(Daphne's pov)

I looked up from my breakfast as my father's owl landed in front me me with a letter. After taking the letter and feeding him a piece of my bacon, the regal owl left.

I turned to my letter, reading it, then reading it again in shock. My father had written to tell me that I was betrothed, and not to just anyone. I was betrothed to the boy I love, Harry Potter. I know people would say that I have a crush, but not be in love, but I do know the difference. I know that I would not want to be with anyone else.

When did that happen? It had to be rather recent, considering how Dumbledore tried to marry him of to the girl Weasley. How is Harry going to react? I had a mental shudder when I thought about his reaction to Weaselette's claims of being engaged to her.

I turned to the boy beside me, subtly attracting his attention, before handing him my father's letter and asking to talk.

He smiled gently at me and told me that we will talk after Charms class, which is our last class today.

After Charms Harry led me past the Common Room, to a section of wall, not unlike our hidden doorway, but with a small snake carving instead of the Slytherin crest. The wall opened up to a comfortable looking room that was like a miniature common room.

We sat down and he told me all about his life. How he found a trunk that allowed to to live away from his muggle relatives, and what he knew about the wizarding world.

He also handed me the letter explaining his marriage choices.

After reading it, I tried to hide the tears in my eyes from the simple fact that I would not be able to have my dream come true. That I would have to share the love of my life with other girls.

"I was thinking about having all of houses fall under one house. I only want to be with one witch Daphne, and that is you."

"But what about heirs? You'll need an heir for each house, and wizards and witches are generally only able to get 1 or 2. Any more and the magic will be weaker until you end up with squibs. Haven't you ever wondered why Weasley is so pathetically weak in class. He is barely a wizard, and I bet Weaslette is a near squib."

"Haven't you ever wondered why? Before the war with Grindelwald, magical parents were able to have many strong children. Rarely had there been squibs born. It wasn't until Dumbledore became Headmaster that magical children became scarce."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that if you drink the pumpkin juice in the Great Hall during dinner, bring some of it to Professor Snape, so he can see if it has been tempered with." She nodded.

We talked about our future for a little while longer, before meeting up with the others in the Common Room for dinner. I ran to my room real quick to put away my books from class and to grab something before we all left for the Great Hall.

During dinner I was able to secretly spell some of my pumpkin juice, as well as some of Draco's, for good measure.

After we were dismissed I went to my Head of House, and asked him to check the drinks.

It turns out that Harry was right. My pumpkin juice was laced with an ancient potion that makes magical pregnancies difficult on the mother, getting worse the more pregnancies she goes through, until the mother is unable to survive having another child.

Draco's drink was laced with a similar potion that has been banned from curriculum in 1900, which reduces a wizards chances of getting a witch pregnant by almost half.

When coupled with the witch's potion, in brings the difficulty of getting an heir from 50 percent to a 80 percent, leaving most families with giving up after only one or two children.

(Dumbledore's pov)

Ever since my forced check up just before Christmas break began I had been feeling rather off. I knew that the reason for this was that my magical core had somehow gotten weaker.

I decided that until I felt better, that I wouldn't take any more of the elixir, since I don't know how it would mix with the potions I was being given by Poppy.

I had spent dinner watching Mr. Potter smirking with the second year Slytherins that he was friends with.

I had hoped that my plan for this year would have started to bring the hero out in the Boy-Who-Lived. So far though, nothing has even happened.

When I tricked Lucius Malfoy (by use of Imperious placed a letter I sent to the man) into giving Miss Weasley the old diary of Tom Riddle, I had expected Ginerva to open the chamber like Tom did 50 years ago.

My plan was for the youngest Weasley to open the chamber and release the basilisk from within, causing many students to be petrified. It would continue until two students were dragged into the chamber.

One student would be Miss Weasley. The other student would simply be used to draw the boy into the chamber, probably the Greengrass heiress.

Of course, by the time Harry makes it to the chamber, the Slytherin would be dead, giving Harry the time to save the Gryffindor, thus allowing her to ensnare her future husband, and bring him back to the Light.

I had expected the chamber to be opened by Halloween, but there hasn't been a single attack, and it's already the second term.

I glanced over at the Gryffindor table, and noticed the young redhead was glaring at her Slytherin rival. I decided perhaps it was time to intervene on Ginerva's behalf.

(Tom's pov)

It was finally time. The potion was ready. This is the last time that I would have to take control of the blood traitors daughter.

I had given her the instructions on brewing the potion, under the guise that it would help her get Harry Potter.

My final instruction to the little girl was to toss my diary into the potion, and then go to her Common Room, forgetting all about putting diary into the concoction.

I was able to feel it as my control slipped from her, once she had done what I told her, and I allowed the potion to give me the body I had once had.

The potion that I made little Ginny Weasley brew was a rather difficult potion that gave a soul a body if the body was destroyed, so long as the soul had an anchor in the mortal world.

In this case the anchor was the diary from when I was a student, but I had waited until I was 20 to anchor my soul into it.

Unlike a horcrux, which the creator needs to kill and innocent person, the magic I used was created to help magical people survive bodily harm that is otherwise irreversible. It's a special form of healing magic that allows the soul to be transferred into an object, which would then be used to create a new, permanent body. The new body would be the age of the person when the spell was cast.

I originally cast the magic when I was 20. So my body would be that of a young man. However, since it was a while before the spell was completed, the night my original body was destroyed, I would have all of the memories that I had up until Halloween 1981.

I smirked when I felt my new body form. Once I had my body I created a small portal, using a little magic from the castle to take me somewhere safe so that I could gather my strength without being in danger.

I ended up in a very familiar Manor, the familial home of my closest friend and his family.

(Ginny's pov)

It was mid March before I had the opportunity to use the potions my mother gave me. It was dinner, and Harry arrived a few minutes after the other snakes. I watched as Harry sat in the only remaining seat, the seat with the pumpkin juice that I had an elf lace with my potion, thanks to the help of the Headmaster.

I watched him take a long slow drink, before filling his plate. I ate in silence, keeping my eye on Harry and the slut sitting two seats away from him. She was currently talking to Draco Malfoy, not even glancing at Harry. I grinned at the thought of being with Harry.

Soon, very soon.

(Daphne's pov)

I was talking to Draco as I secretly checked my drink, making sure that it wasn't tampered with. I was surprised that came up clean. Not even the potion I found before was in the drink. I checked other drinks nearby. Nothing in them, except for the spot Draco left open for Harry, who had to ask Professor Flitwick a question about our assignment.

I spell-switched Harry's drink with Gregory Goyle's untouched pumpkin juice.

I knew a love compulsion potion when I see one. There was only one person who would attempt to use that potion on Harry. I'd like to be the animagus in that room when the little brat gets a taste of her own medicine.

(Goyle's pov)

I feel funny. Like I have a sudden desire to see Ginny Weasley. I looked up as the little Gryffindor left the Great Hall alone. I decided to follow her.

I hid behind the suits of armor as she looked behind, seemingly confused. She shrugged and continue on a little way, u til she turned to an empty hallway.

(Ginny's pov)

I was confused when I looked behind me, and didn't see Harry. The potion he drank in his pumpkin juice was supposed to make him follow me when I left the Great Hall.

I shrugged, deciding that he was probably trying to hide the fact that he was following me. That's okay, once the potion is drank, nothing will keep him from falling completely in love with me, not even his Slytherin whore.

I could hear footsteps behind me, so I knew he was following me. I led my future husband a little ways away from the Great Hall, and into an empty classroom, where I sat down on an unused desk, waiting for my rich savior.

I was not expecting another Slytherin boy to enter the room.

"Hey! Get out of here you slimy snake! Can't you see that I am meeting with someone!" I screeched at the creepy boy.

"But I love you Ginny! Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked. I blanched, realizing that my plan backfired in the worst way.