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September 18, 1998
Friday Evening
It'd taken nearly twenty minutes for Harry to pin down Delphini's location, and when he finally did, it had been completely accidental rather than his 'investigation' bearing any results; he'd literally run into the girl on his way back to the tower in the final hallway leading back. Her reaction, as it so often was when they were together, was incredibly friendly and flirtatious, she'd even held onto him longer than any reasonable person would've in the given situation.
Normally, while he wouldn't mind a pretty, fit witch laying on top of him after they'd collided, he felt decidedly split — one half of him felt a slight awkwardness and unease towards her, be it romantic or general as a result of her parentage, he wasn't sure. His other half enjoyed her for what she was, fun in conversations, light-hearted in attitude and decidedly beautiful.
Even in his second half, a small degree of discomfort existed. Why had she come to Hogwarts less than a year after both her parents had been killed fighting over Wizarding Britain?
Her wanting revenge in some form was a thought that couldn't escape him no matter how much he tried to crush it.
"Yeah, Harry?" Delphini's voice broke him from his mindless staring at her, the girl's face split into a wide, teasing smile as she played with errant strands of hair.
"Sorry," he instantly replied, followed up with, "I missed your question."
"Pity. I was hoping I'd trick you into showing me the prefects bathroom, another day maybe."
His eyes nearly bugged out at the bold insinuation, but the thudding of multiple objects behind him drew his attention, and with a quick look over his shoulder at the cause, he saw Tracey leaning awkwardly against a pillar.
"Hi Harry, hi Delphini! Great day for a… bath? I'll be going now, have fun!" Tracey's cheeks were thoroughly flushed red, and before either he or Delphini could reply, the witch was running off towards the girls' dorm entrance.
"That was unusually skittish of her, I'd have expected Tracey to play along instead of running off like that," Delphini's observation pulled his attention from the now empty doorway and back to her.
"I hadn't seen or heard her — hold on, you did that on purpose, didn't you?" Harry pieced two and two together easier enough, especially considering Daphne having done something earlier in his friendship with her, only it'd been towards Delphini instead of the overly energetic Tracey.
"Why Harry, why'd you think that? Was my request for a tour that bizarre? It's not like I was saying I'd go all Vane on you — thanks for that, again, she's not said anything to me since you had your talk with her," Delphini's teasing smile and mirth-filled eyes gradually shifted to what he assumed was actual thankfulness. Then again, he wasn't particularly great at reading people, especially Slytherins with how slippery they could be; that went for a fair few of his housemates too, considering what he'd witnessed his first evening in this tower. Thankfully there'd been no repeat performances, yet.
Harry waved off her thanks easy enough with a confident smirk of his own while letting go of her promiscuous comments about bathing. Flirting could come later, once he assessed her more so than he already had and determined she hadn't come to Hogwarts with ulterior motives.
Thus, pulling out a letter and holding it so the stamp was easily visible, he spoke a simple enough sentence that removed the overly casual attitude from Delphini's face.
"I heard from Gringotts."
Leaning forward with easily read curiosity and, so long as his eyes weren't deceiving him, excitement, Delphini asked him politely if he could continue.
"I'm still requiring near-constant communication with them on account of my only recently having spoken with them in regards to the Black family accounts, but, by the end of the year or sooner, the account will be transferred over to you. That may not sound all that great right now, though if you're interested, I got a hold of the contents of your vault. Maybe you'd like to go over the vault and speak about your family a bit? I know I'd be all ears, especially since I hadn't known there were any Black relatives left aside from Andromeda," All during his speaking Delphini's face had gone through a myriad of emotions; initially surprised, followed up with what looked to be annoyance before it finally ended in a guarded expression.
Her guarded expression was a warning to Harry, as it meant there was likely something she didn't want him to find out. Why else would she keep everything to herself, he knew for a fact she wasn't all that quiet or conservative in attitude, having been the recipient of her affections.
"Going over the contents of my vault would be very nice and as for it taking that long, is there anything I could do to expedite that or otherwise assist you in having access to it sooner? As for my family, we could speak a bit about them, though I'd prefer if it wasn't anything too personal — you can understand, I'm sure… thank you too, I hadn't expected you to get a reply so soon."
Delphini's posture had shifted until it was almost perfectly straight, her facial expression had shifted just as rapidly until she looked startlingly similar to Daphne when the latter girl was being her usual business-like self. Even Delphini's wording seemed more formal and far less flirty than usual.
He was on the right track, or so he thought, he just needed to make sure he'd not bollocks it all up.
"I could check with Gringotts to see if there's anything we could do to get the account accessed faster, but they're not exactly on the best of terms with me considering I'd made a..." Harry paused to find the right term and seeing Delphini's brows rise, settled on what that may not have been the best, "Minor incursion with a few friends — it's not important, believe me. I'll hand over this slip too, Andromeda went through the process of copying over everything of note so you could skip past all the boring bits that Gringotts adds in," That was the second time he'd brought up Andromeda to the girl in hopes of seeing recognition or something similar on her face, and much to his dismay, there'd been almost no sign of it, "I guess I'd just like to know who your parents are too, I don't think you've flat out told me."
Delphini looked openly conflicted with his finishing sentence, equally so when she took the small piece of parchment that contained her belongings from his outstretched hand. Harry wouldn't push her, but he wouldn't move the topic along himself either; the opportunity was hers to change the topic or offer up information.
Nearly a minute later of her looking idly out of a window and him having come to the conclusion she'd not say anything, he was surprised with what left her mouth.
"Everybody's said you're very nice, Harry, even if I know now you've not really spoken with most of them beyond a few words. Could I expect that same level of manners until I do something that deserves otherwise?" Delphini's voice seemed to waiver, and when it did, he wasn't sure if she'd done so purposefully or otherwise.
Maybe Moody and his time in the war had made him paranoid, but this girl being the daughter of two horrible people made him hesitant in trusting everything she said at face value… Merlin, he was hesitant with Susan after her witnessing a confrontation earlier without stopping it!
"Delphini, I'll not think poorly of you because of who your parents w-are, there's plenty of people still in Slytherin, Daphne for example, that had relatives fighting for Voldemort," He'd stumbled early on the sentence, nearly using past tense to describe her parents. It was that slip up that made him use Daphne as a prime example while mentioning Voldemort, he hoped that'd distract her from his mistake or show some sign of fondness; neither made itself plain to see.
"Thank you, Harry. You can't imagine how much that means to me… could you put up a privacy spell before I say anything more? It's not that I don't trust you, I'm just nervous with any wandering ears," Delphini's eyes danced from one of the many doors in the room to the next, he could understand exactly what she meant, so he did as requested and threw up a rather simple privacy spell — nothing that'd keep yelling or spellfire quiet if it devolved.
"Done."
Delphini smiled and thanked him for a second time before taking a deep breath while staring him in the eyes.
"My mother was Bellatrix Lestrange and my father was Rodolphus Lestrange."
Her words hit him nearly as hard as a bludger, the stillness of her body and her straight-faced expression made him all the more cautious.
Was that her lying to him with perfection, or were those who she believed to be her parents? If it were either, why hadn't she shown recognition towards his mentioning of Andromeda earlier on? Harry hadn't a clue as to why she'd tell him this in the first place either, there was no way she trusted him so much already, and if she did, that'd only make him all the warier about spending time with her.
"I see… that's why you didn't want to speak about them… didn't you say you were living with family though, when we'd initially spoken?" Harry could've sworn he remembered her saying something along those lines, moreover, if those were her parents, why'd she have the last name 'Black' instead of 'Lestrange'?
"I wasn't lying," Delphini was quick to assure, her hands coming up in a pacifying manner, "I do live with family, only they're not my parents or anybody else who'd formerly been a member of House Black — Aunt Narcissa wouldn't take me, I was told that early on. From childhood, I was told my mother directly took care of me, and after her imprisonment along with ever since, I've floated between various families that are all cousins of mine that owed favours to my mother. Only a few years ago did a family agree to take me in perpetuity, those being the Rosier's, I know what you're likely thinking too, they didn't all fight for him."
Harry was taken aback by how Delphini regarded her father, his doubt being cast further when she'd done so. Bellatrix was spoken of neutrally, with maybe a hint of fondness, but Lestrange and Voldemort both were treated with borderline dislike.
Surely being born to Voldemort would sire some form of strong feelings, be it for or against, right? Indifference or something minor definitely wasn't what he'd think of when mentioning people as evil as that man or the one who she 'thought' was her father.
"I wasn't thinking all that much about the Rosier's, I wouldn't know enough to judge them with even if it were my place," Harry saw a small smile pass across her face before Delphini schooled her features, "If it's not too personal, and I'll ask this as my last question, why isn't your last name Lestrange?"
"My father wasn't happy with having a daughter from what I was told, as such, he simply refused to acknowledge me and disinherited me from the Lestrange family. Mother wasn't happy with that in the slightest and somehow managed to get me her name, I'm not entirely too sure with how it worked. Maybe you'd have access to the documents of their marriage and the many contracts that accompanied it considering your newfound status," Delphini shrugged and stood up from her seat, "Thank you, Harry, for not being disgusted with me. Please don't share what we discussed either, I know we've not known each other very long, but I'd like to think your impeccable record is well deserved."
Harry stood up and smiled carefully at Delphini.
"I won't tell anyone, and you don't need to thank me, you've been nice since the first time we bumped into each other."
As he'd hoped, invoking that memory had made the girl smile
September 26, 1998
Saturday Morning
A little more than a week had passed since his conversation with Delphini had taken place, a conversation where he'd learned a whole lot more than he'd have thought the girl was willing to share and one that left him more confused than he'd been going into it. Since that time and whenever the two of them were alone together or near enough to — sleeping Tracey's on common room couches aside — Delphini had been acting closer with him in terms of physical actions; from hand brushes to 'accidental' bumps in fairly open corridors, he wasn't sure why she'd gone on more of an offensive than she had already been on. On the flipside, Delphini's verbal flirting and the openness in which she discussed her intentions had dropped so much so that Daphne, the usually conservative albeit fairly confrontational girl, spoke up about it at one of the meals at Slytherin's table he'd sat with them for.
Nothing rude was said, as Daphne's style was more of jabbing to see if she could get a rise before smirking it off in favour of teasing Tracey, but it did leave him wondering more than he'd already been.
Why the switch?
He hadn't a clue and figured that'd remain as such for a while, but in the meantime, he could spend a bit more time with those who he'd begun to neglect in favour of the two beautiful and one adorable Slytherin witches. Really, he'd spent entirely too much time with Daphne, Delphini and Tracey that there was speculation he was dating any of the three of them, or if you were in Fay's gossip clique, all three.
As ludicrous a thought as it was, he'd been approached by a few braver boys in the years asking him how he'd gotten three witches that were so beautiful constantly with him; his answer was usually always denial that anything was happening, though there was the occasional time when Daphne's attitude had rubbed off on him enough that he was wholly sarcastic in his response.
From creatures straight out of the Quibbler (you're welcome Luna) to flat out barmy daily routines that made the three closest witches fall in love with you, he'd fired off a fair few answers.
All that concerned him was what Romilda Vane would do if she bought into any number of them or a combination. That girl was already barmy enough without needing to buy into the stupidest, most obviously sarcastic answers yet given by him — he still needed to speak with Tracey in hopes of finding a way to stop Daphne's influence on him too, else he'd answer Andromeda sarcastically and end up getting spanked as she'd recalled doing to Tonks!
For all involved, it'd be better if that didn't happen.
"Harry Potter!"
His eyes widened comically at a voice that sounded strangely like McGonagall's and in response to it, he shot up from his seat, already turning to face the Headmistress as he did so.
"Profe-" It was Tracey, "Tr-"
"Surprise attack!" Tracey yelled that at the same time two hands came up from behind him, covering his eyes. Not a second later, Tracey's bodyweight barreled into him and tried pinning him down.
Now, he wasn't sure what Tracey or her accomplice hoped to accomplish by doing this, but they had to know they couldn't hold him down for more than a few seconds. He certainly knew as much.
"Tracey, hold him stro-" He bucked, sending Tracey to his right on the couch at the same time he freed his wand and pressed it to the person over his shoulder. Not a second later, the person squeaked and removed thei- her, hands from over his eyes.
"Fay? What in Merlin's name were you trying to accomplish?" Harry regarded the Gryffindor with confusion on account of his never having seen Tracey talk to her before; speaking of Tracey, when he looked towards her, he saw a bucket of something being reached for that was right under the coffee table he'd been sitting in front of… when had that gotten there? "Tracey," Was all he needed to say for the girl to roll back over and raise her hands, giggling uncontrollably all the while.
Fay moved from her spot behind him until she was standing over Tracey at the far edge of the couch, her hands dropped on account of Harry lowering his wand when he noticed who it'd been.
"Sorry Harry, Tracey wanted some help pranking you. She said it was something that'd rea-" Fay squeaked a second time, though this one was more out of pain than shock.
"Shush! You can't tell him what it was, he has to find out by getting the bucket of cho- I mean hi Harry… did you know Susan's looking for you? Neville and Hannah are too! Best get going right?" Tracey cut herself off and attempted changing the subject in hopes he'd get confused.
Obviously, he didn't, but he had to commend her for not only trying to confuse him but also her natural ability to incriminate or otherwise cast incredible amounts of suspicion on her or those in her company.
It was incredible she'd managed only thirty or so detentions across her entire time at Hogwarts with a mouth that never seemed to close.
"Your affinity for doing yourself in won't ever change, will it Tracey?" Another voice joined the fray, this one belonging to Daphne and coming from the main entrance to the tower. When he split his attention between the now three girls in the room, she purposefully caught his eyes with hers and nodded towards Tracey, "Remarkably, she's not lying to get out of trouble, this time. Hannah, Neville and Susan were hoping you'd spend a bit of time with them, but that's obviously not why I came up here," Tracey snorted from her spot on the couch and one glare from Daphne later, was silenced, "If you'd like, I'll handle this bucket-prank nonsense while you see what they want from you."
Harry regarded Daphne for all of one second before he shrugged.
"Sure, I'll let you deal with Tracey. Fay though, I think I know somebody better than you to deal with her… I wonder where Lisa is," Harry smirked victoriously when Fay winced at the name, her verbal backpedalling coming not too long after.
"Harry, we're both reasonable, I'm sure we wouldn't need to involve any outside Ravenclaw's to handle this bucket nonsense…" When that didn't get any response from Harry, Fay moved from beside Tracey until she was nearly ten feet away from the Slytherin girl, "Would you believe me if I said this is all Tracey's idea and I'm an innocent Gryffindor girl who was ruthlessly used as means to an end by the most cunning girl I've ever met?"
Daphne's snort, Harry's laugh and Tracey's 'Hey!' were the three responses Fay got, none of the three being what she was looking for, thus, Fay did the only thing remaining; she put on her best pleading face and tried to guilt him into avoiding Lisa's involvement. Sad as it was to say, Harry sighed and relented, though he'd not be fool enough to rest with bucket-toting witches at large in the common room area anymore.
Having left Daphne to deal with Tracey's bucket prank from earlier and Fay's pleading having worked, Harry made his way through Hogwarts until he was finally where his presence had been requested, the Great Hall. He hadn't thought all that much why those three had asked for him, or why Luna hadn't been among them, and with Daphne not offering, he assumed it wasn't anything overly important.
As it turned out when he spotted the trio sitting at the Hufflepuff table and they, in turn, spotted him, he realised he was right based on the happy looks they sent him, Susan especially with her waving him over.
When he did as bid and joined them at the table, Neville was the first to greet him with a joyful, "Morning mate."
Next was Susan and Hannah, almost in perfect sync, the former only being first by a half-second at best.
"Good morning Harry!"
"Hi, Harry."
"Morning you lot," He started helping himself to various dishes on the table after greeting them, asking a question as he did so, "Daphne told me you three were looking for me, what's up?"
Susan jumped on his question with doe eyes and a pouting expression.
"Do we need a reason to have our friend sit with us for a meal? Maybe if Hannah and I were Slytherin girls you'd be more eager?"
Hannah joined Susan in her teasing, leaning in beside her friend to mush their faces until they were nearly touching with an equally pouting expression — he hoped they were teasing too, otherwise, he'd be in for quite a long morning with potentially jealous witches… Andromeda had warned him of those sorts nearly a dozen times in a month, "Too right Susan, being ginger hasn't helped you has it? Maybe if you were brunette and I kept my blonde hair he'd be more interested in spending time with us."
Harry was sputtering while looking between the two witches, not knowing what to say in the slightest when Neville burst out in laughter, spraying his drink down directly onto his plate, making the entirety of its contents into a disgusting soup of eggs, bacon and more. Seeing that happen made Hannah and Susan start laughing too, with Harry not far behind. He was almost completely sure Neville had been laughing at his misfortune, but the tables having turned enough to distract Harry as well as the two teasing witches was a very welcome surprise; it seemed his Potter luck hadn't yet run out based on this day alone either. From avoiding a bucket filled with Merlin knows what, to having his stumbling taken care of rather than responding with something that'd probably further his teasing.
"Don't think you're getting out of everything either, Harry. You've been spending so much time with Daphne, Delphini and Tracey that you've left the rest of us to our own devices. I think I recall Blaise Zabini being put out by your time consumption too, though he'd have to get behind myself of course," Susan wasn't tall enough to get at him with her arms unless she stood, so she settled for the second-best thing; playing footsie very obviously with him under the table.
Hannah snorted at Susan's antics and leaned forward still, resting her arm on the table to gaze at Harry with a sad but still pouty expression.
"Aren't we good enough friends by now? We were with you in the DA on, and yet we're left with the scraps of time those Slyth-"
"I get it, I get it. Merlin's beard you lot," Harry cut off the teasing that'd gotten so exaggerated he'd half expected tears to start flowing, and that was something that'd scare him more than old Tom ever had.
"So…?" Susan leaned forward alongside her friend at the same time Neville finally sorted out his second plate.
"I'll spend more time with you for meals and in the common room, but you could've come to me just as easily," Harry added the second bit since it felt right to point out, but based on Neville's wince and Susan's eye-narrowing, it hadn't been the best thing to say.
"And interrupt your time with the Slytherin girls that we'd fought with earlier?" Hannah snorted at a lul in Susan's speaking, "I'll admit I was wrong in not stopping it, but despite that, we don't see eye to eye. Let's not talk about that though, let's talk about something much more fun — politics!"
Neville and Hannah groaned in sync, while Harry nearly let his head hit the table. It was far, far too early in the morning to be discussing politics or anything half as serious, but Susan being who she was had always loved discussing the subject, unfortunately enough.
"Oh, it'll be fine! All I wanted to discuss was the trials," Susan slid a copy of the Prophet over to Harry and pointed at a section that was in huge font, it read; 'Trials reopened on 37 cases; new evidence found!'
There was more under it, but Harry wasn't one to stomach the paper considering the role it always seemed to play being at best, blatantly dishonest and at worst, nefarious. If only Luna would go full time with the Quibbler after graduation, maybe then there'd be a legitimate source of information for people to read from, even if it had fillings on creatures that probably didn't exist.
Seeing Harry put it down, Neville nudged him with a muffin halfway towards his mouth and said, "Flip to the second page, bottom right, you'll want to see it mate."
Harry looked at his friend for a few seconds, gauging the seriousness of his request, and when Neville nodded a few times, he listened.
Boy was he thankful he did too because he knew as soon as he'd seen it that an owl would be finding Andromeda as well as himself very soon.
Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy among the thirty-seven cases being reopened! New evidence found in partially destroyed documents during the Ministry takeover implicates more wrongful deeds having been done or knowingly assisted! Did Harry Potter know about this after testifying for them? Surely not! Which makes their reluctance to share this additional information with their saviour all the more heinous…
Looking up from the paragraphs upon paragraphs of gradually worse sentences, his stare was directed at Susan.
"Appreciate the forewarning, but I thought you hadn't said there was a specific reason for calling me down here?" Harry wasn't all that fond of them not starting with this, but Susan scoffed at him.
"You didn't read it all, otherwise you would've seen why I didn't think it was overly important — there won't be any court cases for those reopened trials, not one. Minister Shacklebolt personally looked over the information, as has a panel of Senior Auror's, it'll be going to the Wizengamot gradually over the next couple months and from what I hear, senior members want at least half of those previously declared innocent or with lesser sentences resentenced to Azkaban in perpetuity.
"I'll talk to him," Harry didn't want to, not in the slightest, but there was right, and there was wrong; it didn't take a genius to figure out what this was, and considering what happened to Sirius in the past, this was more personal than most.
"Harry, Kingsley can't do anything, almost his entire staff want them dealt with," Hannah spoke up, with Neville and Susan agreeing that there wasn't anything the new Minister could do, especially not with the government as fragile as it currently was.
Still, be that as it may, Harry wouldn't let that go without speaking with his friend and those 'loyalists' responsible for the stupid persecution that'd started up.
He'd write to Andromeda after his meal with Neville and the girls — if anyone he knew had the knowledge to deal with this type of happening, it'd be Andromeda the Great, and if he knew anything about the Ministry even after countless reforms, it was terrifyingly slow.
September 26, 1998
Saturday Afternoon
After finishing a tease filled breakfast, Harry had gone out for a solitary walk around the lake to clear his mind after it'd only started getting more and more heated from that one Prophet article. He'd been aware of Kingsley filling positions and knew before too long, he'd have one too so long as he wanted it. Harry even understood why a majority had been filled with hardline anti-traditionalists or those who'd fought the longest against Voldemort's cause; at the time, it'd been those people and those people alone who the Order could trust.
Now? With time continuing as it always will and personal revenge clouding the minds of so many, Harry questioned whether that'd been a good idea at all, regardless of the time they'd done it in — all Kingsley had done was prolong the problems he'd eventually have to confront as Minister, and if it wouldn't come from those who'd previously held office, it'd come from those staunchly opposed to them who now held offices across almost the entirety of the Ministry.
For all extensive purposes, neutrality was a thing of the past in Wizarding Britain. You either openly condemned any and all who took part in Voldemort's machinations or you supported them; the middle ground wasn't to be had, Harry heard Susan read almost exactly that when she'd seen him refuse to touch the piece of scrap parchment wasting space on their breakfast table.
Harry was tired, his nightmares had almost entirely vanished from all the happenings of the war, and now it seemed that a whole new can had been rehashed for the sake of vindictiveness.
"Harry, I wanted to apo- Morgana, you look like you're positively fuming!" Fay's voice switched from apologetic to energised as she sidled up to him, "What happened? Something gossip-worthy I hope? I have my own something I was meaning to tell you until I got roped into that whole thing with Tracey if you- sorry, sorry, I'm rambling without letting you get a chance to answer."
He sighed and rubbed at his temples while glancing at Fay, the girl's expression had gone sheepish though she didn't step back from him.
Destiny didn't want him to have a break, now did it?
"Petty behaviour, take a look at the Prophet, you could ask Hannah, Neville or Susan if you'd rather," Fay nodded, making him happy she'd not press it, "Now what were you 'meaning to tell me' that doesn't involve Tracey?" Harry desperately hoped it was something good, anything would suffice.
Fay's expression changed from sheepish to conflicted as she backpedalled, "Oh that? I'll tell you tomorrow, I only now remembered that I have something that needs doing."
"I'll help," Harry responded with a smile, thinking inwardly that she'd not get away that easily.
Sighing, Fay held up her hands, "I'll not try handling your stubbornness — Vane's getting restless."
Harry ran a hand down the front of his face in frustration.
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