Hello everyone, this is just a tiny bit of info before the story begins. I have been reading a lot of Harry Potter x Daphne Greengrass, and while this isn't a very common pairing, I enjoyed it so much due to the fact that so little is known about Daphne that she is basically a blank slate. On another note, I am currently looking for a beta for this story; I'll try and post a new chapter every week, but no promises as I have a heavy course load coming up for uni. Finally, while this story idea is my own, there are some elements from other stories that have inspired me and/or given me ideas for certain people. Now on to the story!

How would a story change if you adjusted one small detail? Would it be unnoticeable like an ant to a human? Or would the change be so significant that it could drastically change the whole world?

This story begins on what seems to be an average Thursday for a young Harry Potter, well, average in his mind. At approximately 6:30am, his uncle, Vernon Dursley, came downstairs, unlocked the lock that kept young Harry in his cupboard and proceeded to harshly wake the boy up.

"Get up, boy!" shouted Mr. Dursley in his boringly normal tenor like voice.

With a start, Harry jumped out of bed in fright from being so rudely woken up. While many people would have told the man off for being woken up at such an ungodly hour, Harry had to suffer this ever since he could be trusted to do chores around the house at the young age of 4, you see. At the same time, this was a seemingly ordinary Thursday. Today was actually the 31st of July. Yes, today was young Harry's 6th birthday, and the day his life changed forever.

As with any other day, since he was 4, Harry's relatives gave him the seemingly impossible list of chores, which started with him making breakfast. Today his cousin Dudley Dursley had asked for his favourite pancakes with bacon and scrambled eggs. After breakfast, Harry cleaned the house and took out the trash while his aunt, uncle, and cousin sat in the living room watching tv. After he finished cleaning the house, it was 12:30 pm. His aunt Petunia Dursley came to demand lunch, BLT sandwiches, as there was leftover bacon. Following lunch came Harry's favourite chore. It was the only time he was allowed outside except during the school year, gardening. Many believed that he enjoyed it because it was due to the plants. The actual reason why Harry enjoyed gardening was that he could talk to snakes. So Harry set out to do the gardening in the backyard, unaware of what would happen later that night. After Harry was done gardening, he quickly went and made dinner, Steak, only to find his uncle completely pissed drunk holding a metal fire poker.

"You boy has been nothin' but rude, and your gonna get a-a good beatin' tonight."

Vernon drunkenly slurred, and before Harry could say anything, he swung the poker as hard as he could at Harry. Harry fearing for his life, acted on instinct and brought his left arm up to stop the poker, but all he managed to do was break his arm. Down an arm and in severe pain, Harry tried to jump to the left to get out of the way of the next swing and manage to dodge the swing at his head. Yet, he caused the metal poker to connect with Harry's knee shattering his kneecap, causing Harry to fall to the ground. Unable to move his left arm and right leg, all Harry could do as he watched his uncle standing over him and swung downwards with the poker onto Harry's head was wish that he was somewhere safe away from all of his uncle and away from the abuse and just before the poker hit him in the head he vanished.

[Potter Castle, Wales]

Sitting in the magnificent living room of the Potter Castle sat the lady of the manor Dorea Potter nee Black, now.

Dorea is the example of elegance, having pitch-black hair, a pointed nose, sharp blue eyes that glistened in the sun, and a smile that could have gotten a man to do anything just for a glimpse of it, and while Dorea was well into her 60's her body looked that of a 35-year-old, coupled with the expensive dress and jewelry one would have easily mistaken her for royalty. Her husband, Charlus, was over in the family room looking at the family map, trying to find their lost grandson who, according to the family tree, was alive. Still, his location was unknown, now Charlus looked like every bit like the embodiment of the word class, with his messy pepper-coloured hair, a round nose, and a neatly trimmed beard and deep brown eyes that were filled with warmth and care, and dressed in an expensive suit and the only piece of jewelry on him was that of his wedding ring.

Charlus stood staring at the map, looking for any sign of his grandson, albeit a difficult task as the map showed the whole world; he still searched none the less, that was until he heard a scream from the living room. Rushing in to see what happened, he was surprised to see his wife staring at the body of what looked like a 6-year-old boy with raven-coloured hair, a narrow face from what looks like malnourishment, a round nose and glasses that seem to have been a decade old, although the boy's eye colour was a mystery to Charlus as the boy seemed to have passed out from exhaustion; further examining the body of the boy, Charlus noticed that the boy was severely underweight that he was pretty sure he could see the bones of the boy, along with the fact that the boy's left arm was broken and his right kneecap was shattered. Deciding that the boy needed medical help before he could even begin to ask questions about how he managed to find the Potter Castle, mainly because ever since the 8th century has been viewed as impenetrable, Charlus knew he had to get the boy to the medical wing and get his broken arm set and his kneecap regrown.

"Tippy!" called Charlus.

"Master Charlus called?" responded a short creature with big floppy ears and wide tennis ball eyes, and dressed in what seemed to be a suit with a red and black crest in a checkerboard pattern with what looked like a large spikey lion on it.

"Yes, Tippy, I need you to bring this boy to the medical wing and give him a skelegrow and a nourishment potion." Charlus kindly ordered the creature.

"Right away, Master!" the creature replied, then grabbed the boy and then seemingly popped out of existence.

"Love, I must know what you saw," Charlus asked Dorea.

"Well, dear, I was sitting on the couch reading when out of nowhere the boy appears saying 'help me' before fainting. But Charlus, how could he get inside? Only those that know the location can apparate inside, but even then, they aren't able to do it into the living room from outside the house." Dorea said.

"Well, it appears to answer that we must wait for the boy to wake up and talk with him," Charlus stated, and before more could be said, the creature known as

Tippy appeared again. "Master! The boy is awake!" Tippy exclaimed before popping away again, followed quickly by two more pops as Charlus and Dorea disappeared to follow the creature.

[Medical Wing, Potter Castle, Wales]

Harry woke with a start, "Huh, where am I?" he asked, although he couldn't see anyone around.

"Potter Castle in Wales." A deep yet oddly relaxing voice said, causing Harry to jump.

"Who's there?" asked Harry, frightened at the fact that there was somebody there.

"Before I answer that question, I need you to answer one for me, alright?" the voice responded as the owner of the voice appeared from his right.

"A-alright," Harry replied timidly.

"How did you manage to get into my house?" the man asked.

"I-I don't know sir, one moment I was on the ground about to be hit and wishing I could be somewhere safe and then next thing I remember I'm here in your house, sir," Harry replied.

"Hmm, interesting and tell me, son, what's your name?" the man asked.

"H-Harry Potter, sir." Harry meekly replied.

Charlus stood there stunned; of course, that makes so much sense if a Potter were to think that they wished to be safe, they would apparate to the Potter Castle.

"Well, Harry, my name is Charlus Potter, your grandfather from your father's side; your grandmother is here but has gone to bed. You know, you woke up approximately 4 hours ago, although you were too busy screaming in pain to actually be able to talk to you, now tell me, Harry, what do you know about your parents?" Charlus said.

Harry was in shock, his grandparents? But why didn't he live with them here? Why was he forced to suffer through living with his uncle and aunt? But before he could ask any questions, a woman walked in.

"Dorea, my love, you won't believe who this is! It's Harry!" Charlus exclaimed, overjoyed.

"Harry! I haven't seen you since you were 1. Oh, how you've grown, although you could do to put a little meat on those bones." Dorea said with a warm smile that caused Harry to feel all warm inside.

Harry's mind was again swarming with questions, yet only one came out, "Why did you let me live with my aunt and uncle?" he asked.

Both Dorea and Charlus frowned before Charlus replied, "Well, Harry, when we heard that your parents died, we went to go and get you, but before we could, a man by the name of Albus Dumbledore had already arrived and had sent you away to go live with your aunt and uncle and told us that the house was placed under a ward that made it invisible to all magicals except for a slight few yourself being one of those few but we didn't stop looking for you for the past 5 years that is until you apparated right in front of your grandma."

While Harry was elated to know that they were looking for him, he was caught on one word, "Magicals? You mean magic is real?" he asked.

"Well, of course, magic is real, didn't your aunt and uncle ever tell you that? Your parents were quite the witch and wizard; it was a truly sad day when your parents were murdered." Charlus said.

"Charlus!" Dorea exclaimed in shock.

"Murdered? But my aunt said that they died in a car crash and that my dad was a no-good drunk and my mum was a whore." Harry said.

"What utter nonsense! Harry, your parents, were war heroes and skilled and died to save you from a mass murderer. Now go to sleep, Harry; from now on till your 17th birthday, we'll look after you." Said Dorea.