A/N: Hey everybody, as you know POV is the same always, though we will be starting this chapter off a little differently. Also thank you for the follows, favorites and reviews. All are always appreciated. Thank you for those who take he time out of their day to read it. Now without further ado, on with the story!
Unknown POV
She's supposed to be mine. Mine! Not Potter's. She can't talk to him, it's wrong. Who does she think she is? She has no business meeting with him. A half-blooded filth. I deserve her, I'm a proper pureblood, an heir to a powerful family. Why isn't she begging me to have her. I'm charming, wealthy, and let's not forget good-looking. I might even go as far as to say perfect. Who am I kidding, of course I'm perfect. Anybody who can't see that is blind. I will get what's rightfully mine, even if I have to use force. She'll love me.
I just have to get rid of Potter. That shouldn't be to hard should it? He's worthless. Sure he doesn't dress in rags anymore, and doesn't look as wimpy and useless but I'm still superior. I'll show him. But why hurt him myself? Why not have someone close to him do it for me? A few little manipulations, a potion here or there, and their 'friendship' will crash and burn.
Time to get it work.
Harry's POV
It's been a week. A week! 7 days since I've last heard from Daphne. I've been trying to keep my mind off of it and focus on my up and coming Wizenmagot debut but it's not as easy as it sounds.
The Weasley's aren't making it any easier. Weasel keeps bugging me and trying to act like nothing happened and that we were friends, which I guess for him, nothing did happen. And Weaselette keeps falling all over me, obviously thinking the potion should've been in full effect. Let's just say, I'm more than disgusted with the display. It wasn't helping my mood.
It's Saturday and I have a meeting with Madame Bones. She sent me a direct portkey with her reply from earlier this week. Looking at my watch, I saw it was five to ten. I had to be there at ten. I grabbed my jacket from the bed and walked over to my trunk.
Taking out the portkey and closed the trunk. After walking down to the gates of the grounds. I said the activation word, Auror, and waited for the pull.
I stumbled a bit on the landing and braced myself on the desk. Looking around I saw no one was in the office. Taking a seat, I decided to wait while having a look around the office. I wasn't snooping per say. Because technically I wasn't touching anything or moving anything. I was just looking on, observing if you will.
My observing was interrupted when the door opened with a bang from the force slamming it into the wall. She obviously wasn't happy and she probably didn't I was here yet. Hearing the door close, I stood to greet her.
"Good mor-." She jumped and spun to look at me. With her wand point at me.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Harry Potter, Madam." I introduced myself while holding out my hand.
Putting her wand away, and raising an eyebrow before extending her hand and apologizing.
"Sorry Mister Potter, not quite used to your new look yet."
"Not a problem, everything okay?" I asked while gesturing to the door.
"Not really, but don't worry about it. So Mister Potter, your letter was quite interesting. Though you didn't state what you wanted to talk about in it. So if I may, what is it you wish to talk about?" Straight to the point, good.
"Please, just Harry. Now, I'm here on the matter of alliances."
"Well then we can drop the formalities, call me Amelia. Now what about alliances do you have in mind?"
"Well Amelia, I would like to form one. Between the House of Potter and the House of Bones."
"And how do you intend to do that? You aren't of age yet, limiting you from becoming a Lord."
"It's complicated. It would be easier to show you. May I?" I asked while gesturing to the penisive in the corner."
"You believe it will help." We got up and walked over to it. Taking the memory of my time at Gringotts and placing it in the basin before replying. "After you."
Time Skip – After the memory
Pulling out of the memory, I looked at Madam Bones to see her looking back at me. I could see the shock written all over her face. But I could definitely see a hint of curiousity in her eyes.
"If you hold those titles, why ally yourself with the House of Bones? What do you get from it?" There it was. The question that would reveal my plans.
"Because for what I plan on doing, I need allies. I'm already allied with the Longbottoms but I need a few others. I choosing you because I think you'll agree with what I'm trying to do."
"And what would that be?"
"At the December Wizengamot, I plan to publically claim my seats. I also plan to call for a Vote of No Confidence on the Minister. But I need allies. I hold 11 votes on my own. Plus Longbottom, it's 14. But I know Malfoy, LeStrange, Nott, Abbott, and Diggory will all vote to keep the Minister in. That's twelve. I don't know where the department heads will go so I'm just going to assume the majority of them'll vote to keep him in, making it 17, excluding you. You, Greengrass and Davis are wild cards. You hold three votes, one from begin the head of the MLE and two from the Bones family. And I think that you'll side with me."
"Why do you think that?"
"Because Fudge cut your departments budget and funding. Effectively limiting your range and abilities. He's stopping you from doing you job and you can't be help with that. I think you want to stop him just as much as I do. You know he's a problem and you see the truth about Dumbledore. You care about stopping them and you care about making the world better."
"Who would you nominate as Minister?"
"You."
"Me? But you hardly know me."
"I know enough to trust you. And if Dumbles was able to vote in someone else, we could control them. And if Voldemort got someone in that position, well let's just say sh*t would hit the fan. I think you're a perfect candidate for it. You wouldn't be controlled nor bought."
"Say I do agree to this, I can assume your going to be going after alliances with Davis or Greengrass as well?"
"I need all the help I can get."
"And if you don't mind me asking." She paused and continued when I nodded for her to continue. "Why don't you trust Dumbledore?"
"That memory is just one reason. He knew about it. He was voting as my proxy in the Potter and Evans seats. He placed me with my aunt and uncle. He put me through hell, I was just too blind to see it."
"Very well, I can see why that would instill distrust. Okay Harry, you have yourself a deal."
"Perfect. I, Lord Harry James Potter, offer an alliance with Madam Amelia Bones of the House of Bones. For our families to support one another when needed, to aid the other and to fight by the others side. So I offer, so mote be it."
"I, Amelia Bones, accept the offer of alliance from Lord Harry James Potter. I accept the offer for our families to support one another when needed, to aid the other and to fight by the others side. So I accept, so mote be it." There was a flash of light letting us know it was done. The House of Bone and the House of Potter were allies.
"I am curious about something Harry."
"Yea?"
"Why'd you use the House of Potter?"
"Come again?"
"Potter, your Lord of four houses. Why use Potter?"
"Because Potter is my first and foremost title. It is my first and my families title. Allying with Potter shows you are a family friend, and a close ally."
"Ah, clever if I do say so myself. Are you sure you not Slytherin?"
"Well the hat wanted to put me there, but I already met the ferret and decided I didn't want to deal with his pompous a** for seven years. So I asked for Gryffindor. I gotta go, see ya around." And with a wave in her direction, I apparated back to the gates of Hogwarts.
Amelia's POV
What the bloody hell? I was kidding when I said the Slytherin comment. Though I can definitely see why the hat wanted to put him in Slytherin. He was pretty cunning, I'll give him that. So he wants to get the Minister ousted, which I can't say I disagree with but h-.
That little sh*t!
He knew I'd agree. He planned the whole thing. He knew actually what would happen today. Oh he's definitely a Slytherin at heart. Though he has the guts of a Gryffindor. Probably from his father. He probably got the cunning and cleverness from his mother. I always thought she should've been a Slytherin. He's becoming more and more like her, and he probably doesn't even know it. Just like her.
A/N: Okay, So if some of you might be wondering why I decided to include that, I've decided to make Amelia be more than just an ends to a means. I want her to actually be a family friend rather than just an ally. Now, continue on!
Harry's POV
After leaving Amelia's office I returned to the gates of Hogwarts. I made my way through the castle up to the common room hoping to find Neville and Hermione there. I heard a pstt from my left and stopped to listen. It sounded again so I turned towards where I thought noise was coming from and stepped into an alcove. I found myself face-to-face with the source of the sound, Tracey.
"How'd you know I was going to walk by?"
"Didn't, I wasn't waiting for you. I was on my way to my common room and saw you and I needed to talk to you."
"Okay, what?"
"Right, well something is definitely wrong with Daphne. She hasn't been acting normal, at least to me. She's still the standard not-giving-a-sh*t-bi*** in public which is normal for her but she's been snappy to me this past week. Especially if I heavens forbid say your name."
"Is it her time of t-" I started
"Okay one, don't let her hear you suggest that ever. And two, no it's not. Either way when it is she doesn't snap like that at me, over a name."
"So you were right, something else is in play here?"
"Oh definitely, problem is I don't know what. So far I've been able to pick up something like, she's seems to hate everything involving you, and she easily irritated. But other than that I can't think of anything."
"So irritable and hateful of me, what could cause th-"
"Oh and she's been talking to Malfoy more. Which to be honest I was shocked about."
"Wait talking to Malfoy? Like being around him more?"
"Yea like before if he asked her to study with him, she would just downright refuse. Now she agrees sometimes."
"Well I think we know what's causing her problems. Or should I say who?"
"What do you mean?"
"Malfoy. He's doing it. My guess would be potions. Probably a hate and repulsive potion directed at me. Though I don't know how'd we'd prove it, let alone fix it."
"Okay say I believe you, that you explain the edge she has. But not hanging around Malfoy. Neither of those would change her feeling towards anyone other than you."
"Well, I don't know. I don't have all the answers."
"Right now, even if you right, the best we can do is observe and see what I can figure out. Alright?"
"Fine, but you find out anything important. I want to know asap, got it?"
"Yup." She replied popping the p. Leaving the corridor I continued the rest of the way to the common room.
Arriving in the common room, I looked around in search of Neville and Hermione. I didn't get far in my search before I was stopped by who? The Weasel of course.
"Hey Harry. Wanna play a game of chess?" Ugh this again?
"No I'm busy." Keep it short and simple. I continued past him.
"Busy with what? Can I help?" You just don't give up do you. Turning around I looked at him.
"Don't worry about, and no you can't." I turned away from him with the intention of continuing to look around for them. But was stopped by someone grabbing my arm and yanking me around. As soon as I saw who had my arm I twisted it to make him drop it.
"Harry what's wrong with you?"
"None of your business." I stated before starting to walk away.
"Yes it is Harry. I'm your best mate. Of course it's my business. You have to talk to me when something's wrong. I can help." That's it. Looking around I saw the majority of the common room was watching us.
"No I don't have to tell you anything. And you can't help anybody with anything. Your useless. And newsflash, I'm not your mate and certainly not you best mate."
"HEY, I'M JUST TRYING TO HELP YOU!"
"Yea well I don't want your 'help'!" Couldn't even call it that to begin with.
"You UNGRATEFUL GIT!" He yelled before lunging at me with his arm out, probably with intention of punching me. Grabbing his hand, I yanked him and spun, throwing him to the ground. Crouching down next to him and pulled him up slightly towards me while keeping a firm grasp on his collar. What did I do? I punched him, making sure I broke his nose.
"Leave me alone. Or your going to have a lot more to worry about than a broken nose. Got it?" I yanked his collar up expecting an answer.
"Well?!" I got my answer in the form of a nod.
"Good." Releasing him I stood up and turned towards the portrait to leave. I strode out the hole with the intention of going to the room to burn off steam. But I heard footsteps and someone grabbed my arm and turned me around.
"Hey! What was that?"
"That was me being done Hermione. Done with dealing with that. I'm not in the mood." Turning back around, I continued on my way to the room.
"What happened?" So Neville was following too?
"In the room."
Arriving at the room, I paced in front of the wall asking for the room we had before. Seeing the door appear I opened the door and held it open for Neville, and Hermione. Walking in behind them and slamming the door. We went and sat in the living room.
"Alright, so you wanna explain what happened in there?" Not really.
"No, but I don't really have much of a choice now do I?"
"No, you don't considering the fact that you told me we had to act like everything was normal. Now unless you consider punching Ronald in the face and breaking his nose normal then okay."
"Look he was just getting on my nerves okay? Him and Ginerva are constantly bugging me and I have enough problems right now. The worst that will happen is that they go to old Dumbles and he assumes I'm going dark."
"Oh the worst huh?"
"Not in the mood Neville."
"Did the meeting go bad?"
"No, no it actually went really well."
"She agreed?" While obviously Hermione.
"Yup."
"Okay then why are you not happy?" That just seems to be question going around doesn't it?
"Because on my back to the common room from the grounds, Tracey pulled me aside."
"And I take it, its not good news?"
"Understatement Hermione, understatement." Doesn't even begin to explain it.
"What'd she say?"
"Nevi-"
"No we deserve to know what is causing you to brood and punch people."
"Apparently she's hanging around Malfoy more, snapping at Tracey and hates everything Harry Potter."
"Is it her time of th-"
"Neville! That's not something you ask!"
"According to Tracey, no."
"Wait did you seriously ask that?" Of course I did, who do you think I am?
"Yup and I got about as far as Neville did."
"Oh no, what happened?" Hermione! Why do you have to assume something bad happened?
"She warned me that it would very bad to ask that to Daphne and to never do so."
"Better than what I had in mind."
"Oh thank you for the faith Hermione."
"Anyway, that's aside from the point. Anything else?"
"No, Tracey said she'd let me know if she found anything else out. Though personally I think Malfoy has something to do with it."
"Well it would make sense. If she's hanging around him more, he would benefit from it. Especially if he wants her for himself."
"YES, thank you Neville for getting it." Finally someone sees my point.
"But its not like she's a trophy."
"Actually Hermione, she could be. We don't know his intentions."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean think about it. In the pureblood society the woman and wives are mainly just eye candy. They hold little to no power. The hierarchy is purely a patriarch. Now I'm not saying that all purebloods treat their wives that way but some still believe in the old ways as you've seen. And powerful, upstanding woman wasn't a part of it." Good thing Neville knows about this stuff or we'd be stumbling around like idiots in the dark.
"So your saying she could be just a trophy for him, a prize." Well that's cruel.
"Possibly, if it even is Malfoy. We don't know. Before we figure out intentions or assume them w-"
"We have to find out who it is. Or even what is behind it. Then we worry about motive and intention." Right in one Hermione.
"So what's the plan Harry?" It's not much of one but...
"We observe. Cuz' as much as I'd like to do more, there's nothing more we can do."
"What about Wizengamot?"
"What about it?"
"Are we sti-" Cutting her off from finishing her sentence I started.
"Of course, I still have to talk with Greengrass or Davis before wizenmagot. That's not changing. We just need to keep an eye on Daphne, agreed?"
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
Good.
A/N: Sorry I'm late again with the update, trying to update asap. Also who do you guys think is the Unknown POV? Have a good day and Enjoy!