Summary: It's the summer before Harry's fourth year in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he is preparing for his trip to the Quidditch World Cup. He's recently learned that:

1) He has a godfather who was wrongly convicted of a crime he never committed.

2) The man who was friends with his parents and was truly responsible for betraying them to Voldemort, was still alive and escaped.

3) He's met a man who was both his professor and a close friend with his father and mother, in spite of his "Furry Condition".

4) Acquired a special map that his father, and his three friends, one of which eventually betrays him, along with his mother and framed his godfather, that shows everyone in Hogwarts castle.

But now, as he prepares to go with the Weasley's to the Quidditch World Cup, he learns from Dumbledore, that not only does he also have a godmother, but his parents also placed him in a betrothal marriage contract with a girl. Can Harry learn to accept the contract, and eventually come to love the girl? And can the two learn to overcome their differences, and accept that they must marry at their fifteenth birthdays? And if they do, can they face the hardships that will face them, when it comes to Harry Potter?

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Number 4, Privet Drive, Surrey Little Whinging

Harry Potter was sitting on the edge of his bed in his room, at Number 4 Privet Drive. Typically the boy with messy raven black hair and emerald green eyes would view his life at the residence of his relatives; his Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and cousin Dudley Dursley, as a miserable prison, rather than a home. Fortunately for the green eyed boy, he was going to be going to the Burrow, the home of the Weasley Family in a week. Harry enjoyed being with the Weasley's, especially since they always treated him like he was part of their family. The Weasley's were exactly what Harry imagined what an actual family would look like: happy, loving, accepting, loyal to each other, and always there for each other.

Harry had returned from his school, Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, finishing out his Third Year at Hogwarts. Harry's Third Year turned out to be quite an interesting one.

1) Hogwarts was temporarily being inhabited by dark creatures called Dementors; creatures that served as guards of the Wizard prison known as Azkaban, and fed on people's happiest memories, and generated deep feelings of depression; because of an escaped convict named Sirius Black, whom everyone believed was after Harry, and they took a great interest in him, making him relive the moment his mother was killed by Voldemort.

2) He discovered that Sirius Black was actually his godfather, and was falsely accused of betraying his parents, turning them and himself over to Lord Voldemort, and killing the man, who was also a close friend of his parents, that was really responsible along with twelve other Muggles; and that he was an animagi, a wizard with the ability to transform into an animal, in the form of a large black dog,

3) He met a man named Remus Lupin, who turned out to be the best Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts thus far, that was also a close friend of his parents, who had the unfortunate illness of being a werewolf; who also taught him how to cast the Patronus Charm, which was the only means of defense against the Dementors.

4) He helped his godfather and Remus reveal that the man who was truly responsible for betraying his parents, Peter Pettigrew, was still alive, after living as Ron's pet rat Scabbers for twelve years; even though the incompetent Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, didn't believe him.

5) He came to possess a special map that could show you wherever anyone in Hogwarts was at any given time, which was made by his father, godfather, Remus, and Peter during their student years at Hogwarts named the Marauders Map.

6) With the help of his best friend Hermione Granger, he used a special device called a Time Turner, and traveled back in time to save his godfather from the Dementors with the Patronus Charm, successfully casting it, and creating a corporeal Patronus in the shape of a Stag, which was the animagus form of his father.

All in all, Harry's Third Year was an interesting one. When Harry learned that he had a godfather, and that he was framed for the crime of his parent's deaths, Harry had a short time to speak with his godfather. Sirius had offered to give Harry a proper home, away from the Dursley's, and a great life with his godfather, and it all depended on finding and turning the true traitor, Peter Pettigrew, in alive; unfortunately because the night they caught Pettigrew fell on a full moon, Remus transformed into a werewolf, and didn't take his wolfsbane potion, allowing Pettigrew to use the moment of distraction to use his animagus powers to turn into his animagus rat form, and escape. Because Pettigrew escaped, and the fact that Cornelius Fudge was unwilling to believe him and his two best friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley that Pettigrew was alive, Sirius was forced to live as a fugitive. Now the only chance that Sirius ever has of being cleared of all charges and declared a free man, was if Pettigrew was found, and captured. Until then, Harry had no choice but to stay with the Dursleys.

But today, Harry was excited because he would be leaving in a week for the Weasleys to spend the rest of the summer with them, and attend the Quidditch World Cup with them. And better yet, Mr. Weasley, along with Ron, and Ron's brothers Fred, George, and Percy Weasley were going to be coming to pick him up. Though there was one thing that was nagging at him in the back of his mind; how were they going to get him? He remembered in his second year that he and Ron had to "borrow" Mr. Weasley's flying Ford Anglia to get to Hogwarts, on account of the fact that the barrier to Platform Nine and Three Quarters was blocked by Dobby the House Elf, which then resulted in Harry and Ron to drive all the way to Hogwarts, only to crash into the Whomping Willow tree on the Hogwarts grounds. So he couldn't help but wonder how the Weasley's were going to be able to come and pick him up.

This line of thought was broken however, as he heard the doorbell ring, followed by a knock on the door, confusing Harry. The Weasleys weren't due to pick him up until next week, did they decide to come get him early or something? As quickly as he could, Harry got up off of his bed and started to run down the stairs, hoping to get to the door before one of his relatives did. Unfortunately for Harry, his Aunt Petunia was able to get to the door first, dressed in her Sunday best, and grasped the doorknob. Harry's Uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley, both of them also in their Sunday bests as they were expecting a family photographer to take their family picture, with the exception of Harry since they never included him, were sitting in the living room looking over at Harry. Just as Petunia looked at him, it was with a sneer and hate clear on her face and in her eyes; ever since he was merely a baby that was left on their doorstep, the Dursleys had treated Harry like he was nothing but dirt to them.

"Freak, get the door!" She hissed, venom and disgust clear and present in her voice, as she turned and walked away.

"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry replied, rolling his eyes at his aunts back as she walked away.

As Harry grabbed the door handle, once again he wondered how it was possible that his mother, who was supposed to be one of the most kindest people who ever lived, ended up being related to someone like his aunt Petunia Dursley née Evans. His aunt was filled with nothing but anger and hatred towards the memory of his mother, just as his Hogwarts potions professor Severus Snape was towards his father; Harry couldn't help but wonder that if Snape wasn't magical, could it have been possible that Aunt Petunia married him, instead of Uncle Vernon? Harry shuddered heavily as that thought ran through his mind; the mere thought of Severus Snape being his uncle was not a pleasant one. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Harry turned the knob and opened the door.

The look on Harry's face quickly went to utter confusion, because instead of Mr. Weasley and his sons, standing on his door step, was his school headmaster Albus Dumbledore and a familiar but unknown pretty looking girl. Instead of his usual wizard robes, Dumbledore was dressed in a stylish looking purple Muggle suit, complete with a matching fedora. As for the girl, she looked to be Harry's age, with shoulder length silky blonde hair, and sparkling sapphire blue eyes that captivated Harry's emerald green eyes. Her skin was a light, creamy complexion, and she had a kind looking face, and full lips and a cute looking nose; although at the moment, it looked to Harry that her face was showing indications that she wanted to be anywhere but in Number 4 Privet Drive, which he couldn't blame her for as he too didn't want to be there the majority of the time. Her face essentially gave off an icy look, but Harry figured that she had to have been a witch, since she was with Dumbledore. However, despite the icy complexion of her face, her eyes clearly showed a look of curiosity, as she looked at Harry.

"Ah, hello Harry, may we come in please?" Said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling as he broke Harry and the girl out of their moment of silence.

"Oh, sure thing Professor Dumbledore!" He replied, quickly recovering as he allowed the two to enter the house, quickly glancing at the girl.

Before she entered the house, Harry was only able to get a look at her face, and a portion of her neck since she was looking around from Dumbledore's back. Now that he had a clear view of her, Harry was able to get a good look at the girl's body. Although she was thirteen years old, the girl showed early signs of developing an hourglass figure, the kind that a lot of guys liked on a girl; her hips had a nice curve to them, which only helped the shape of her bum, and her chest was particularly big. Harry figured that, if this girl did attend Hogwarts which she had to, he probably never saw this growing figure due to the school uniform and heavy cloaks. He was still racking his brain trying to figure out who she was, and which House she was in, because she was definitely familiar; one thing that he did know was that she was not a Gryffindor girl, otherwise he would've recognized her easily. So she had to have been from one of the other three Houses.

Hoping not to get into trouble, Harry closed the door, and turned back to his school headmaster and the girl. In that moment, he finally began to develop a possible identity to who she was. Although he wasn't sure yet, he thought it was likely that she was Daphne Greengrass, a girl in his year from Slytherin House. If he was correct in who he thought she was, Harry did have to wonder: why did Professor Dumbledore decide to visit Number 4 Privet Drive, with a girl in his year from Slytherin House?

"Harry, why don't you escort Ms. Greengrass and I to the sitting room where your family are, and we can proceed with proper introductions," Dumbledore said, confirming the girl's identity, and obviously ignoring Harry's cringe at the word 'family'. "And afterwards, I'll take the two of you to the Weasley family's home."

Harry looked at his headmaster like he had grown a second head. If there was one thing that Harry knew in regards to the Weasleys, it was the fact that they were not particular fans of anyone who was in Slytherin; Mr. Weasley in regards to Lucius Malfoy, and Ron in regards to Slytherin House as a whole. So for Harry to hear his headmaster say that he was going to take both him and Daphne Greengrass to the Burrow, the home of the Weasley Family, was very much a big shock to him.

'I wonder why he wants to take both me and Greengrass to the Burrow, especially given the fact that the Weasleys aren't fans of Slytherins.' Harry thought to himself. 'Especially Ron.'

"Professor Dumbledore, but with all due respect, I think you forgot something," Daphne Greengrass said for the first time, her voice sounding almost angelic to Harry. "But my mother specifically asked that you take Potter and I back to my home, and that my mother and I will take him to the Weasleys in a week. My father had already contacted Mr. Weasley, so that he would be aware of the change of plans."

Now that was a shock to Harry; why would a Slytherin girl's mother ask that he spend a week at their home? Especially since most of the Slytherin students hated him?

"Ahh, yes you're quite correct Ms. Greengrass," Dumbledore said contentiously. "Please forgive me, I must've forgot about that. Anyway Harry, if you'll please lead the way."

"Sure thing Professor, follow me." He said, gesturing to his headmaster and Daphne to follow him; though as he did so, he chanced a look at Daphne Greengrass, and they both shared the same look.

A look that said they had no doubt that Dumbledore did not forget.

Harry led the two guests to the sitting room where his relatives were waiting. As Harry led the two guests to the sitting room, he started to get a little concerned, in regards to how his relatives, particularly his uncle, were going to treat Dumbledore and Daphne. He wasn't really concerned about Dumbledore, he figured that his headmaster could take his uncles prejudicial tirade, but he wasn't sure how Daphne Greengrass, a pureblood Slytherin student, would handle it. As soon Harry entered his uncle's view, Vernon sneered at him, like always whenever Harry came into his view, though the sneer diminished somewhat when Dumbledore came in view, but it was still present.

As Daphne, after being offered a seat by Harry, sat down she looked at Dumbledore and couldn't help but noticed that for some reason, her headmaster had a smile on his face when Harry's uncle sneered at him. Granted it was small, and his beard mostly covered it up, but she was still able to spot it, given her training from her mother and father as an heiress to an old pureblood magical family. She looked up at Harry, and nodded her head, indicating that she was thanking him for the seat on the sofa, to which he inclined his head, to show her that he understood. As he took his seat next to her, she looked around her surroundings, but was actually observing Harry's relatives.

Like many students in Hogwarts, Daphne was raised being told stories about Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, of how after the Dark Lords defeat, he was sent to live with his mother's Muggle sister. However her mother and father didn't just tell her and her little sister Astoria, about Potter and You-Know-Who, but also about James and Lily Potter who's involvements were almost always left out, and how the Greengrass and Potter families were old family friends and allies for many years. Daphne knew that her mother was made as Harry Potter's godmother by his mother, and in return her mother made Lily Potter her godmother; but there was always one thing that nagged her. If her mother, Elizabeth Grace Greengrass Née Warren, was Harry Potter's godmother, why was he sent to his Muggle relatives from his mother's side of his family, and not to her mother? Especially since her mother always spoke of how Lily Potter's sister hated anything to do with magic.

Daphne's line of thought was eventually broken when she felt Harry sit down next to her, shared a look with him, making eye contact with his striking emerald green eyes, and the both of them looked back at their headmaster. Although she was barely able to hide it, Daphne couldn't help but feel heat rising up, and her cheeks blushed after looking into Harry Potter's emerald green eyes. Similar to how Harry was proud of his eyes that he inherited from his mother, Daphne was proud of her sapphire blue eyes that were given to her by her mother. In a way, it gave Daphne something in common with the Gryffindor Golden Boy. Besides, she did have to be honest with herself that she had begun to develop a crush on Harry Potter, the potentially real Harry Potter, at some point in the second half of her third year at Hogwarts.

"Now then, down to business," Dumbledore began, drawing the attention of Harry, Daphne, and the Dursleys. "Harry, I don't know if the two of you know each other, but this is Miss Daphne Greengrass."

Harry looked at Daphne, and nodded his head to her, and she returned the gesture. The truth was that Harry did know Daphne, though only by name, and passing by each other in the halls and potions class at Hogwarts. Harry felt that Daphne might be a good person to be friends with, though he couldn't help but start to wonder if he was limiting himself from making more friends at Hogwarts, other than his two best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. The more he thought about it, Harry figured that perhaps his upbringing was the cause for lack of more friends in Hogwarts; Harry still remembered how Dudley would chase away anybody who tried to be friends with Harry. There was also the, admittedly, ridiculous feud between Gryffindor and Slytherin House that seemed to keep most Gryffindor and Slytherin students from befriending each other, and then there was Ron.

It was a very well-known fact to everyone in Hogwarts, both student and teacher alike, that Ron had a massive dislike for anyone in Slytherin House. In Ron's eyes, every single dark wizard and witch came solely from Slytherin, while the other three Houses produced good wizards and witches, something that Harry knew better. After all, there was Quirrel in his first year, and he was originally from Ravenclaw, and there was Peter Pettigrew, the man who betrayed Harry's parents, who was from Gryffindor, and both of them had turned to the dark side. Plus, if Harry remembered correctly, Merlin was sorted into Slytherin House when he attended Hogwarts, and he fought against evil and the dark arts of magic. So even if there were a few bad individuals in Slytherin, surely there were also some good people too. It was this thought that made Harry decide that he would start making more friends with other students at school, and he wouldn't care about what House they were in, whether it was Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or even Slytherin.

"Now Harry, I was recently informed about this, but apparently it seems that at the height of the last wizarding war, your parents and Ms. Greengrass' parents made a betrothal contract between the two of you," Dumbledore continued, breaking Harry out of his thoughts. "Therefore meaning, that you and Ms. Greengrass are due to be married to each other, at a specific time and age."

At the moment that Dumbledore said that, Harry had his attention completely on Dumbledore, while Daphne had her attention on both Harry, and Dumbledore. In doing so, she was able to learn two things: Harry's reaction suggested that he was completely unaware of their betrothal, which only helped her a little bit because she was unaware of the betrothal between them as well, until her parents told her a week after their third year was finished. Then there was Professor Dumbledore's reaction; again, Daphne was barely able to spot it due to Dumbledore's beard, but she was able to detect that her headmaster had a sneer on his face. She was a bit concerned about this fact, and wondered if Dumbledore had something else planned for Harry, only for it to be ruined by the betrothal contract between her and Harry.

Harry was completely shocked by what he had learned. He never thought that his mother and father would have put him into something that would have taken away his free choice of who he would be with. Not to mention the fact that the person that he is now supposed to be betrothed to is a Slytherin girl.

'Oh boy, Ron is not going to be happy about this!' Harry thought to himself.

At this point, Vernon Dursley finally decided to make himself talk. His face was flushed purple, as if he was going to burst out of anger. Which to Harry, was more than likely.

"NOW WAIT JUST A BLOODY MINUTE!"

Harry, Daphne, Dumbledore, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley all turned to look at the Dursley patriarch. One thing was certain: whatever he was going to say, wasn't going to be nice.

"I don't know what you think you're doing, but I refuse to put up with another freak in this house!" Vernon yelled, not caring about insulting the Greengrass heiress.

Daphne simply raised her eyebrow, as if out of contempt rather than insult, though she did notice the flinch in Harry's body. She wondered if Harry's home life was not what Draco Malfoy claimed it was; granted she never listened nor believed to what he had to say about Harry Potter anyway. The truth was, she respected Harry, and her family were old family friends with the Potter Family, though she suspected that Harry probably didn't know about that.

"Mister Dursley, I assure you that I am not trying anything funny," Dumbledore said, trying to reason with the man. "I am simply here to inform Harry that he has been betrothed to a lovely young lady, and now that I have, I must ask him to get ready to leave."

Dumbledore turned to the two thirteen year old teenagers, and inclined his head, indicating that they would need to get ready to go.

"Harry, why don't you go get your things, such as your clothes, Hedwig, and your school supplies?" The aged headmaster suggested, knowing that Harry would likely be nervous about Daphne seeing the old cupboard that he slept in as a child.

As Harry and Daphne got up, Harry's body tensed up, concern and fear of what Daphne Greengrass would think of him rose up. Harry had always felt shame of how he grew up as a child, and never once told anyone about his upbringing, not even Ron and Hermione. Only Albus Dumbledore potentially knew how he grew up, and Harry hoped that he would soon do something to help him. Now he learned that he was betrothed to a girl that was sorted into Slytherin House, and Dumbledore was suggesting that he show her the cupboard that he slept in. Harry couldn't understand why Dumbledore was doing this.

"Umm ... sure, Professor Dumbledore." Harry answered, as he gestured to Daphne to the stairs.

As the two teenagers reached the door, Harry stopped as he realized something. He turned back to his aged headmaster, and decided to risk his question.

"Professor Dumbledore, I just realized," He began. "You didn't say when Daphne Greengrass and I have to be married."

Dumbledore looked at Harry with raised eyebrows, as if he was shocked at Harry's question, or rather that Harry noticed the overlooked information. Dumbledore knew exactly when Harry had to marry the Greengrass heiress, but wanted to keep that piece of information to himself, or at least hoped that he could. The fact that Harry noticed that he didn't specify when he had to marry his new betrothed, indicated to Albus that Harry had gained a little bit of independence of his own, which concerned him. Regardless, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was determined that his plans for the boy would be successful.

'For the Greater Good.' He thought to himself.

"Unfortunately Harry, I am not sure when you're due to marry Ms. Greengrass," He answered, lying to the boy, and completely missing the skeptical look of the blonde haired girl. "But I will see what I can find out."

Harry seemed to have accepted the answer, though he also felt skeptical about Albus Dumbledore not knowing about that one piece of information. Daphne Greengrass on the other hand, was very skeptical, and didn't believe that her and Harry's headmaster was unaware of when she and Harry Potter were due to be married. After all, her parents knew when she had to marry him, and told her. So how could the great Albus Dumbledore not know?

Regardless, the two teens left the sitting room, a sense of disbelief towards their headmaster taking root in their respective hearts. Although the two were going to expect their marriage, neither of them would suspect that their lives would be changed by many surprises in their lives.