air.

"Why won't you just tell us?" Tracey asked softly.

"Because I'm not even sure of what to tell you," Daphne sighed, dropping her voice, "I know that you're only trying to help but need to let me be sometimes."

Tracey stared at her best friend for a moment, she felt that maybe her sudden change was justifiable, considering everything that had happened since the beginning of fifth year, "Okay...I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Daphne waved the apology off, "I just need to get myself in order before I can be sure on what's going on with me. And Blaise..." she turned to said boy, " I'm sorry for dragging you into this."

Blaise just shrugged, "It's okay, I agreed to it. Besides, I gain something from this."

"I suppose you do," Daphne started to walk again, followed by the others.

"How are you going to do your practical OWLs Daphne?" Astoria queried.

"Great, another problem," She groaned, making them laugh at her. She held her small bump and allowed a smile to grace her lips, "You're going to be worth it, though," she whispered.


Harry sat crossed legged in the middle of his cell. Everything was barely visible for him, besides the fact that it was dark, his glasses broke the second week he was in here. He didn't even know what he was supposed to doing here, or why his supposed future self-had wanted him to be here and, so he would usually just sit there and say nothing.

He felt himself getting angrier with each passing week, he wasn't sure why, but he held it under control as much as he could. He would occasionally snap at the aurors who gave him food and water, it didn't help that they did not treat him well and it would only get worse the next morning. He felt the only thing keeping him cognisant was his knowledge of his innocence, and he was reminded of something his godfather Sirius had said.

"I supposed I wasn't affected because I knew I was innocent, and it wasn't a happy memory, so the dementors couldn't take that from me…"

He would occasionally think that he really did kill those people, but he knew better.

His only entertainment was his thoughts, he thought about everything that has been his life, he left out thoughts of the Dursleys because they were too painful for him, but they would pop into his head regularly and their frequency grew with each week and they only increased the growing anger he had.

Harry let out a sigh that held a tinge of frustration and laid his back on the floor. He knew he couldn't do anything in here, Voldemort could come in here and kill him right now and he wouldn't be able to anything about it, not that he could before but he's never felt more vulnerable in his life.

Not true.

He has felt more vulnerable many times before, mostly before Hogwarts, when the- His body vibrated silently when the memories of his childhood wanted to replay in his mind, he started taking deep breaths through his mouth and closed his eyes. He always felt himself subjective to his emotions, but Hogwarts usually helped him forget all the negative ones and knowing that he would return they in a few weeks when he was at the Dursley helped him endure.

Not here.

There was no Hogwarts here, only dementors and the occasional auror. Nothing to hold onto. But he had to endure.

Like he always did.


Dumbledore sat in his office with a worried look on his face. He reread the letter in his hand multiple times and it had given him quite a swirl of emotions. He himself wasn't completely sure on how to feel about it but he surprised himself by not being completely surprised by its content. They sent the letter after the eldest of the two Greengrasses had apparently accidently destroyed the two benches in front of hers during her transfiguration class, sending some of her fellow Slytherins to the hospital wing. He never knew of the situation until after reading the letter.

He blamed himself for dismissing the possibilities of what could be the results of Greengrasses and Harry's 'incident' in Severus's class, but a lot has been going on recently and he was rarely, if ever, at Hogwarts but he was aware of their relationship before Harry was sent to Azkaban and after the incident. Upon floo'ing into his office today, there was a brown owl waiting for him, with a letter on its leg.

That brought him to where he was now, after reading the letter again. He put it down and leaned back on his chair with a sigh, another Potter heir, while they never said who the father was, it was an obvious answer. They asked him to reconsider the detentions she got because of the accident in the class after going through an explanation of what was the cause of it.

He was astonished because of how early the magical drawbacks started, the babe was going to be powerful. He cast a wandless 'Tempus,' and stood up to go and tell McGonagall and hopefully talk to the girl. He left his office and walked patiently towards Professor McGonagall's classroom, deep in thought.

The sudden stop of Death Eater attacks had left him worried, there were suddenly less sightings of them, they were there but it seemed that their presence in Britain had been minimized. He was no fool, he was aware that Voldemort's numbers were growing and fast. An indication was that the Death Eaters seemed to be travelling in larger groups than before compared to their usually four to five a group, there was around seven to nine now.

While as for them, they had barely gotten any members. Their only milestone so far was gaining the support of the Giants, which was rather disappointing.

He stopped his train of thought when he reached the door of the classroom, he knocked.

"Enter," McGonagall said sternly from behind the door. Dumbledore entered and a surprised looked at him, and fortunately for him the girl was present.

"Hello Professor McGonagall," Dumbledore greeted, using her last name because of the presence of the student. He stood just behind the chair next to Daphne's, who felt uncomfortable.

"Headmaster," McGonagall greeted back, "Miss Greengrass, you are dismissed for tonight," she continued and gestured for Dumbledore to sit down.

"That won't be necessary McGonagall, I beg her to stay," Dumbledore said. Making Daphne sit back down.

"Might I ask what this is about headmaster?" McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

"I ask you to remove all detentions bestowed upon miss Greengrass, I have been made aware of a circumstance she faces," Dumbledore answered.

'Astoria,' Daphne cursed in her head and paled. Tracey had cast a disillusion on her and limited it to the baby bump, but Dumbledore could see it because he was looking directly for it.

"What may those be?" McGonagall asked, confused.

Dumbledore turned to Daphne, "Miss Greengrass," he started, "Do you mind?" he then requested. She shook her head but did not look at him. Dumbledore waved his hand, removing the charm and he heard McGonagall inhale but she kept her neutral face. Daphne's face turned red, "No need to be embarrassed Miss Greengrass, we will not judge you," Dumbledore assured her.

"Is this because of what happened in Professor Snape's classroom?" McGonagall asked in the same curious voice, but Dumbledore could feel the anxiety rolling off her. She had heard the rumors, but she did not believe them to be true.

Daphne's eyes widened, and she turned to look at the old witch. They knew of that? She knew that they were aware of the relationship she had with Harry before he went to Azkaban but not the potions incident that started all of this.

"I can see no other alternative. Indeed, it is," Dumbledore answered, reapplying the disillusioned charm on her.

"But Mr. Potter is-" McGonagall didn't continue because he had raised his hand to stop her from continuing and he was nodding.

"He is," Dumbledore voiced.

"Then -… What are we to do?" McGonagall allowed her neutral face to be broken with a frown.

"That, I'm afraid, is not up to us," Dumbledore responded, turning to the fidgeting girl as did McGonagall.

Daphne looked between the two, unsure of what she was really being asked, "Sorry?"

"Would you require our assistance?" McGonagall elaborated on Dumbledore's vague sentence. Daphne blinked, she wasn't entirely sure if they could help her with, they seemed to be unaware of her proclamations to her parents, so they must have not mentioned it in the letter. She steeled herself and placed a mask she hasn't used much this year, there was only one thing they could really help her with.

"Can you prevent my house from ever asking questions if it ever gets out?" Daphne questioned, she watched them both exchange a small look.

"I can speak to Professor Snape," Dumbledore said, making Daphne nod slowly, " I in turn ask you to be wary of what you write when sending out letters."

Daphne just nodded, anybody would've understood what he meant. Under the assumption that she would mention Harry being the father in a letter, he feared it would be intercepted by the ministry or worse, the dark lord.

"You are cleared of your detentions Miss Greengrass," Daphne noted McGonagall's voice sounded lighter, almost... Pitying?

"You may return to your house dormitories," Dumbledore told her, "Please tell professor Snape that we request his presence,"

"Yes professor," Daphne quickly left the room after that.

Dumbledore heard McGonagall sigh, "What is it Minerva?"

"She will never be safe again if this gets out into the public," McGonagall said.

"That is the sad truth of this," Dumbledore spoke sadly.

"Surely we can't just let her be?" McGonagall questioned, narrowing her eyebrows.

"Do not worry Minerva, we will not," Dumbledore assured her. There was a knock on the door.

"Enter," McGonagall said in the same stern voice she used on Dumbledore. Severus Snape walked in, his robes flowing like they were being carried by wind behind him, he silently sat down next to Dumbledore and gave them both a quizzical look.

"Severus," Dumbledore greeted, Minerva just gave a gentle nod.

"What is this about Dumbledore?" Snape got straight to the point, making Dumbledore sigh.

"You're aware of the incident between miss Greengrass and Harry," Dumbledore started, "It seems that she is to have a babe," Snape didn't looked surprised and both the old professors looked at him confused.

"I was aware since the first week of the term, I have already asked my snakes not to question her about the matter," Snape said, surprising them even more.

"Very thoughtful of you Severus," Dumbledore's twinkle went on overload.

"Do not dare presume I did this for Potter," Snape sneered, making Dumbledore chuckle and McGonagall's lips twitch upwards.

"Oh? You did not?" Dumbledore held a smile.

"I did not," Snape's sneer deepened.

"Stop this behavior in my classroom Albus," McGonagall said to her friend, making Snape sigh and lean back on his chair, "It's quite obvious he did it for Mr. Potter. So, this is unnecessary behavior," she continued, making Dumbledore laugh and Snape scowl in her direction.


"Power," Daphne said the password and the portrait slid open. The common room was full, with people about to leave for dinner, she saw Astoria and Tracey on the sofa, she walked up to them while glaring at Astoria, "Why did you tell mum and father about the detentions?"

"I thought they could have helped you get out of them," Astoria shrugged

"I would've told them myself if I wanted to get out of the detentions Tori," Daphne sneered.

"You don't want to get out of the detentions?" Astoria raised an eyebrow, not minding her sister's ire.

"Of course, I did but not like that," Daphne folded her arms.

"Did? So, you don't have them anymore?" Tracey voiced, blushing and looking down when Daphne glared at her.

"What happened?" Astoria sighed.

"They told Dumbledore about my pregnancy," Daphne whispered the last part to them and they gasped.

"So, he knows about you saying it's Blaise's?" Astoria looked regretful.

Daphne sighed, " No, I don't think so. They must have not been specific about it."

"What did they say?" Tracey questioned.

"They just asked if I needed help with anything and I said they should tell the other Slytherins not to ask about me," Daphne rubbed her temple.

"At least that solved a problem," Astoria tried, getting another glare from Daphne, "I'm sorry?"

"Don't do things like that without asking Tori," Daphne told her and she just nodded, "I want you to say it."

"Come on Daph," Astoria rolled her eyes.

"Tori..." Daphne narrowed her eyebrows.

"Fine, I won't do things like that without asking," Astoria relented with a sigh.

"Good."

"We should go to dinner, I'm hungry," Tracey stood up.

"Okay," Daphne and Astoria said in unison, making Tracey giggle.


Death Eaters gave way as Voldemort led his inner circle to the front of the army. Tonight, he was to make his full return, he was ready to purge magical Britain of the half-bloods and muggleborns, who were unfit to learn magic. First, he needed to install fear into the lives of the people, the current fool of the minister will fail to give a response, and everything will turn into.

"We take all the bodies," Voldemort commanded, a Sonorous charm amplifying his voice. He did not give any other order, and apparated with a 'Crack' which was followed by hundreds of others.


Students sat in the great hall, all chatter and laughing to themselves. Suddenly a wolf Patronus ran into room, white mist trailing behind it, the hall quickly became quiet, and the wolf made its way to the head table, and voiced a message before disappearing.

"Falmouth is under attack."


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