Chapter 47- Friendly Visits
July 1995
Tuesday July 11th
"Aunt Catherine, may I have a friend come and visit me," Victoria said as they ate dinner.
"I will not have that box headed woman or her demon spawn in my house," Catherine snapped.
"Hee-hee, someone's in trouble," Daphne snorted.
Victoria sighed lightly dabbing her lips with her napkin before placing it back on her lap. "Aunt Catherine, we will simply have to agree to disagree on my friends from the continent. However, have no intention of inviting someone who will cause you such distress. I was actually going to invite Marcus Flint, a member of the Slytherin quidditch team."
"A commoner," Catherine said glaring at Victoria.
"Yes, he is a commoner, but he is talented, and you always told us not to overlook talent," Victoria said.
"That is true, but I would hardly consider talent as a school yard game to be something worth investing in," Catherine said.
"I would hardly call quidditch a school yard game, and I never said his talent was quidditch," Victoria said.
"Then what is his talent," Catherine said.
"While it is true that he has a talent for flying, his true gift is in adaptability. Regardless of what happens at school he remains level headed and he has a knack for planning and seeing the rules in ways that others do not," Victoria replied.
After a long pause to sip on a glass of red wine, Catherine replied gently placing the glass on the table. "I will allow it."
"Thank you, Aunt Catherine," Victoria replied.
"May I have some friends over as well," Daphne asked.
"Are you sure that is wise given recent events," Catherine said.
"Yes, if Victoria can have friends over so can I," Daphne protested.
"You have friends," Victoria said softly.
"Yes, I do," Daphne said puffing her cheek in an exaggerated pout.
"And who might this friend be," Victoria said.
"Tracy," Daphne said.
"Tracy is your friend," Victoria said, cocking an eyebrow at her sister.
"Yes, she is," Daphne said before storming off.
Mid-Morning Wednesday July 12th
Dear Tracy,
How is your summer going? Mine has been a disaster. Stupid Astoria now thinks she's my second cousin and not my sister. And I think someone is messing with my food, because no matter what I do I keep gaining weight, and my magic feels weaker. If I don't do something soon I'll be fatter than you and Pansy, no offense, but I do not want to be the fat girl. But that's not even the worst of it, Mom found out I am going to be in remedial classes and she took my title from me and forced me into the branch family. Now I'm just a baronet like you, that's practically a commoner. Oh, crap that means Pansy out ranks both of us. We need to stick together against that stupid blond bimbo. So um, do you maybe want to come over and visit for a while. We can work on our homework and try on clothes and stuff.
Daphne Beaufort formerly Greengrass
"Why thank you Daphne, through your own weakness you have advanced my plans immensely. I thought I was going to have to convince Lady Greengrass you were not deserving of your title, but you went and did it all by yourself, you pathetic excuse for a witch," Tracy chuckled rereading the letter. "And yes, I can certainly bring some clothes along," she said looking back towards her closet. "But more importantly I think it's time to bring in the bimbo."
Evening of Wednesday July 12th
Dear Pansy,
As I am sure you are aware, Daphne Greengrass is no longer a countess, or a member of the Greengrass family having been demoted to Daphne Beaumont a Baronet. However, I digress, as Daphne has graciously invited me to the manor so that we can do our summer homework, and come up with a plan to stick together against the stupid blond bimbo that now out ranks us. Now I would never be so rude as to personally invite a friend along to another's house. But I would be remiss in my duties if I did not inform you that a baronet would not have the standing to refuse a baroness.
Tracy
PS- She seems to be having a weight problem, and thinks that we might have clothes that fit her for some reason.
"Oh I am going to enjoy this, little miss perfect prissy pants, or should I say big defective bitch," Pansy giggled excitedly, grabbing her pen.
Morning of Thursday July 13th
Dear Tracy,
So what mother told me is true, that is something. Something I think I need to see for myself. Who could have imagined that little miss perfect prissy pants Daphne would have turned into such a mess. A mess I think I need to see for myself, so yes, I will be joining you, Baroness's privilege.
Pansy
PS- I do not understand how she thinks I might have something that might fit her, I was never the fat one.
"Excellent," Tracy said looking over the letter. "Now what to wear," she said pushing away from her desk.
Afternoon of Thursday July 13th
Dear Daphne,
A chance to visit would be lovely, mother is working me to the bone this summer, so I have barely had a minute to myself. Honestly, I am not sure what is going on with her, but I think it has something to do with Millie's mother acquiring several contracts that mother wanted. I'll have to dig through my closet a bit to find some things but I might have a few items that might work. Us baronet's need to stick together after all.
Dame Tracy Davis
"Yes, this is going to be great," Daphne cheered clutching the letter in her hand as she skipped down the hallway.
"What is going to be great, munchkin," Victoria said coming around the corner looking down at Daphne.
"My name is Daphne, not munchkin Astoria, and just so you know Tracy is coming to visit," Daphne protested glaring at her sister. "And why are you all sweaty and what are you wearing."
"It's called a run, and what is wrong with my outfit," Victoria said, flicking a stray lock of dark blue hair behind her back.
"You're showing so much skin it's positively scandalous," Daphne said.
Victoria sighed, rolling her eyes. "That's rich, my running shorts and a tank top, has nothing on your lewdness."
"I am not lewd," Daphne snapped, stomping her foot making her large breasts bounce.
"Says the girl with the bouncing breasts," Victoria said poking the large soft orbs.
"You're just jealous because I'm bigger than you," Daphne said, placing her hands on her large hips.
"Hardly," Victoria said with a laugh. "All that extra weight just pulls you down. It's no wonder you are short.
"I am not short," Daphne said.
"Just keep telling yourself that," Victoria said, messing up her hair before walking off.
"Stupid, Astoria, I'll show her," Daphne muttered as she tried to fix her hair.
Friday Morning July 14th
"It's too early," Johanna sighed as they headed towards the magical district of Vaduz.
"9:30am is too early, what happened to the girl who would get up at the crack of dawn to go skating," Dan said.
"The same one who didn't get back from ballet practice until late last night," Johanna sighed. "I don't know it's just I have more energy at night now."
"You know if you weren't so lazy in the mornings, you wouldn't have to stay up so late," Dan chuckled.
"I am not lazy," Johanna pouted as they entered the magical town hall.
"Mr. Granger I presume, an elderly man with gray hair and a well-trimmed beard said as Emma entered the room with Johanna close behind.
"Yes, and the pleasure is mine Mr. Gregorovitch," Dan said, extending a hand to the man.
"I could say the same," Gregorovitch replied, shaking his hand. "It is not every day that a squib was able to find me, let alone make a request of me."
"I had help," Dan replied.
"Ah yes, the dwarves and fairies," Gregorovitch said.
"They were the ones who told me you were the best," Dan replied.
"True, but some might consider Olivander just as good," Gregorovitch stated.
"Yes, and I did have a wand from Olivander before it blew up in my hand," Johanna explained holding up a clear plastic bag with the shattered remains of her wand.
"You blew up one of Olivanders creations," Gregorovitch said.
"Yes," Johanna said, handing him the bag. "Feel free to examine the remains if you like?"
A long wand slipped out of the billowing cuff of his robe and slid gently into his hand as Johanna placed the remains on the table. His wand drifted back and forth over the remains as arcs of green, and silver light crackled from the fragments. His eyes rose to look at Johanna. "Tell me, what were you doing when this wand exploded."
"Tapping a leyline to power a large scale transformation matrix, to drive off a dementor attack," Johanna explained.
"Yes, that would explain the traces of aether," Gregorovitch said.
"Aether?" Johanna asked.
"Tell me, child what is mana?" Gregorovitch asked.
"Mana or spiritual force is the term we use to describe the energy that our bodies create and use to perform magic," Johanna said.
Gregorovitch looked away from the fragments sitting a little taller as he looked over the silver haired girl. "I noticed you said create, and perform instead of gift, and cast spells."
"Energy cannot be created or destroyed, only changed between different types of energy, and it is possible to perform magic without casting a spell," Johanna replied.
"It seems you understand magic more than many who would call themselves wizards or witches," Gregorovitch stated.
"I don't know if that says more about my daughter or the sad state of what counts for intelligence on the magical side of the world," Dan said.
"Dad," Johanna pouted, stomping her foot.
"I suspect it is the former rather than the latter," he said. "Not tell me are there other forms of life that can generate magic."
"Yes," Johanna replied.
"Wait, you're not saying what I think you are saying," Dan gasped.
"Yes," Gregorovitch replied, raising an eyebrow and cracking a small smile. "But I am surprised that you know about Aether and the power of Mother Earth."
"There are some scientists who consider the Earth to be a living breathing organism, I just didn't think magic would prove it correct," Dan said.
"Much like non magicals, wizards and witches debate whether or not the planet is alive, but what they all agree on is that the planet has its own magic power and that power or aether as we like to call it circulates through the planet in channels called leylines," Gregorovitch explained. "While uncommon, witches and wizards do occasionally tap leylines for their aether. What truly intrigues me is this, so very similar to it and yet completely different at the same time," Gregorovitch said as a fragment gave off a silver glow. "Now this is a magic that I have not seen in over a century," he said gazing at the fragment. "Tell me where you come across such power?"
Johanna looked at her father for a moment, the pair nodding before Dan spoke. "Do we have your word that what we say will remain strictly confidential?"
"Yes, I am willing to swear such an oath," Gregorovitch said, holding up his wand.
"Thank you but no oaths will be necessary, your word is enough for me," Johanna said pushing his hand down.
"To place such trust, without a magical oath," Gregorovitch said with a slight gasp.
"The fairies would not have recommended you if I couldn't trust you," Johanna said with a smile.
"Very true," Gregorovitch said.
"That power you recognize is from a divine spirit, specifically the divine spirit of the moon," Johanna said, watching him carefully.
"And where did you come across such power, the gods have long since left the mortal coil, leaving barely a trace of their existence behind," Gregorovitch replied. "Surely there can't be another one," he muttered softly.
"Artemis," Johanna replied.
Gregorovitch reeled back in his chair as if he was struck by something. "A divine spirit still walks the mortal realm."
"Yes, and no I will not tell you where she is, or how I contacted her," Johanna said.
"And that is information I would rather not have," Gregorovitch said. "But I must ask how were you able to convince the spirit of the moon to give up her power freely?..." He asked before holding up a hand as Johanna was about to speak. "No wait, she is the one that helped you drive off the dementors."
"Yes, Artemis, performed a mana transfer ritual so that I could channel the power through the spell," Johanna replied.
"A divine spirit gifted you with it's celestial mana," Gregorovitch said.
"Yes, well I was sort of drained at the time, so how else was I supposed to perform magic," Johanna said.
"I see," Gregorovitch replied. "Might I be permitted to perform a scan on your daughter Mr. Granger?"
"What sort of scan?" Dan asked.
"I wish to examine her magical circuits, the channels through which our magic flows. You see, celestial mana is different from human mana or aether. This is because it carries with it the divine spirits authority, or the aspects of the world they have control over." He explained.
"And this matters because?" Dan pressed.
"Mr. Granger, you consider yourself to be a man of science," Gregorovitch said.
"Yes," Dan replied.
"Then you understand how the body breaks down food, converting it into energy and building material for the body, and it does not retain its original form after the body uses it," he said.
"Yes," Dan said.
"Magic works much in the same way, be it mana or aether the body uses the magic and it does not retain its original properties afterwards," he said stroking his beard.
"That makes sense, conservation of energy and all," Johanna said as Dan nodded in agreement.
"Except when it comes to celestial mana, which is an extension of a divine spirit's power and authority over the world," Gregorovitch said. "The authority causes the mana to linger."
"Are you saying that I still have traces of celestial mana inside me," Johanna said as Dan grew concerned.
"Can this negatively harm a person," Dan asked growing concerned.
"In my experience yes," he said raising a hand to stifle their gaspes. "However, this was prolonged exposure, from a very different spirit."
"What did you experience," Dan asked.
"An extreme lack of respect for my own personal safety, and an inflated sense of my own dueling abilities," Gregorovitch replied.
"So, you became an adrenaline junkie with no fear of death," Johanna said.
"Yes," the older man replied. "And I do not think that is something you will suffer from."
"Because she already is," Dan muttered, nudging her daughter.
"Dad," Johanna pouted.
"It is better to be safe than sorry," Gregorovitch finished.
"Agreed, and you may perform your scan," Dan said.
"Thank you," he said, raising his wand. "Interesting," he muttered, waving his wand over Johanna. The old man's eyes locked on the colors, and movement of Johanna's magic and the lingering celestial mana as it circulated through her body. "Very interesting indeed, I see you accomplishing great things in the future." He said before ending the spell.
"What is interesting," Dan asked. "Is it something I need to be worried about."
"No, not in the slightest," Gregorovitch said. "But you might experience some changes."
"Such as," Dan said.
"I suspect that your daughter may become more of a night owl, and will have more resistance to disease, as Artemis is the Greek Goddess of the moon, the hunt and young girls," Gregorovitch said.
"Hah, told you I wasn't lazy," Johanna said pointing a finger at her father.
"Sure, blame it on Artemis," Dan replied rolling his eyes.
"Yes, it seems that the divine spirit who freely gave you her magic has taken a liking to you, and has granted you a small sliver of her power," Gregorovitch said holding up a hand to Johanna's increasingly excited face, her blue eyes gleaming with excitement. "No, I do not know how to use such power."
"Nuts," Johanna muttered.
"What I can do is make you a new wand," Gregorovitch said.
"And here I thought we were going to have to twist your arm to get you to come out of retirement," Dan said.
"No, it would be my pleasure to craft a wand, no, a masterpiece for your daughter," Gregorovitch said.
"Thank you," Dan and Johanna said.
"You are welcome, now come it is time for us to begin," Gregorovitch said.
"But I thought you made the wand," Dan said.
"I do, but this isn't a mass-produced model, but a custom creation, crafted to fit your daughter's exact specifications," Gregorovitch said. "Now do you perhaps know your element?"
"Yes, ice," Johanna replied.
"Fitting for an accomplished figure skater," the old man said.
"You know about that," Johanna said.
"I'm retired, not dead," Gregorovitch chuckled. "And I saw your performance at the Olympics."
"Oh…" Johanna said pink dusting her cheeks as Dan chuckled a little as Gregorovitch removed what at least to Dan looked like a grip strength tester attached to a quill and parchment. "What's that?"
"This my dear is a device that judges the aptitude of your magic, so that the wand is perfectly attuned with your magic," Gregorovitch replied.
"So, I just grab it and try and cast a spell," Johanna said.
"Yes," a surprised Gregorovitch replied.
"It's just like gem casting then," Johanna said grabbing the device and channeling her magic into it. "Frien," she whispered.
"That is enough," Gregorovitch said before waiting for the device to begin writing down the results. "Very potent with a talent for elemental transfiguration, runic circles, and gem magic. Then there is the celestial mana to consider," he muttered. "And to think that Olivander thought a dragon heartstring core would be a match for you, preposterous." He scoffed looking over the results. "Now the rest you can complete at home," he said, handing Johanna a sheet of questions to fill out.
"Homework," Johanna said incredulously.
"Yes, that is to ensure that the wand is not just an effective tool at casting magic, but a work of art, that acts as an extension of your body," he said with a smile.
"You can do it while you stay up late howling at the moon," Dan laughed.
"I do not," Johanna snapped.
Sunday July 16th
"Dang when Victoria said this place was big she wasn't kidding," Marcus said as he walked up the long tree lined pathway leading to the Greengrass manor. "And that must be the spot where Johanna and the countess fought," he said as his eyes were pulled to the side of the manor where construction still appeared to be going on. With his eyes on the garden, he missed a blue haired girl slipping out from behind the tree's shoes in her hand, her feet stepping softly on the gravel as she stalked up to him. Standing up on her toes so she could whisper in his ear.
"It's a bit ostentatious for my tastes, but I love what my sister did to the place," Victoria said.
"Gah!" Marcus exclaimed, jumping into the air before landing on his but looking at a girl's legs. Long slender legs clad in blue stocking that ended mid-thigh before showing some skin before he saw a white skirt on slender hips and a slim waist. His eyes bulged at the site of a crisp white shirt pulled impossibly tight over a small but growing bustline.
"See something you like," Victoria giggled winking at him before he averted his eyes.
"Victoria," Marcus said, scrambling to his feet.
"I see you've been doing some growing as well," she said looking at the muscles on his arms and shoulders.
"I've been doing a lot of training for quidditch and for other things," Marcus said thinking back over the last year.
"What sort of things," Victoria asked.
"Next time, I'll do the protecting," he said softly under his breath.
The blue haired girl's face went flush as she felt a weakness in her knees. "Marcus you dummy," she muttered, playing with her long sky-blue hair.
"You heard that," Marcus gasped.
"Hello singer, my hearing has to be good, and the next time," she said.
"We can protect everyone together," Marcus and Victoria said in unison.
"Jinx," Marcus said, causing Victoria to giggle as she slipped her shoes back on.
"So how are you holding up," he finally asked as they headed towards the house.
"Not too bad all things considered," Victoria shrugged. "Daphne's turning into an annoying little turd, and Cathy has been threatening to kick me out since I am only her first cousin once removed or something like that. Plus, Mina has been a big help."
"How the tables have turned, and who is Mina?" Marcus asked.
"You have no idea and Mina is the maid who looked over me when I was younger, and who is helping me escape when the time comes," Victoria said.
"And when is that time," Marcus asked.
"During the Monaco arts festival," Victoria said.
"She is going to let you go," Marcus said.
"Well, I was personally invited to perform, so she can't not let me go," Victoria said.
"Excellent," Marcus said.
"So enough about me what is going on out there," Victoria asked.
"She's still controlling your mail," Marcus said.
"More or less, I can get a few things through Mina and I can mail you and Lavender but Lavenders not…." Victoria trailed off as Marcus looked towards the ground.
"Marcus what's wrong…." Victoria asked.
"It's Lavender…" Marcus said.
"What happened," Victoria said, stopping dead in her tracks.
"Victoria," Marcus said, taking her hand.
"Please just tell me," Victoria pleaded.
"Victoria, Lavender's missing," Marcus said.
"What do you mean she is missing," Victoria said, her knees trembling.
"My parents said Lavender's mother confronted your mom at the Hogwarts PTA meeting about it. Lavender was at Saint Mungo's but then she wasn't and April told your mom that Saint Mungos said it was better this way.
"The hell it is," Victoria said.
"Agreed," Marcus said. "And I don't know what your mom is planning, but from what I heard she got that look in her eye like Johanna does when she's about to do something crazy."
"Good," Victoria said standing a little taller. "Now tell me some good news."
Marcus gulped, tugging the neck of his shirt. "Um, yeah about that…."
"Marcus what happened," Victoria said.
"Well, you see…" Marcus said.
"See what," Victoria pressed.
"You kind of sort of….." Marcus said.
"Kind of sort of what…" Victoria said, glaring at him.
"Got expelled," Marcus said.
"What do you mean I got expelled," Victoria yelled her voice booming across the grounds of the manor.
"Yes, well apparently, the dementor attack so traumatized a silenced Liz Tuttle that your "aunt" had no choice but to demand that you be expelled, and she had more support including the under secretary of education who sided with them expelling you," Marcus explained.
"Well, that sucks," Victoria groaned. "But honestly I can't say I am surprised given how she came back from the meeting smiling like," she sighed walking past the line of trees flopping down on the grass.
"I'm sorry," he said sitting down next to her.
"It's not your fault," Victoria replied.
"I know, but I was the one that gave Lucian the plan, that…." Marcus said.
"And I was part of the performance that certainly pressed a few buttons," Victoria said sitting up. "And it's not like we could have predicted what happened."
"Yeah, I know," Marcus said. "But that doesn't make it suck any less."
"Agreed," she said, placing her hand on his as a gentle breeze drifted across the grounds. The pair just sat there looking at the sky as the clouds slowly passed overhead.
"I was lonely, I was sad, I was feeling awfully bad, My heart was broken," Victoria began to sing her voice carrying across manor." But you came into my life, And you made my future bright, Your eyes had spoken, And they took the hurt away from me, The rain that fell within my heart is swept away, The clouds break open and I see the day." She sang as Marcus squeezed her hand. "Here by your side, No more reason to hide my feelings inside, And I'll gladly share each one of them with you, If you let me."
"I already told you I would," Marcus said softly making Victoria blush.
"Light all around me, I feel it surround me, Shining down from above, This is love," Victoria sang, ending her song. "Did you like it, it's a new one."
"Yes, very much, and It seems being here hasn't silenced your muse or dulled your voice in the slightest," Marcus said.
"Thanks, and all I have is time. I already finished my summer work but it seems that was a waste since I won't be going back to Hogwarts this year, and I can't even practice magic since my wand is being stupid," Victoria said.
"Oh, that's right," Marcus exclaimed, digging into his bag.
"What's right," Victoria said.
"Well, our mom's figured that if your sister was having trouble with her wand you would be too," Marcus said, pulling out a stack of paper and a few other items from the bag.
"What is all this," Victoria asked.
"These are for your new custom wand," he said.
"Oh…." Victoria said.
"Yep, a new wand for a new you is what your mother told me to tell you," Marcus said.
"I like that," Victoria said. "And what is all this…." she said looking at a second stack of books and paper.
"Class selection and summer work for Saint Hilde's," Marcus said.
"Fun more homework, but at least it's something to do," Victoria said.
Break
"Ugh really," Tracy groaned as Victoria's voice drifted across the manor.
"I really don't see what the problem is," Pansy replied.
"You mean you actually like her," Tracy groaned turning towards her friend.
"No, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate her music," Pansy said.
"Really," Tracy sighed.
"Oh honestly I don't see what the big deal is. Just because she can sing doesn't remove the fact that she is still a little turd…." Pansy said as they spotted Victoria and Marcus on their way towards the manor. Her jaw dropped as her head turned to the girl with the sky-blue hair singing and dancing in the wind. "Um, Tracy…"
"What now," Tracy sighed.
"Correct me if I am wrong, but that is Victoria Granger over there with Marcus Flint, correct," Pansy said pointing at them.
"No, that is Astoria Greengrass, and Marcus Flint," Tracy said.
"Tracy, Astoria is a fat little turd with mousy brown hair, not a lithe girl with sky blue hair," Pansy replied.
"Ugh, you are such an idiot," Tracy groaned.
"I am not an idiot, and I do not like your tone Baronet Davis, or do I need to remind you who you are talking to," Pansy said.
"No," Tracy hissed, grinding her teeth.
"Good," Pansy said. "Now can you tell me why I am seeing Victoria while hearing Astoria?"
"That is because they are the same person," Tracy said.
"They are…." Pansy said.
"Yes, she is using the same magic that Hermione did to turn herself into Johanna," Tracy said.
"Are you sure because…" Pansy said looking at them.
"Yes, I am sure, and it is the same magic that is changing Daphne," Tracy said.
"Interesting," Pansy replied, putting a finger to her chin as they continued on their way. "So, you're telling me that Johanna used to be that fat mudblood gremlin we always had fun with," Pansy said, trying to reconcile the two.
"That is what I have been saying," Tracy yelled her voice cracking.
"Ugh calm down, you sound like a banshee," Pansy replied. "With them kicked out it's not like we'll have to worry about them," she said, earning a scathing look from Tracy. "That said you could get on the cheer team now thunder thighs."
"Do these looks like thunder thighs to you," Tracy shot back.
Pansy took a second look at her friend wearing a short green skirt, white blouse and red sweater, something that could have passed for a school uniform. Tracy's legs looked longer and slimmer than they were during the school year. "No, I guess not," she said. "Still kind of thick though."
Tracy bit her tongue content to glare at Pansy as she skipped along ahead of her. "Don't forget that Daphne isn't a Greengrass anymore, you dumb blond." She muttered as they reached the front door. Pansy didn't get a chance to knock as the door was thrown open slamming into the surprised blond throwing her back, stumbling over the railing into the landscaping.
"Tracy you came," Daphne exclaimed, rushing out of the door.
The red head didn't even flinch at the approaching human cannonball, casually stepping to the side leaving her foot out.
"Oh crap," Daphne squealed as she tripped, flying off the end of the porch limbs flailing before she impacted the ground leaving a divot in the gravel.
The red-haired girl couldn't help but smirk as she walked over to Daphne. "Well hello to you to Daphne," she said looking down at her friend.
"Tracy," Daphne muttered looking up at her friend and classmate more than a little taken back by her pale skin and pale red hair.
"Yes, who else were you expecting," Tracy said as Daphne rolled over onto her back.
"I dunno, stupid Astoria said Marcus was coming today," Daphne said.
"I think you mean your cousin Victoria, and we passed her and Marcus on our way here," Tracy said. "You are looking well fed," Tracy said surprised by how much Daphne had changed in only a few short weeks. The once refined and aristocratic cheekbones were lost underneath large fleshy cheeks, rounding Daphne's face and making her look more common and plain. Even her eyebrows had turned the same dull brown as her hair and were looking bushier.
"Yes, our cook is one of the best in England," Daphne slowly stood up.
"I can see that," Tracy whispered, her eyes closely examining this new Daphne. The prodigious bust she seemed so proud of with the way she thrust it out, but Tracy knew the real reason and that was to hide the fact that even with the poorly hidden corset, Daphne's waist was close to double in size. And when combined with the flare of her skirt tried to give the illusion of having some sort of curve to her figure beyond her large chest.
"But don't worry I still think your muffins are the best," Daphne said.
"Then you are in luck," Tracy said holding out a basket.
"Yes," Daphne cheered, reaching for the basket only for Tracy to pull it back.
"Restraint much," Tracy said, noting the way the sleeves pulled tight like sausage casings on the soft flesh of Daphne's arms along with the slight sweat stains in her armpits. The girl's legs weren't much better straining the white tights as they squashed against one another halfway to her knees.
"I'm a growing girl," Daphne said.
"Out, maybe," Pansy said brushing herself off as she stepped out of the bushes.
"Pansy what are you doing here," Daphne yelped.
"I ran into Tracy shopping the other day and she let it slip that she was visiting Greengrass Manor today," Pansy said.
"So, you just decided to invite yourself along," Daphne said. "That's…"
"A baroness privilege I suppose," Pansy replied.
"Yeah, well I'm," Daphne began to say, hands on her hips an assertive look returning to her murky eyes that shifted between blue and brown.
"A baronet," Pansy said, her words like a slap across the face.
"Well, I am…." Daphne protested.
"A Beaufort, not a Greengrass," Tracy chimed in, causing Daphne to shrink back.
"Well, I was a Greengrass," Daphne said.
"Was a Greengrass, Ms. Beaufort," Pansy pressed. "And I do not appreciate having a door slammed into my face," Pansy said glaring at Daphne.
"Um, sorry," Daphne said.
"Your apology is appreciated, but I think I am going to require something more Baronet Beaufort," Pansy said, glaring at her with a hint of anger in her voice.
Blue eyes met brown as Daphne and Pansy stared off much to Tracy's delight. She was worried her blond-haired friend was going to play nice, and she would have to be the one pressuring Daphne, but so far Pansy was meeting her expectations. After letting Daphne twist in the wind, a bit longer she stepped in. "If I may interject Baroness Parkinson," Tracy said, stepping forward.
"You may Baronet Davis," Pansy said.
"It is clear that Daphne is still coming to terms with her recent revocation and drop in status to the lowest rank of nobility, that said, she is still in possession of clothes that are now above her station. Perhaps one of those could serve as compensation for the slight of slamming you in the face with a door," Tracy said.
"Yes, I suppose that will do," Pansy said as Daphne let out a sigh of relief. "1 ball gown for dirtying my dress, 1 dress for the pain of being hit by the door, and 1 outfit for your impudence, with shoes and accessories of course." She said with a wink.
"You can have 1 dress, and nothing else," Daphne snapped.
Tracy spun around glaring at Daphne. "Are you insane, you can't anger a baroness like that."
"I am not giving that stupid bimbo my wardrobe, just for hitting her when all I did was open the door," Daphne snapped. "Who does she think she is anyway."
"She is Baroness Parkinson who just so happens to outrank you," Tracy said.
"She is only one rank higher," Daphne said.
"I'll show you one rank higher," Pansy growled.
"You don't scare me," Daphne shot back. Pansy's eyes locked on Daphne as she bent her knees slightly before leaping over them spinning in the air before landing behind Daphne.
"I don't what, Baronet Beaufort," Pansy whispered in Daphne's ear.
"I um, well," Daphne stammered as Tracy looked past her towards Pansy.
"Pansy that was an impressive display of ballet, and cheerleading skill, which should make you a shoe in for the team captain this year, but please there is no need to sully the doorstep of Greengrass Manor with violence," Tracy said.
"I agree I was simply trying to show Miss Beaufort here that the Parkinsons are not ones to be taken lightly," Pansy said.
"Of course," Tracy said. "If Daphne were to offer something more would that serve as compensation for this slight against you."
"I….." Daphne began to say.
"Daphne you saw how I fared against Johanna last year," Tracy said. "You look to be in the same or worse shape than I was during that duel, and Pansy is comparable to Johanna when it comes to their agility. So do you honestly think that you can best Pansy in a duel." She said looking Daphne directly in the eye.
"Do you want to try and find out," Pansy whispered in Daphne's ear as she began to sweat. "Mother has been teaching me magic this summer, very interesting magic," Pansy said, running a hand down Daphne's short ponytails. "Can you honestly say the same, Daphne Beaufort."
Tracy couldn't help but smile watching the growing sweat stains in Daphne's armpits, and a look of dread in her eyes. "If Daphne were to gift you a ball gown, two dresses, and three outfits of your choosing with the accompanying shoes and accessories, would that cover the previously mentioned insults," Tracy said as Daphne's eyes went wide. "With a proper apology for her subsequent stubbornness."
"Yes, that would be amenable, Baronet Davis," Pansy said.
"Now I believe you have something to say, Daphne," Tracy said, placing her hands-on Daphne's shoulder and turning her around.
Her chin tilted downward forming a sizable double chin, Daphne's eyes stared at Pansy's feet. "Pansy…." she said softly, feeling their eyes one her. "Baroness Parkinson please forgive my clumsy and rude behavior. It was above my station as a baronetess to act in such a way to a lady of higher noble birth. Might I offer you a ball gown of the highest make along with a pair of designer dresses, and three outfits that I think would be perfect for a baroness such as yourself," Daphne said, forcing her body to curtsy as Tracy watched from behind with a slight smirk.
"Apology accepted Miss Beaufort," Pansy said with a slight nod of her head as Daphne let out a sigh of relief.
"Now will you invite us inside or should we spend the whole day outside baking in the sun," Tracy said.
"Yes, of course, all me to invite you to Greengrass Manor," Daphne said, leading them inside.
"You clumsy oaf," she said, shaking her head as she observed Daphne's interactions with her friends. "Sacred by a simple display of agility, and submitting to one of equal rank… pathetic," Catherine spat. "Whatever lingering interest I had in you Daphne is gone, you are nothing but the stains I left on the sheets that night, and nothing more." Catherine said as her gaze focused on Pansy and Tracy as they walked inside. "The Parkinson heir is certainly capable," she muttered. "But the real question is who are you Tracy Davis…" she said as Tracy looked towards her window just before entering the house.
"Mistress," a house elf said, popping into the room a few minutes later.
"Yes," Catherine replied, turning to look at the elf.
"Tracy Davis, politely requests a moment of your time today, for a brief discussion," the elf said.
"Interesting," Catherine said cupping her chin. "Did she say what the discussion was about."
"She said it was a matter between a baronet and her liege lord, and not a discussion for the staff," the elf said.
"Very interesting," Catherine said, tapping a long finger on her chin before sitting down at her desk.
"Mistress," the elf asked, looking for instructions.
"Wait a moment, and you will deliver my reply," Catherine ordered, pulling out a piece of elegant paper as the elf stood at attention on the side of the room.
Break
If Daphne had thought the humiliation was over for the day, she was sadly mistaken as they entered her room. A room full of art supplies and half-finished paintings, drawings, and sculptures.
"Woh, art much," Pansy said as they entered.
"Messy," Tracy said, stepping over a pile of rags.
"It's not messy, I know where everything is," Daphne boasted as she walked into an easel. "Oops," she said, grabbing it before it could fall over.
"You know a messy room is a sign of a disorganized mind," Tracy said.
"It does not," Daphne whined, her voice talking on a bit of a nasally quality as she tripped over a pile of clothes. Clothes that had the telltale signs of being a bit too small for the new Daphne. Then there was the bed which looked more like a pile of sheets than a bed.
"This explains a lot," Tracy thought, spotting more than a few junk food wrappers and discarded plates strewn between the copious amount of art supplies scattered around the room. However, the most interesting at least in her mind was the old cosmetics piled high in the garbage can. "It seems like she's given up." Tracy thought with a smile running her finger along a dusty bookcase.
"I just hope your closet isn't a mess," Pansy said, rolling her eyes at the mess.
"Hey I always take care of my clothes," Daphne said proudly showing off her large walk-in closet that was more like a room with a sitting area with several long rows of clothing than ran from floor to ceiling.
"It's bigger than I expected," Pansy said.
"I might be a Beaufort but I am still part of the Greengrass family," Daphne said.
"Extended family, and a member of the branch house if I recall correctly," Tracy said.
"Yeah, yeah," Daphne replied.
"Ok, Daphne time to show me where your best stuff is," Pansy said, pulling Daphne along.
"Ok, ok," Daphne pleaded, struggling to keep up.
As Tracy watched them disappear into the cavernous closet, a letter fell neatly onto her lap.
To Tracy Davis, in Daphne Beaufort's closet Greengrass Manor,
Dear Miss Davis,
I will kindly grant you the opportunity to have tea with me this afternoon provided the following conditions are met.
1- Convince my former daughter that you also deserve a dress, one appropriate for sitting afternoon tea.
2- Find a way to arrive at tea without letting Daphne or Pansy know that you have left.
Accomplish these tasks and a house elf will be waiting outside Daphne's room to escort you to me.
I look forward to meeting you,
Countess Greengrass
"Challenge accepted," Tracy said, slipping the letter into a pocket as she stood up following the voices of her friends. "You naughty girl," Tracy muttered as Daphne tried to guide Pansy through her closet. "Pansy have you found anything yet."
"No, not yet, Daphne has informed me the better items are in the back," Pansy replied.
"But what about this one," Tracy said, pulling out a white and black dress.
"No that one's not any good," Daphne blurted out as she tried to take it out of her hands.
"But I thought this was the dress Johanna picked out for your last summer," Tracy said.
"Erk…." Daphne said slamming to a stop.
"That's right, she might be German but she has good taste," Pansy said. "You weren't thinking of trying to hide something from me."
Daphne's whole body shook as if she was physically struck by the blond's words. "I um well you see; it's been two years and…." Daphne stammered.
"Tracy would you mind checking to see if it has been charmed for resizing?" Pansy asked.
"Certainly," Tracy said pulling out her wand and muttering a spell. "As a matter of fact, it does."
"But…." Daphne pleaded as she looked at the dress Emma had bought for her.
"Yes, I think this will do nicely for a semi-formal dress," Pansy said, taking it from Tracy and laying it gently in an open trunk.
"But…" Daphne said, trying not to cry.
"A deal is a deal Daphne," Tracy said as Pansy pulled out a pair of black shoes that matched perfectly with the dress.
"Yes, but…." Daphne said.
"Pansy I think this hair tie would go well with the dress," Tracy said, plucking out a black bow from a nearby drawer.
"Yes, that would be lovely, and don't you think this dress will show off my legs," Pansy said, holding it up against her body.
"I agree," Tracy said, leaving out that the hem was perhaps a bit higher than what could be considered tasteful on her taller form.
"Then consider this the first dress," Pansy said, placing it aside.
"Perhaps something a bit more formal for you next one," Tracy said as she made a point of letting her eyes linger on the dress Emma had gotten for Daphne two summers ago.
"No," Daphne mouthed as Tracy focused on the dress.
"Do you see something good," Pansy asked as she packed the dress and shoes into a nice suitcase.
"Perhaps," Tracy said walking towards the dress.
"Tracy you can't," Daphne said.
"I can," Tracy replied.
"But you don't have to," Daphne pleaded.
"True, but what is in it for me," Tracy said.
"Because you're my friend," Daphne said.
"Also, true, and that is why I assisted you earlier, but I am wary of deceiving a baroness and incurring her wrath," Tracy said as Daphne's face fell. "However, I might be inclined to direct Pansy elsewhere with the proper compensation."
"Anything just keep her away from that dress," Daphne whispered.
"A dress for a dress then," Tracy said.
"Deal, and if you can get that dress back, I'll…." Daphne said, unable to get the word out fast enough.
"Give me 3 outfits of my choosing," Tracy said.
"Deal," Daphne said quickly, focusing on the dress.
"What are you two talking about?'' Pansy said as she tried on another outfit.
"Oh nothing," Tracy said, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. "Daphne was just telling me that she thinks white is your color, but if you want my honest opinion, I think blue is more your color," Tracy said. "Yes, the white represents your virtue as a baroness, but think a nice blue would show off your responsible nature more, as you are going to be a top contender for the cheer captain this year," Tracy said pulling a blue dress off a nearby hangar.
"I think you are forgetting Liz, and the German girls," Pansy said.
"But the Germans were expelled, and Liz is still recovering from her legs being shattered," Tracy said, holding up the dress for Pansy.
"That is true, and with mothers training I will have an advantage over the remaining members," she said, focusing her gaze on Daphne.
"What is that supposed to mean," Daphne said.
"With your rather expanded proportions I think it is safe to say that your future on the team is questionable," Pansy said.
"You're just jealous that I'm bigger," Daphne said, thrusting her chest out.
"How lewd, I didn't know you were that type of girl," Pansy replied while Tracy replaced the white dress with the blue on in the suitcase Pansy had pulled out.
"It's not lewd," Daphne shot back trying and failing to cover her chest.
"Pansy, how about this red dress to show Draco your passion," Tracy said holding up a red dress with a very low cut in the back.
"And how is that not lewd," Daphne said.
"You do realize this is one of yours," Tracy said.
"Yes," Daphne said.
"And yet you just called the dress lewd," Pansy said. "And this dress used to be yours," Pansy added holding up to see how it might look on her. "There for you are a lewd girl."
"It was a gift from Italy, and if you take it you'll be…." Daphne said as Pansy put a finger on her lips.
"Classy, not lewd," Pansy said, setting it in the suitcase.
"But…" Daphne whimpered as they moved past the dresses. Finally cracking a small smile as she saw none of her important dresses were in the suitcase. She offered Tracy a small nod of thanks before running to catch up with Pansy.
"Now it's time for a dress of my own," Tracy said to herself as she began to search through the copious amount of clothing Daphne had in her closet. "Now what sort of message do I want to convey. This is a big step for my plans, so green for new beginnings perhaps, and growth," she said pulling out several green dresses some of which looked quite dated from a fashion perspective. "But it needs…." she said, pulling out several of them for a closer look. "Yes, a bit of gold for the triumph I have accomplished today," she said, narrowing her selection. "And a touch of black for mystery," Tracy said, pulling out a dress. "And it is charmed to adjust to my size. Task 1 complete," Tracy said as she found matching brown heeled boots that went with the dress.
Setting the clothing aside she sat down and waited by the entrance of the closet for the others to arrive, listening to Pansy prattle on about Draco, and cheerleading. "You know Pansy, Liz shattered both her legs and will still be in recovery and the Granger girls were expelled. That just leaves you Mathew, and Millicent, on the senior team. Now I don't know about you but I have never heard of a male cheerleader, and you are more skilled than Millicent," Tracy said.
"What about me," Daphne protested which only caused the other girls to laugh.
"Really Daphne," Tracy said standing up.
"Hey I am a member of the team," Daphne said.
"For now," Pansy said.
"What is that supposed to mean," Daphne protested.
"I believe what Pansy is referring to is this," Tracy said enlarging a full-length mirror, Pansy and Tracy standing on either side of Daphne.
At first Daphne didn't see what Tracy was talking about as she looked in the mirror seeing herself in all her former glory as the countess Daphne Greengrass. Yet the longer she stared at it the more the events of the past year floated to the surface. The runes accident that destroyed her hair, causing it to become short brown and wavy. The potions debatable ruining her skin giving her freckles and bushier eyebrows. The stress she relieved by nibbling away at her nails. Every skipped cheerleading practice came back to bite her as she began to inflate like a balloon. Placing her hands on her waist she tried and failed to keep it from expanding as the fat oozed through her fingers. Hourglass turned into a rectangle as the fat pushed her hands away, falling down and pulling her body with it as her formerly long lithe legs turned into short pudgy sausages. Looking down at her feet she felt the double chin form as her feet exploded in size. After an eternity she tilted her eyes upward to see Daphne Beaumont looking back at her flanked by Pansy's lithe ballerina figure, and Tracy's more firm shapely curves in stark. "When did they get so tall and pretty," Daphne muttered. "I wonder if I can be like them someday," she thought squeezing her eyes shut. "No i am just as good as them, I am Daphne Greengrass, and just as good, no better than them." the Daphne in her mind boasts as she opened her eyes to see her reflection again on this time it had glasses, and braces looking suspiciously similar, but to what she couldn't place.
She smirked a little as she heard Daphne mutter something about when did they get so tall as they both passed her in height with Tracy being the tallest as Pansy lacked shoes at the moment.
"So, what if you are skinnier than me, I can lose the weight, and I'm already on the team which has to count for something," Daphne protested.
"Sorry not interested," Tracy said as Daphne let out a large sigh of relief.
"You're not," a confused Pansy said.
"No," Tracy replied. "While I have no doubt, I would be an excellent cheerleader, I would not want to take even the smallest amount of the spotlight away from Pansy," she said as they exited the closet.
"Then what will you do," Daphne asked.
"I am not sure yet, perhaps…." Tracy said as she tripped over several bottles of paint crashing into an easel sending paint and brushes flying. A muffled crash washed over the room as Tracy slammed into a table before falling to the ground.
"Nice going klutz," Pansy snickered.
"Argh," Tracy groaned flinging an easel off her.
"Tracy, I am so sorry," Daphne gasped, rushing to help.
"You know this wouldn't have happened if you weren't such a slob," Tracy said.
"I am not a slob," Daphne said as she tried to wipe off the paint.
"Stop, just stop," Tracy said, slapping Daphne's hands away.
"Sorry," Daphne said.
"Don't worry about it, Daphne, Tracy is just a clutz," Pansy said, putting a hand on Daphne's shoulder.
"You are going to get it," Tracy growled glaring daggers at Daphne.
"Oh, go take a shower and cool off you hot head," Pansy said, waving her off.
"I intend to," Tracy said, marching off towards Daphne's bathroom. "Why don't you have Daphne paint your portrait in that new ball gown of yours before she spills paint all over you."
"I've been wanting to try portraits," Daphne said.
"You don't say," Pansy replied.
"Yes," an excited Daphne beamed.
"Then I would like you to paint my portrait as the noble Baroness of Parkinson," Pansy commanded. A predatory smile crossed her lips watching Daphne scuttle about, delighted at being the one giving orders.
"Enjoy it while it lasts," Tracy muttered, taking one last look before closing the bathroom door, having pre-arranged her clothes before they left the closet. Quickly disrobing she spared a glass in the mirror, her hand pinching the soft flesh that stuck to her slightly convex stomach, and miniscule love handles. "Almost there," Tracy said as she stepped into the shower. The warm spray felt luxurious on her skin washing away the paint and more as she continued. "Good riddance," she said looking at the dirt swirling around the drain as she washed her hair squeezing red soapy water out of her hair. The longer she stayed in the spray the more she felt like her mistakes of the past were being washed away. Stepping out of the shower while leaving the water running, she saw her reflection in the mirror and smiled, her pale skin looking clearer, but perhaps the most striking was her once flaming red hair had paled to a light red dark pink color. "I don't know why you continue to fade, but I can't say that I mind, now that I control my passions," she said getting dressed and pulling her hair into a tasteful braid. Taking a final look in the mirror double checking her outfit she cracked the door to check on the others. Thankfully Pansy was still posing and Daphne was putting the final touches on the initial sketch. "I'll give the fat loser this, she does have a talent for art." Tracy muttered before pulling her wand. "Mana burst," Tracy whispered, letting the power build up in her wand. "Colloportus," Tracy whispered, aiming the spell at the lock. "Void step," Tracy whispered in a language lost to the world waiting for Daphne to ask Pansy to turn her head before making her way out of the room cloaked in silence.
"Excuse me but I have an invitation to tea with Lady Greengrass," Tracy said to the elf waiting by the door.
"Of course, right this way," the elf said.
Break
"Thank you for seeing me today Lady Greengrass," Tracy said with a curtsy after entering a small sitting room lined with windows. The afternoon sun shining gently through the windows illuminating Catherine who was sitting at a small table with tea and scones.
"Mysterious and triumphant new beginnings," Catherine said standing up and circling Tracy. "A far cry from the elegant anger I saw 8 months ago at the ministry ball."
"I have been working to better myself, Lady Greengrass," Tracy replied standing tall, holding her head high.
"Yes, you have," Catherine said, returning to her seat. "Now please have a seat."
"Your words honor me, my lady," Tracy said. "But first might I offer an apology."
"You may," Catherine said.
"Countess Greengrass, I wish to offer an apology for my mother's behavior at the Hogwarts PTA meeting last month. My mother placed monetary gain, ahead of her duty to her liege. As such I would like to offer an apology in her stead," Tracy said bowing deeply as she curtsied for a second time.
"I was unaware Gwendoline had chosen not to support me in voting the Grangers out of Hogwarts, but I accept your apology just the same. I must ask how you came across such information, as I do not think your mother sent you here to apologize in her stead," Catherine said.
"I overheard several of my mother's catering staff discussing events at an event recently, and put the pieces together," Tracy said. "Once I had determined what had occurred, I felt it would be in my best interest to offer an apology."
"A very curious choice of words, seeing as I do not suffer insults well, and I could revoke the Davis Baronet demoting you to a mere commoner," Catherine said.
"True you would be well within your rights to do such a thing, and if I thought I would lose the Davis Baronet. I would not have gone for a mysterious and triumphant new beginning," Tracy replied.
"So, tell me Tracy what is the goal of your triumphant new beginning," Catherine said before taking a sip of tea.
"Lady Greengrass, what would you say if I told you, I dreamed of being more than just a baronet," Tracy said.
"I would say that you are a fool," Catherine replied pausing to sip on her tea.
"Perhaps, but a fool would not have danced with a Russian diplomat or delivered a ring to its rightful owner," Tracy said.
"The fearless often rush into their own demise," Catherine said.
"Yet, fortune favors the bold," Tracy replied.
"And what is your boldness in pursuit of," Catherine said, placing her cup down and looking Tracy in the eye.
"Lady Greengrass, you are the woman every girl of proper breeding aspires to be. You have been a guiding force in the magical world for decades and at 95 years old, you retain the power and beauty of a woman a quarter or your age. You have been and will continue to be a force in the magical world for centuries. Through your guidance the Greengrass family has prospered, yet for all this there is one thing that you are lacking," Tracy explained.
"And that would be," Catherine said.
"A proper legitimate heir to your legacy," Tracy said, raising her eyes to meet Catherine's gaze. "Over the past year I have watched Daphne swander the gifts you have given her and failed to uphold the greatness of the Greengrass name. You must have felt the same or you would not have taken the actions you did."
"A bit presumptuous to think you know what I may or may not be thinking," Catherine replied.
"It is but your actions speak loudly Lady Greengrass," Tracy said.
"As do yours," Catherine replied. "However, what you are not saying speaks even louder." She said, placing her cup down as she looked Tracy in the eye, freezing her in place. "Tell me girl, why did you intervene at the Ministry Ball performing tasks I assigned to my daughter. Why did you send me letters informing me of the goings on at Hogwarts, and the actions of the Longbottom family."
Tracy met Catherine's gaze while bowing her head slightly. "Lady Greengrass, I respectfully state that my name is Tracy Davis and that I wish to be your heir," Tracy said.
If Catherine was surprised, she didn't show it leaning forward. "A mere baronet wishes to be my heir."
"Yes," Tracy replied.
"Noble titles are hereditary and cannot be transferred so easily, but if it were possible what makes you think that you are more worthy of being my heir when there are others," Catherine said darkly.
"It is correct that noble titles once granted are tied to families, but the Greengrass family has a method of removing and transferring them to another," Tracy said.
"Do I now," Catherine said, her lips forming a predatory smile.
"It is a rather well-kept secret, but I know it was the Greengrass Family that not only revoked the Weasley Dukedom, and took their flames of the white dragon combining it with the red dragon flames the Greengrass family already held creating the true Greengrass inheritance, the dragon core. This also explains why Daphne spoke about her magic being weaker. Even in her current state her magic should have remained strong, but the loss of her title removed her dragon core. Therefore, if you can remove a title and the traits connected to them, you can grant them as well." Tracy explained causing Catherine's facade to falter slightly.
"You are surprisingly well informed for a meere baronet," Catherine said, placing a hand on her wand.
"Knowledge is but one form of power, and is available to all if one knows how to listen," Tracy said.
"Only a few knew of the truths you spoke of," Catherine said, binding Tracy in flaming chains with a flick of her wand. "Now you will tell me who told you."
"And if I refuse," Tracy said.
"There will be one less baronet among the magical nobility," Catherine replied, tightening the flaming chains.
"Rest assured Lady Greengrass, on my magic I swear that my source is…" Tracy said grimacing slightly.
"I do not care, you will tell me, or you will die," Catherine growled as smoke began to waft off Tracy's body.
"Namtar," Tracy said as she started to burn.
"I have only heard of one other use that name," Catherine said, reducing the force of the flames, but keeping Tracy bound.
"Yes, I suppose that he would be aware of their true nature," Tracy said softly.
"Yes, Lord Voldemort has intimate knowledge of dementors," Catherine said.
"But can he speak to them," Tracy thought, keeping the fact that she could understand them to herself. "As you can see my source poses no risk to the Greengrass family."
"Perhaps, but you pose a risk as well," Catherine said.
"If I was, I would not have come to you Lady Greengrass," Tracy said.
"What of the Tuttles, or Malfoys," Catherine said.
"The Tuttle family has been weakening for decades, and their loss to the Grangers has only cemented their fall. I suspect it is only a matter of time before you revoke their status. The Malofy magic is strong, and their fortune vast, but you are the true power behind magical Britain, and the only one fit to rule. Lady Greengrass, my only desire is for the opportunity to prove that I can be a worthwhile heir to the Greengrass name," Tracy said, bowing her head.
"True, and thus far you have piqued my interest, and while I could potentially make you my heir, you do not fit the mold of a Greengrass," Catherine said looking over the girl who was more robust than a typical Greengrass woman.
"Thank you, and I have found that one's dreams can become reality if you put every aspect of your very being on the line for the sake of your dreams," Tracy said thinking of Hermione nee Johanna.
Catherine dismissed the flames with a flick of her wand. "Then for the sake of your dreams I shall allow you this chance to impress me Tracy Davis, and in light of your accomplishments I would like to offer you a boon."
"Thank you, Lady Greengrass your words honor me more than I deserve," Tracy replied.
"I admire your knowledge, ambition, and cunningness," Catherine said.
"Lady Greengrass might I interject," Tracy said.
"You may," Catherine said.
"I would not be sitting here today, if it were not for the assistance of another," Tracy said. "And if it pleases you, I would ask that you knight this person in compensation for the acts she has taken on my behalf, and to further ingrain this person to me."
"You wish to grace a commoner with the honor and privileges of knighthood, instead of yourself," a surprised Catherine said.
"The benefit of a loyal follower is worth more than what I would gain from being knighted," Tracy replied.
"Even if it were to the Ladies of Guinevere," Catherine said. "In some ways you will have elevated your acquaintance to a station higher than your own within certain circles."
"That may be true, but she will have received that position through me, and her age will prevent her from taking full advantage of those circles," Tracy replied.
"You are not worried that she still might find a way to surpass you," Catherine pressed.
"If she surpasses me then I deserve to be passed over," Tracy said.
Catherine chuckled leaning back in her chair. "Then I believe we have an agreement, Tracy Davis."