Chapter 35- Winners and Losers
July 1994
"Ugh, what happened," Hermione groaned as the last rays of the
"Mother, blew you up," Daphne said sitting rigidly in a chair next to her.
"I hate when that happens," Hermione said softly. "How long was I asleep?"
"36 hours," Daphne said softly. "Why?"
"Why what," Hermione asked.
"Why did you do that," Daphne said with a few tears falling from her eyes.
"Because you were so proud of the outfits we picked out, and she ruthlessly stomped on you for no reason," Hermione said, reaching out to take Daphne's hand.
"But I did all those things to you," Daphne stammered.
"True," Hermione said.
"And mother…." Daphne said, holding up a mirror for Hermione to see her hair.
"She actually did it," Hermione sighed. "Guess it will be boring old brown hair for a while," she said looking at the rich thick carpet of shiny brown hair that fell from her head.
"I'm sorry," Daphne said standing up only for Hermione to grab her hand.
"Wait," Hermione said.
"Hermione I…." Daphne said.
"Come here," she said, pulling Daphne onto the bed. "Now tell me what's wrong?"
"Hermione, I did things, terrible things to you. I lorded my name and money over you, called you names, forced you to be a maid, attacked you physically, cast countless spells on you, tried to take away your friends, and left you to fend off a monster twice" Daphne said as the tears increased.
Hermione's eyes widened slightly at Daphne's last statement.
"And yet you defended me, why, why do that for me," Daphne cried.
"Because you're my friend," Hermione said.
"I'm your friend, how could I possibly be your friend," Daphne said. "I'm a monster."
"No," Hermione said, poking her nose.
"Yes, I am," Daphne said.
"Daphne, I fought a real monster, and you don't look like a giant 1,000-year-old basilisk to me" Hermione said, making Daphne giggle a little.
"Good you are awake," Catherine said entering the room walking stiffly.
"Mother," Daphne squeaked, jumping back into her chair trying to dry her eyes.
"I do not take kindly to having my house destroyed, girl," Catherine said, crossing her arms as she looked down on Hermione. "It will take some time for the damage to be repaired."
"If you're expecting an apology," Hermione said.
"You will find yourself in no position to argue," Catherine said grinning as a slight shock ran across Hermione's body her eyes drawn to a sparkling diamond bracelet attached to her arm. "You're not the only one who knows how to use gems," Catherine said. "That is the same bracelet I use on my maids. Now as much as I would like to make you a maid, I have a wager to win. You may be powerful and that is something to be respected," Catherine said.
Daphne's eyes widened in shock at her mother's admission.
"However, you are completely lacking in grace and humility. I know people who could truly help you grow as you have much to learn, but only after you have been brought to heel and taught to behave like a proper lady," Catherine said before turning and walking out struggling to hide her limp.
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Emma,
I hope this letter finds you well, and please sit down as the contents of this letter may shock you. I saw it and I still can't believe it. First Catherine Greengrass the so-called Countess Greengrass is to pardon my French a bitch with a capital B. That woman is a harsh mother at best and a straight up child abuser at worst. The way she treats her children…. But you already know or suspect that at least and it is not the reason I am contacting you this way.
"Oh dear," Emma said as she read the letter.
Two days ago, Daphne had friends from school over and was very excited to show off the new outfits she and Hermione picked out for each other. Hermione was so beautiful and mature, and Daphne looked so girly and cute, an A+ for both of them. Catherine ruthlessly stomped on Daphne and all her hard work in front of her friends. It was awful, just awful, and Hermione proved she was her mother's daughter. Without a second thought she called her out.
"what I said was that you are a bitter dried up old crone, whose sole purpose in life seems to be sucking the life out of your daughters in some vain attempt to make yourself seem more noble than you are. You claim to be a woman of high breeding and class like Princess Diana. I have met Princess Diana and you are not her, nor are you worthy to wash the ground she walks on"
"Good job Hermione," she said.
"What are you reading," Dan asked.
"Just a letter from Ria," Emma replied.
She then nearly took off Catherine's head with a slap when she challenged her to a duel. You wouldn't know this but Catherine Greengrass is an accomplished duelist who competed competitively until she was banned for being too brutal to her opponents.
"Oh dear," Emma said.
"What did Hermione do," Dan asked. "Please tell me she didn't blow something up again."
Your daughter my, my student not only survived, but held her own against Catherine trading blow for blow. It was incredible, she turned the ballroom into an ice rink and used figure skating magic to lock her in a crystal ice prison. Catherine blasted her way out and activated the Manor's defenses only to be blasted into the wall by her own spell by Hermione's quick thinking. She then used her famous Dragon Flame Buster to knock out Hermione and a good third of her house and a quarter of her garden. Don't worry Hermione told me to tell you she is fine and that don't worry about the Gala or Cathy, she has a plan, even if she won't tell me what it is.
Sorry for worrying you,
Ria
PS- I'm also supposed to tell you that Astoria's room was destroyed, and Daphne wants to know that she is really sorry and understands if you hate her. The poor girl really needs a hug.
PPS- That bitch is still limping. I think Hermione broken more than a few of her ribs, and twisted her ankle
"Good job Hermione," Dan and Emma said.
"I do wish she'd try not to get blown up so often," Dan said.
"She gets that from you," Emma said.
"Oh, come on, that was not my fault," Dan groaned.
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"You ready for this Astoria," Emma said, checking over Astoria one last time as the limo pulled up to the Gala.
"Yes, but can I ask you something," Astoria said looking down at her hands.
"Of course, sweetie," Emma said.
"Is it wrong that I want to beat her," Astoria said. "I mean Hermione is my friend, and I really like her, but I want to win tonight. I want to be better, does that make me a bad person," Astoria softly.
"Hahahahahahaha," Dan chuckled. "No, that makes you a good friend. Hermione wouldn't want you pulling any punches tonight."
"Really," Astoria said.
"Don't worry about Hermione or anyone else. This is your time to shine, Astoria," Emma said.
"Ok, I'll give it my best," Astoria said.
"That's all we'll ever ask for," Emma said hugging Astoria.
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"I trust you know what to do tonight, daughter," Catherine said.
"Yes, mother," Daphne said softly dressed in the gown she wore during the eye-opening duel.
"Of course, mother, I may not be the heiress, but I know what is expected of a proper pureblood lady. I will make sure everyone remembers the Greengrass name after tonight. Ohohohoho," Hermione laughed holding a hand near her mouth.
"See that you do," Catherine said as Daphne fretted nervously.
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"A surprisingly muggle form of transportation for Emma Granger, the muggle woman known for her uncanny ability to walk through muggle repelling wards, and her abnormally large heart. Rumor has it that she bet the Lady Greengrass that she was the better mother and that they swapped daughters for the summer." a journalist said, providing live commentary as the guests arrived.
"What a stunning turn of events the Greengrass carriage has arrived pulled by 6 majestic Abraxans," the reporter said as the carriage landed next to Emma's limo. "First out we have Count Greengrass in a classic dress befitting a noble lineage. Dan Granger has stepped out. His hair might be graying ladies but he knows how to wear a tuxedo like a pro. I am not one to watch many muggle movies, but Merlin if he isn't a real-life James Bond." the reporter said as Dan held out a hand for Emma.
"... Oh my…. Ladies and Gentlemen Emma Granger is simply stunning in a white, pink, and gold evening dress," the reporter said.
"Stunning I think not," a second reporter said butting in. "Carly that dress is a rather crude and simple design. I can't help but think she is just mutton being dressed up like a lamb."
"I think you need to get your prescription checked Miss Skeeter," Carly said. "Emma is the vision of virtue and happiness that many have described her as."
"And that pales in comparison to Countess Greengrass in a custom dress from Burberry. The red gown, with black and gold accents is a vision of beauty, an outward vision of her passion, elegance and success in the bet she made with Emma Granger. Why that muggle woman ever thought she could challenge a pillar of magical society makes one wonder if she perhaps isn't right in the head," Rita explained.
"Anger, evil, and deceit is more like it," Hermione muttered hearing the reporters outside the carriage.
"Nervous," Daphne asked.
"No," Hermione said. "You?'
"No," Daphne said quickly, her voice wavering. "But you…..." she said thinking of all the punishments heaped on Hermione since the duel.
"Daphne," Hermione said, taking her hands. "I am still me," Hermione winked. "And your mother didn't break me, so just enjoy the show."
"What…." Daphne squeaked as Hermione stepped out.
"Oh my," Carly gasped. "Hermione Granger is not the poor, ugly, first generation magical that several of her housemates described her as. Her long brown hair is shimmering like polished bronzes in regal princess curls. She is wearing a black acromantula silk cloak lined with gold over a blue, sea green, white, and gold gown with an elaborate patchwork like quality. Even you have to admit Rita, that this is a dress made for a noble pureblood and Hermione wears it well," Carly said.
"Fine, but with enough charms anyone can fake it for a time," Rita snapped.
"Hermione, may I get a statement," Carly called out.
"Certainly, Miss…." Hermione said gliding across the carpet in impossibly high heeled boots.
"Carly Andersen for the Copenhagen Mermaid," Carly said. "There are a number of rumors surrounding your stay at the Greengrass Manor for the last 2 months," Carly asked.
"I will answer what I can, but a lady is allowed to have her secrets," Hermione said with perfect posh English.
"Of course," Carly replied.
"After the end of the last school year, my mother had a disagreement with Lady Greengrass over who was the better mother. With the help of Margaret Blustrode, whose I am told made several courses for tonight's dinner, but I digress, a bet was made where Lady Greengrass would raise me as her daughter for 2 months, while my mother would raise Astoria Greengrass as her own for 2 months," Hermione explained.
"And what was that experience like,": Carly asked.
"It was illuminating," Hermione said.
"And what did you discover," Rita Skeeter said butting in.
"I learned that it is rude to force yourself into a lady's conversation Ms. Skeeter, and that pureblood families have interesting methods to correct a child's behavior. Now if you will excuse me," Hermione said.
"Ms. Granger," Brain Murphy called out.
"Ah Mr. Murphy, a pleasure to finally meet you, my mother has spoken highly of you, but Astoria is coming, perhaps we can chat inside later," Hermione said.
"Of course," Brian said.
"Oh, my goodness, the Greengrass daughters are simply splendid," Carly said.
"Well it is expected of the daughters of Lady Greengrass," Rita skeeter said as they returned to providing commentary,"
"Is that really Astoria," Daphne whispered in shock as she stepped out next to her sister. She was nothing like the Astoria she remembered. She was easily 15 pounds lighter and 2 inches taller not counting the heel boots Daphne could see poking out from beneath Astoria's deep red evening gown, with a ruffled royal blue hem around the skirt, sleeves, and off the shoulder collar. Twin blue bows held her dark brown hair in cute twin ponytails, that bounced a little as she walked. Her little sister was brimming with passion, but a responsible passion, the little chubster was no more, walking along next to her was a confident girl coming into her own.
"Daphne," Astoria said, turning to face her sister.
"I see the summer has agreed with you," Daphne said.
"Really, it was hard but a lot of fun, I even learned to sing," Astoria said.
"I look forward to hearing it," Daphne said.
"Wait… what, you actually want to hear me sing," Astoria said.
"Yes," Daphne said.
"Who are you, and what did you do with my sister," Astoria said.
"Let me just say it was an illuminating summer," Daphne said softly.
"You can tell me about it inside," Astoria said as they walked down the carpet. The pair smiled and waved for the camera, Astoria's exuberant passion lighting up the runway, while a feeling of sadness seemed to flow off Daphne as she walked alongside her animated sister.
"Miss Greengrass," Rita Skeeter called out.
"Yes," Astoria said.
"What was it like slumming it with a muggle for 2 months," Rita said.
"Miss Skeeter," Daphne began.
"No, I would like to answer this sister," Astoria said, placing a hand on her shoulder with a smirk-like smile on her face. One that Daphne had before.
"Mrs. Skeeter, as in the famous reporter for the Daily Prophet," Astoria said.
"I see my reputation precedes me," Rita said.
"Excellent then perhaps you don't mind other reporters listening in and observing your greatness," Astoria said.
"Not at all," Rita said as Carly and Brian moved closer.
"Yes, I've always wanted to see that famous pen of yours in action," the pair said.
"Well I…." Rita stammered as Astoria smirked.
"Would love to know that Emma Granger is a fantastic mother, whose only concern is for the safety and wellbeing of her children. Yes, I know that she is what we British call a muggle, but I learned a new term while traveling with Mr. and Mrs. Granger in Lichtenstein, non-adept. I rather like it since it describes the situation without being insulting," Astoria said.
"Even so living without magic must have been a challenge," Rita said. "How could you complete your summer homework."
"Who said I wasn't using magic," Astoria said, making Rita gasp in shock. "I'm sure Mrs. Andersen, and Mr. Murphy can fill you in but the other countries of Europe have a very different take on underage magic. Not to mention Mrs. Granger is friends with the Dwarves who were more than happy to show me magical control exercises, and singing with the fairies was a night to remember. Plus, while the Grangers cannot use magic, that does not mean they can't understand it. This is the woman who has a penchant for walking through magical repelling wards and she can play a very good game of Grail Wars if the doll is charged with magic for her. So, if that is spending summer like a muggle then sign me up again please," Astoria said.
"And what about your thoughts on your sister staying with muggles for the summer," Rita said.
"Oh dear look at the time," Astoria said. "We must be getting inside." She said, pulling Daphne along.
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"Astoria, you, dress, healthy, bubbly, different, beautiful, what is going on," Daphne exclaimed, pulling her into an alcove outside the ballroom.
"I guess I'm just blossoming," Astoria said.
"That does explain this," she said, placing her hands-on Astoria's exposed shoulders. "I mean did you really get to learn magical control with dwarves and sing with fairies?"
"Yes," Astoria said. "But Hermione did send me a letter preparing me for tonight."
"How mother was strictly controlling her mail," Daphne said.
"Ria," Astoria giggled.
"But mother was monitoring the practices," Daphne said. "Wait Ria had Hermione working on figures… She wrote the messages in the ice while she was skating," Daphne gasped.
"And she can't read German runes," Astoria giggled.
"I am never underestimating Hermione again," Daphne said.
"I am glad you had such a good summer little sister," Daphne said hugging Astoria.
"Daphne what happened to you," Astoria said, returning the hug.
"Hermione happened," Daphne said.
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"Hello mother, father," Hermione said, winking at her dad.
"Hermione," Emma said. "You look…."
"Yes, Lady Greengrass thought that a rich bronze was more appropriate for a woman of my standing. Daphne was the one who made the curls," Hermione said, bouncing a large curl of hair in her hand," Hermione said, continuing to blink or wink her eye at her dad.
"A woman of your standing," Emma said.
"Yes, Lady Greengrass said I am a powerful witch that has potential, but that she had to properly chastise me and explain the importance of manners to me," Hermione said. "While it was a difficult experience it was worth it to look this amazing, ohohohohohohohoho," Hermione laughed holding her hand to her mouth. "Do excuse me mother, I have some people I would like to see."
"She said to relax and enjoy the show," Dan whispered in Emma's ear.
"Oh I will," Emma said as a sylph-like woman standing behind her spoke.
"Mrs. Granger," the woman said.
"Oh my," Emma said looking up at a woman of almost unnatural beauty. "My apologies, this is my first time seeing a Veela before Miss."
"How," the woman gasped.
"The mayor of Vaduz, informed me that I might see some Veela in Monaco, and I have to say his description does not do you justice," Emma said.
"Why thank you, Miss Granger," the woman said.
"Might we ask your name Miss…." Dan said.
"My allure does not affect you," the woman said. "Even when not actively using it our beauty has the habit of attracting attention."
"Miss you are without a doubt undeniably beautiful, but I only one woman has ever captured my attention and you are looking at her," Dan said, placing a hand on Emma's shoulder.
"I am lucky to have him," Emma said.
"Appoline Delecour," she said shaking their hands.
"And what can we do for you tonight Mrs. Delecour," Dan asked.
"I simply wanted to offer my condolences," Appoline said.
"I am a bit confused Mrs. Delecour, condolences for what?" Emma asked.
"What was done to your daughter," Mrs. Delecour said.
"Hehehehehehe," Emma giggled.
"Aren't you concerned that she broke and brainwashed your daughter," Appoline asked.
"Mrs. Delecour, my husband resisted your unconscious allure, I can walk through muggle repelling wards, and my daughter was involved in the defeat of a 1,000-year-old basilisk. Do you really think she could break my daughter?"
"Oh my," Appoline gasped. "I have greatly underestimated you and your daughter," Appoline said.
"Not to worry it happens all the time. I think it's because I'm so short everyone just looks right over me," Emma chuckled.
"I keep saying that she's growing, but Emma doesn't listen to me," Dan said.
"Dan," Emma groaned.
"Interesting," Appoline said, tapping her chin. "I do not know if you are aware but most human magicals can live 2-3 times longer than their non-magical counterparts. While they grow at the same rate as their non-magical counterparts, once they mature, they age at a much slower rate."
"That is fascinating Mrs. Delecour, but…." Emma said.
"Please call me Appoline," she said. "And what I am getting to is that your daughter is an extremely powerful witch, and you possess a unique gift."
"I don't have magic that's crazy…." Emma said.
"Perhaps, perhaps not, but in magical terms you would be 16-18 years old," Appoline said.
"See, I told you, you're having a growth spurt," Dan whispered in Emma's ear.
"The only thing growing around here is going to have to wait til later," Emma replied discretely running a hand down his pocket.
"And you say I'm the pervy one," Dan chuckled.
"My apologies Appoline, sometimes my Dan just can't control himself," Emma said.
"My Claude is the same way sometimes," Appoline chuckled.
"I can't help it, she is just so ravishing," a man a hair taller than Appoline with dirty blond hair.
"Stop it you," Appoline said, slapping his hands away as they drifted down past her waist.
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"Hey fattie get the led out," Tracy barked as Millie came back for another tray.
"Sorry," Millie said.
"Well work faster," Tracy hissed pushing another tray towards Millie.
"You're supposed to be out there, you know," Millie said.
"What did you say to me," Tracy snapped.
"Nothing, and do excuse me I need to get this food out," Millie said while Tracy stood in the back of the kitchen, glaring at the ballroom in her black and purple outfit.
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"For human food this is pretty good," Alucard said smiling as he swallowed a bit of sausage.
"Find something you like," Maria asked.
"Perhaps," Alucard said.
"Would you like another sir," Millie said, holding out a tray.
"Yes, please," Alucard said.
"Miss might you know who made these," Maria said pointing to the sausages.
"Well, Gwendoline Davis is the caterer in charge of the Gala itself," Millie said.
"True, but did she make the sausages," Maria asked. "I ask because my husband has a bit of a delicate stomach."
"He likes them, but he's not a dwarf so that means…" Millie said looking up at Alucard.
"Yes, my husband is a vampire, does that bother you," Maria said.
"No, not at all, my best friend actually stayed with the Tepes family last summer. She said they're good people, and really had a lot of fun" Millie said.
"You know Hermione," Maria said.
"How is she doing by the way. I was most upset when I heard what happened," Alucard said.
"Yes…. She's fine…... Wait you're…." Millie said.
"Maria, and Alucard Tepes," Maria said. "So that must make you Millie," Maria said.
"Yes, I'm Millicent Blustrode," Millie said.
"So cute…." Maria said. "But why are you serving food instead of dancing," Maria said.
"My mom made the sausages and they needed extra help," Millie said. "And I'm too ugly to be out here," she whispered.
"Go have fun dear, just try not to cause too much of a ruckus," Alucard said, making the trays vanish.
"Heheheheheh," Maria said pushing Millie along.
"Wait, no, what's going on," Millie squeaked as Maria pushed her along.
"I'm helping," Maria said.
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"I'm impressed, Lady Greengrass did an excellent job, Hermione is the picture of a noble pureblood," several people began to whisper as Hermione made the rounds.
"It is a pleasure to meet you again for the first time Lady Parkinson," Hermione said, walking up to Violet Parkinson and her husband.
"And who might you be my dear," Violet asked.
"My apologies Dame Parkinson, I have been forgetting just how much I have grown under the care of Countess Greengrass. My name is Hermione Granger my lady. I am but a humble muggleborn who hopes to be more," Hermione said with a cursey.
"Oh my," Violet gasped. "That is quite the change."
"Yes, Lady Greengrass was quite the task master," Hermione said looking at the Bones, Diggory, and Patil families who were within earshot. "However, a strong hand was needed to reign in my uncouth behavior."
"Is your daughter Pansy in attendance this evening, I had hoped to make a fresh start, and thought she might be able to arrange a dance or two for me?" Hermione said. "It would mean a lot to me and to Lady Greengrass."
"Interesting," Violet said.
"My daughter is currently getting something to drink," Violet said.
"Thank you, I will take the initiative and ask Pansy myself," Hermione said before leaving.
"Mrs. Flamel, might I beg for a moment of your time," Hermione said walking up to Perenelle.
"Anything for my student," Perenelle said.
"Hermione is a student of Mrs. Flamel. I wonder what Lady Greengrass did to set that up. Does that mean Daphne and Astoria have learned from her too?" people whispered.
"Phase 1 complete," Hermione whispered in Perenelle's ear.
"Great work kiddo," Perenelle whispered, waving a hand over Hermione's bracelet as they embraced.
"Now what can I do for my favorite student," Perenelle said.
"Well I was wondering if you might be able to help Astoria with something," Hermione said.
"Are you trying to get me to take on another student," Perenelle said.
"Maybe…." Hermione giggled.
"Wait are you telling me," people whispered.
"Would you busy bodies please be quiet," Perenelle snapped. "Hermione was my student before that annoying little ankle biter made her wager with my friend Emma Granger. But since Hermione asked nicely, I will at least see what Cathy wants. Maybe that little ankle biter can finally apologize for burning down that playground with that dragon fart or whatever she calls it."
"Astoria really does have a cool idea she wants to talk to you about," Hermione said.
"Ok, but first I need to talk to that little ankle biter," Perenelle said. "And are you sure about this."
"Yes, I don't mind a little embarrassment if it takes her down a peg or two," Hermione said.
"Alright," Perenelle said lightly tapping Hermione's chest, hips, and posterior.
"Thanks," Hermione whispered. "It is getting quite warm in here, I think I am going to check my robe," she said loudly heading for the coat check.
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"Is everything alright Daphne," Astoria said as she waited for a group of people to stop talking.
"I should be asking you that," Astoria said.
"I keep telling you I'm fine," Daphne said.
"Daphne, I don't know what is going on, and while I may not be able to help I will listen. We've had our differences but you are still my sister," Astoria said.
"Thanks," Daphne said, suppressing a shudder as a man stared in her direction, seemingly looking Daphne over.
"Well it looks like he is free," Astoria said, walking towards an elderly muscular man with a thick head of white hair and equally white beard as the group left.
"Excuse me, but are you perhaps, Mr. Zeltretch," Astoria asked.
"Yes, I am Mr. Zeltretch, and you are," Zeltretch asked.
"My name is Astoria Greengrass and I am a big fan of your dolls and Grail Wars," Astoria said.
"I am always happy to meet a fan. I am guessing you would like an autograph," he said.
"No…. Yes… I mean," Astoria stammered taking a breath to calm herself. "What I meant to say Mr. Zeltretch, is that while I would love an autograph, I was hoping to discuss a matter involving Nasu dolls, that I think you might find interesting."
"If this is a request by your mother to have…" Zeltretch said.
"No, nothing like that," Astoria said. "While staying with the Granger's they're a non-magical family, this summer, Hermione sent me a magically charged gemstone and we used it to create a magical circuit that allowed Mrs. Granger to play Grail Wars. The control was a little hit or miss…."
"Wait are you telling me that a non-magical person controlled a nasu doll," Zeltretch said.
"Yes," Astoria said. "See we were thinking that it might be something that you could use to market to squibs, and non-magical siblings of first generation magicals."
"Astoria could you perhaps introduce me to Mrs. Granger," Zeltretch said.
"Certainly," Astoria said.
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"Since when did you become a wallflower," Pansy said, approaching her friend, drink in hand.
"I am not a wallflower," Daphne said.
"Then why are you, a beautiful and delicate flower, standing over here by the wall," Pansy said.
"I am simply observing," Daphne said.
"See any boys worth mentioning," Pansy said.
"Perhaps," Daphne said as the gala continued.
"I'm surprised you're not out there working the crowd. I mean your sister is quite the social butterfly tonight, and the runt is not looking as runt like. Something we will have to address later"' Pansy said as Hermione walked by her breasts looking surprisingly large as they swelled beneath her dress as her hips had a large sway to them. With her petite stature and baby face the curves looked wrong and in very poor taste.
"Pansy can I ask you a question?" Daphne said.
"Sure, need help picking out a boy?" Pansy said.
"No," Daphne stated, turning to look her friend in the eye. "Pansy you're a future Baroness and I'm a future Countess."
"Duh we're like magical royalty," Pansy said.
"So why," Daphne said.
"Why what?" Pansy asked.
"Why do we needlessly bully people," Daphne said.
"Because we're better than the rest of the common riff raff," Pansy said. "What has gotten into you lately. Have you been drinking the wine tonight?"
"No, I have not drunk the wine," Daphne snapped. "If we truly are better, then we shouldn't need to…." Daphne trailed off. "Intimidate others," she said softly.
"Are you feeling ok," Pansy said, placing a hand on Daphne's forehead. "You're sick are you because you are saying some weird stuff.'
"I am not sick, and I am not saying weird stuff," Daphne growled slapping Pansy's hand away.
"It sure sounds like it," Pansy said. "I mean what's next turning into a muggle loving blood traitor like the Weasley's."
"I am not a muggle loving blood traitor," Daphne said.
"Keep talking like that and you'll turn into Ron," Pansy said.
"I am nothing like that boy, and if you keep talking like that I will show you the strength of the Greengrass Family magic," Daphne growled storming off.
"Interesting," Pansy said. "She usually says she's her mother's daughter," Pansy said as a couple of boys walked by. "Oh cute boys…."
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"Mr. Murphy," Hermione said, sashaying up to the Irish reporter.
"Hermione…." Brain gasped eyes bulging at the young girls abnormally large curves.
"Oh yes, my cloak covered these earlier," Hermione said. "Do you like them," Hermione said, running a hand down her figure. "Lady Greengrass says that a lady's most potent weapon is her figure," Hermione said, hefting her breasts. "They are quite large. Would you like to touch them? Ohohohohohhohohohoho" Hermione laughed drawing a crowd with her loud obnoxious laugh.
"With all due respect Miss Granger, I believe that would be highly inappropriate," Brian said.
"Oh, but Lady Greengrass informed me that a proper lady allows a man to touch her," Hermione said. "Is that wrong," she added, cocking her head to the side.
"Very wrong," Brian said.
"So that's why it felt creepy, but those men said all kinds of things when I stood next to them.," Hermione said with a wink.
Brian's eyes widened in shock. "What sort of things," he asked.
Hermione held a finger to her chin. "Well while the Marquis Corrino was fondling my buttocks, he said something about relaying a shipment from southern England to Sicily. I'm not sure what it was, but it seemed very important," Hermione said. "And whatever it was they were hard to control."
"Anything else," Brain said.
"Well there was Count Feyd who couldn't stop looking at my chest every time I bounced them like I was taught, who wanted more money for slipping something through the Dardanelles," Hermione said. "Oh and then Baron Harkonen was smelling my hair as they talked about what was happening in Russia. "The Baron thanked a Mr. Vernius for his work on a warding scheme that would protect the magicals living around Chernoby, but that doesn't make any sense because I thought that everyone magical and non-magical was evacuated from there, but what do I know I am just a silly girl," Hermione giggled as a rather irate Duke Atriades marched towards the aforementioned people his wife barely a half step behind. "Did I do good, Mr. Murphy?"
"Yes, very good," Brian said, patting her head.
Break
"I'm not really sure about this," Millie said.
"Why," Maria said.
"Because that means the gala will be down a server," Millie said.
"There are plenty of servers, and you deserve a break, but that's not really the reason, is it?" Maria said.
"Well, I mean I don't really have anything…." Millie said tugging at her outfit.
"You just leave that to me," Maria said as they entered a small storage room off the main ballroom.
"But…. Oh and your mother said to go have fun," Maria said.
"She did," Millie said.
"Yes, I did," Maggie said.
"Mom, what don't you need to…" Millie said.
"Apparently when Count Tepes compliments your food, and the Head of the Dwarven banking Guild asks for you, you get to take a break," Maggie said.
"Oh…" Millie said.
"Now, if you would stand in the circles, it's Cinderella time," Maria giggled.
"Oh my," Maggie said, stepping inside the magic circle drawn on the floor.
"Bibidi bobidi bo," Maria giggled activating the spells. The circles began to glow giving off a white light slowly traveling up the pair hugging their bodies. When the circle passed their heads, they expanded a complex magical circle forming above them. "Yes, yes, that will be perfect." Maria said before the circles shattered into falling stars that fell over the girls like falling rain their outfits transforming as the stars touched them.
Maggie's stained chef's outfit changed into a royal blue gown adorned with gold accents, with a corset around her waist improving her already curvy figure. Maggie giggled as she felt her flat shoes turn into heels. Millie was going through a similar experience as her waitressing outfit transformed into a purple and silver gown, her hair in a long french braid. She was worried about having something form fitting around her stomach, but the gown just tightened more as she put opera gloved hands to her waist. "Told you, you lost some weight," Maggie said as Millie gasped.
"Well take a look," Maria said, creating a mirror for them.
"Thank you so much Maria," Maggie said. Doing a little spin.
"I'm pretty, I'm actually pretty," Millie said.
"You always were pretty," Maggie said hugging her daughter. "But if you don't believe me, I think so someone else might be able to convince you." Maggie said, pushing Millie towards the door.
"Wait, mom, what are you doing," Millie squeaked.
"I'm helping," Maggie said as Millie stumbled out the door.
"Oh, what am I supposed to do," Millie said nervously as she stayed near the side of the room watching the others mingle. "There's so many people, and…." Millie said nervously wringing her hands before bumping into someone. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
"Millicent," Daphne gasped.
"Daphne…." Millie whimpered freezing up. "I'm really sorry…. I'll… um…."
Daphne froze looking at the girl she once tormented along with Pansy and Tracy. Looking at Millie frozen in fear, made something stir inside her. "It's…." Daphne said as Millie flinched. "Millicent Blustrode, it was just an accident, no harm done," Daphne said gently touching Millie's arm.
"You are just tricking me," Millie said, ripping her arm away.
"Millicent Blustrode, you have my word as the Heiress of the Greengrass family that I am not tricking you," Daphne said gently touching her arm. "Now why don't we find one of your friends, before the show starts," Daphne said gently leading her along.
"The show…." Millie said.
"I think Hermione is going to do something crazy," Daphne said.
"Please tell me she isn't going to blow something up," Millie said.
"Something tells me Hermione isn't going to be the one doing the exploding," Daphne said listening to the whispers grow.
"That's good," Millie said.
"Oh Neville," Daphne called out.
"Daphne, what did you do," Neville said looking at the nervous Millie hunched behind her.
"But I didn't do anything," Daphne said, taking a step back. "Millie looked nervous and I just wanted to…."
"Embarrass her, you might rule the roost in Slytherin, but we are not in school and I am in no mood for your games," Neville said standing tall.
"But I just wanted to help…." she said looking at Neville. "No, you're right to suspect me…. But I didn't do anything…. I just felt she needed a friendly face," Daphne said softly.
"She really didn't do anything this time," Millie said softly touching Daphne's arm as she left. "Thank you, Daphne," Millie said softly, making Daphne smile as a warm feeling filled her body.
"I was just trying to help," Daphne said as she walked off.
"Did that really just happen," Neville said.
"Yeah, I think it did," Millie said. "But what are you doing here Neville?"
"Gran made a large donation this year, and I could say the same to you," Neville said getting a good look at Millie, his face slowly turning red.
"I was helping my mom cater the event," Millie said as Neville clammed up. "Neville are you ok?"
"Wow Millie is so pretty," Neville whispered.
"Of course, she is silly," Hermione chimed in wrapping her arms around the pair. "This is just her inner beauty shining through," Hermione giggled. "So are you two going to dance later, because you totally should, you're perfect for each other. I mean you are both great with plants, and I think Millie would really like it if you kissed her," Hermione said.
"Hermione are you drunk," Millie sighed.
"Maybe… I don't know," Hermione said loudly. "These boys kept giving me this funny fruit juice, and Lady Greengrass said it's in polite for a lady to refuse a drink. And I am a proper noble pureblood lady just like Countess Greengrass. OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Hermione cackled loudly. "Enjoy the show," Hermione whispered into Millie's ear before dancing away.
"What are you doing," Catherine said, grabbing Hermione's arm as a rather large circle of people gathered in the center of the ballroom.
"OHOHOHOHOHOH, I was just doing exactly what you taught me Lady Greengrass," Hermione slurred.
"I did not teach you," Catherine hissed.
"But you did, both you said a lady's beauty is her most powerful weapon and don't you see how big and bouncy they are now," Hermione said, hefting her outrageously large chest for a girl of her stature. "Lots of people have been staring at me and your husband said that a lady should consider what she can do to please a man, and those men were happier when they touched my boobs. One guy even wants to take me to a room and show me a good time, but I'm having a blast down here," Hermione added.
"Don't even try it," Alucard said, appearing behind an older gentleman.
"You are drunk," Catherine hissed.
"I dunno, a bunch of boys kept giving me a funny tasting fruit juice, and a lady does not refuse a drink right, Lady Greengrass, OHOHOHOH" Hermione said.
"Just try and deny it I dare you," Maria said glaring at several teenage boys.
"Maybe…. I feel kind of dizzy," Hermione said grabbing Catherine's arm.
"You foolish girl," Catherine hissed.
"Oh no, coming up," Hermione groaned before violently vomiting all over Catherine's expensive designer dress.
"Argh you worthless," Catherine said, activating Hermione's bracelet shocking herself.
"How'd you like a taste of your own medicine, and you will never be a better mother, than my mom Cathy Greengrass," Hermione whispered before vomiting again thoroughly soaking Catherine in the acrid foul-smelling liquid.
"Why you," Catherine growled, slipping on the vomit pooling on the floor. A final explosion of vomit nailed Catherine in the face before Emma came to Hermione's side.
"Don't even think about it, ankle biter," Perenelle said as Catherine went for her wand.
"Perenelle," Catherine gasped.
"That is Mrs. Flamel to you runt," Perenelle said.
"I am…" Catheirne said slowly standing up.
"See that's the thing, Cathy," Perenelle said, waiting for Cathiner to stand. "I don't care, never have, never will. Now I was content to let you silly little Greengrass's go your own way after the 100 years' war, and time as they say does heal all wounds, but then you went and blew up the playground that my late husband and I made for the children, a small mistake mind you, but one you never apologized for. Strike one," Perenelle said as a few cameras went off.
"Then you had the audacity to help Grindelwald escape from the America's and smuggle him into France. Strike two," Perrenelle said, eliciting a few gasps.
"Don't be surprised, we all know Witches and Wizards can live a long time," Perenelle said. "And if that wasn't enough you went and tried to ruin my student after she stood up to you. Couldn't stand it that another person could stand up to that silly little spell of yours, so you had to try and break her. Strike three," Perenelle said. "Oh and let me be clear, if Hermione doesn't make a complete and full recovery I will hold you personally responsible and I will take a walk. A walk that I would love for Lord and Lady Tepes to join me on…. Oh and I almost forgot I think Anna and her sister Stheno and Euryale would love to come and see all of the lovely flowers in your garden Cathy." Perenelle said looking around.
"Do forgive me," Emma said, slipping past Perenelle and slamming her fist into Catherine's cheek, throwing her back into a table. "That is for my daughter," Emma growled.
"Challenge accepted," Catherine hissed.
"Are you sure you want to do that," Emma said. "As a non-adept or muggle as you like to call it, I am allowed to name a witch to stand in my place."
"Who would fight for you," Catherine hissed.
"Well there is Maria, Jessica, Anna, and Perenelle, to name a few," Emma said as more than a few women seemed to want in on the action. "Oh," she sighed. "Now you've gone and made me make a scene." She said before nodding towards the stage where a curtain was being drawn back.
Sitting behind the curtain was a grand piano and a lone girl in a red gown standing stall as all eyes turned towards her. "Astoria…" Daphne muttered in surprise.
"The band is running a few minutes behind so if you would permit me, I would like to entertain you in their stead," Astoria said, walking to the piano.
"Is that Astoria Greengrass, I heard she can't carry a tune," some of the British purebloods remarked.
"This is a song that I wrote recently so I apologize if it is not very good, but it is called Infinia." A happy upbeat tune began to float through the air as Astoria's hands danced across the keys. "I screamed into the wind, What does it mean to be myself?" she sang her voice clear and pleasant as it filled the stunned ballroom. "I looked for the dawn, Closed my eyes and asked myself, And I still couldn't find the answer," She sang, her voice growing louder as the whispers silenced.
"Astoria," Emma whispered as Dan put an arm around her shoulder.
"I know what you mean," Daphne said to herself listening to her sister's song.
"I'll keep living on, I won't give up. No matter how deep the darkness is I know we can move on, farther than we have so far. The world isn't perfect, the future isn't certain, But we met each other in it. I'll keep moving on, even through the pain. Shooting light, my way!" Astoria sang.
"I know we will Astoria, if you can keep going, so can I," Daphne said tapping her foot to the song. Her sister's fingers danced across the keys as the song continued the upbeat melody and encouraging lyrics brought smiles to the crowd as Astoria finished with a final flourish on the keys.
Slowly backing away from the piano she stood up facing the crowd. "Thank you for listening," Astoria said.
"Encore, encore, encore," A group of kids led by Neville and Millie cheered.
"I um…. This wasn't part of the plan," Astoria muttered.
"You can do it Astoria," Daphne yelled as a "sick" Hermione gave her a thumbs up.
"This song is called Future Gazer and is dedicated to my sister," Astoria said, returning to the piano. "Let's fly faraway! I want to reach our promised future. Overcoming even my hesitation, I can now fly away, because there is a dream resounding in my bosom. Today, too, the streets woke up to the bright morning sun rays; I held my throbbing heart against the presentiment brought by the refreshing wind. As the scenery reflected in my eyes started radiating, our spontaneously communicating feelings made me innocently smile. I will not let anybody smash this bright-colored reality tightly embraced in my arms. I will always believe in it. For shining truth! Even if our hearts would sometimes tremble in confusion, without hesitation we'll join our hands and start running, because we share a very tight bond right here!"
"I'm sorry you had to see that," Hermione said.
"I'm sorry for what happened to you," Daphne replied.
"Anything that doesn't kill you makes you stronger," Hermione shrugged.
"I guess," Daphne said.
"And don't worry, Mom is making sure that all of the reporters behave and leave you alone," Hermione said.
"But why," Daphne said. "She has the perfect opportunity to…"
"You've met my mother, do you really think she would do that," Hermione said.
"No….." Daphne said softly.
"As the setting sun gently dyed this town red, in the instant when I turned around, I sensed your heart. Because our miraculous encounter will guide our tomorrow, I make a vow, and will never lose sight of my resolute self again. Surpassing imagination, the memories are being engraved onto this very moment of time. I simply wish to guard these precious memories, so even my gazes will change into powerful strength. For dreaming eyes! With my overflowing hopes I erase my uneasiness, and I can feel your presence no matter if you are far away or close by, because our future is right here. The place I will finally reach is the dream I wished for on that day together with you, because as I was gazing straight ahead, I learned that every dark night would eventually break into dawn. Try anytime! Having collected some glittering shards of light, I release them into the boundless sky, as they become the words I want to convey to you. Precious days! I will not let anybody smash this bright-colored reality tightly embraced in my arms. I will always believe in it. For shining truth! Even if our hearts would sometimes tremble in confusion, without hesitation we'll join our hands and start running, because we share a very tight bond right here!" Astoria sang, earning another round of applause as the song ended.
"Hermione…." Daphne said.
"Yes," Hermione said.
"During these last few months, living with you, learning, training with you, have been an eye-opening experience," Daphne said. "I feel like my eyes are open in a way they haven't before."
"Like you put glasses on," Hermione said.
"I guess you could say that," Daphne said. "But, what I mean to say is that…."
"Don't force yourself Daphne," Hermione said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I know that you've had your eyes opened, and when you're ready I will listen."
"Thank you, Hermione," Daphne replied.
"Now it's time for you to stop being a frowny face, and dance," Hermione said, pulling Daphne to the dance floor where Dan and Emma were already dancing.
"I am not a frowny face," Daphne squeaked.
Break
"GGGGRRRRR," Tracy growled watching the dancing from the door to the kitchen, while snacking on some of the extra appetizers. Being stuck in the kitchen was bad enough, but watching those muggles manhandle the great Lady Greengrass while her daughter did nothing was infuriating. "She was prancing around like a drunken fool, Daphne could have destroyed her right there. Why," Tracy growled slamming her fist into the wall. "And Astoria singing like that, she should have bombed it to win the bet for her mother," Tracy hissed. "Why….."
"Tracy," Gwendoline called out.
"What!" Tracy snapped.
"Stop eating the food and carrying it out there," Gwendoline said.
"That's what Millie is for," Tracy said.
"Well she is currently talking with Fairy Queen Elaine, and I don't see her or her mother returning any time soon. Suck it up and do your family proud, this could land us several large contracts," Gwendoline snapped.
"Fine," Tracy snapped, grabbing a tray laden with food. "At least it gets me out there."
"Mrs. Andersen, Mr. Murphy, I trust you will exercise the highest levels of journalist ethics over what transpired tonight," Jessica Atriedes said.
"Of course, the follies of youth should not destroy one's life," Brian said.
"And the sins of the parent are not the sins of the child," Carly added.
"Are you threatening the freedom of the press," Rita snipped.
"No, I would never do such a thing,' Jessica said. "But I hardly see how your writing counts as journalism, or how you got in here tonight Miss Skeeter."
"I was…." Skeeter said before her body froze.
"Not invited," Anna hissed picking the smaller woman up.
"She's working with that dam Gorgon," Tracy muttered as she walked by making a mental note to talk to Rita Skeeter after the Gala.
"Now, where is that maid," Tracy muttered looking for Millie who was taking a break from the dance floor. "Perfect," Tracy whispered, checking her tray.
"Don't," Daphne said from behind her.
"Don't what," Tracy replied. "I am just serving food and drink."
"I am not a fool Tracy. I am well aware of your hair trigger temper and your dislike of Millicent Blustrode. Even a fool can see what you plan to do with that tray of food and I am no fool," Daphne said.
"And what are you going to do about it," Tracy said.
"If you even look at Millie the wrong way, I will remove your corset. Are you confident enough to walk around without one?" Daphne said.
"You're bluffing," Tracy hissed.
"What will it be, Tracy," walk away or burst out of your dress," Daphne said, loosening the knot holding Tracy's corset on watching it slip slightly. "There is already a run in your stockings from your thick thighs. Can your dress handle the strain." Daphne said as Tracy let out a sigh of relief as it loosened even as she felt the fabric of the outfit strain.
"Why," Tracy growled.
"There has been enough embarrassment for one night," Daphne said.
"Hermione did that just happen," Neville asked, holding drinks for him and Millie.
"Seeing is believing," Hermione said.
"What the hell did you do to her," Neville asked.
"Showed her how weak her mother really was," Hermione shrugged.
"Wait then you really did duel her," Neville gasped.
"Yes, she blew me up, but not before I cracked her ribs and made her blow up a third of her house," Hermione said.
"I really shouldn't be surprised," Neville sighed.
Break
"Ah, Miss Greengrass, I was hoping to speak to your mother tonight, but it seems she has left early," Baron Harkonen said approaching her.
"Yes, she had an unfortunate accident, Baron Harkonen" Daphne said shuddering slightly at the man she had hoped to avoid given how he had been learning at her all night.
"Please call me Vladomir," he said stepping closer.
"What business do you have with me Baron Vladomir Harkonen," Daphne said.
"Oh, but we are at a gala, business can wait a moment," he said as the music resumed. "Shall we," he said, offering her his hand.
"I'm…." Daphne said.
"I insist," he said, taking her hand. "I find the music makes it harder for prying eyes to listen in.
"Yes," Daphne said stiffly as the Russian man put his large hand around her waist. "Now what was it you wish to discuss with me?"
"I simply wanted to say that the blood samples you sent to me were illuminating. The magical genes they contain are the purest I have ever seen, and the power is immense. However, the true discovery is the cellular structures. They have organelles I have never seen before," Vladimir said.
"Organelle…." Daphne said, giving him a confused look.
"Yes, think of it like a miniature organ inside the cell, that performs a particular function. We are currently calling them magiplasts as some generate magic, and others store magic. It would explain how they survived petrification for so long. Let your mother know that the early tests have proven successful," Vladimir said.
"I will let her know," Daphne said. "Might I ask how the unrest in Russia is affecting your holdings," Daphne asked.
"Not in the slightest and soon Russia will return to its former glory, and it is all thanks to you my dear," Vladimir said moving his hand lower to cup Daphne's posterior.
"Baron," Harkonen," Daphne muttered feeling his hands on her and his gaze dropping to her chest.
"Do you mind if I cut in," Emma said as she danced over with Dan.
"No," Daphne said quickly.
"Yes," Vladimir said.
"But I had been hoping to talk to you about setting up an aid camp for the current unrest in Russia," Emma said as Dan pulled Daphne away.
"I am…." Vladimir winced as Emma drove her heel into his foot.
"Shut up and dance you dirty old man," Emma hissed.
"I…." Vladimir began.
"I don't care," Emma said. "You were being a perverted old man, and you have two options."
"You dare threaten me," Vladimir said.
"Yes," Emma said.
"I will," Vladimir said hissing as Emma stomped on his foot again.
"Do nothing," Emma said. "I may have less magic than a loofa, but all the eyes are on me now thanks to Catherine Greengrass. Eyes that include Jessica Atreides, Maria Tepes, Fairy Queen Elaine, Anna the Gorgon Matou, Appoline Delcour, Perenelle Flamel, and my daughter who probably wants to freeze an appendage off after putting your hands on a sweet young girl," Emma said stomping on his foot again. "Now shut up and dance monkey."
"Thank you," Daphne whispered, resting her head against Dan.
"No problem, you are a sweet young woman, who didn't deserve that," Dan said as they danced.
"Yes, I did, I'm a monster," Daphne muttered so softly no one could hear her.
