*Author's Note:*

My first Multi-Chapter Harry Potter Fic. Please go easy on me.

A few things before you read:

-There will be no bashing of Weasleys or Dumbledore. However, they wouldn't be playing any major part in the story.

-There will be 6 OCs who will be playing important supporting roles. There maybe be more OCs but they would only be mentioned or have one or two scenes.

-There may be crossover elements in the future with Marvel especially since I'm a sucker for Harry/Jean Grey and Harry/Emma Forst fics, but nothing is concrete. I only have the roadmap and a few major events planned.

-Harry will be in a polyamorous relationship with the 5-7 ladies. However, not every relationship will be sexual, some are going to be platonic.

-There is no smut but it is mentioned sometimes.

-This is an Action/Adventure Fic with a focus on Worldbuilding and Magical theory. No politics.

-There are a few cliches but hopefully, I can give them my own twists.

-The fic in whole is not inspired by any works but a few scenes are. I will mention the fic in notes when an inspired scene appears.

Those are the only things for now if I remember anything else I will add them in the next chapter. Now with that out of the way, please go ahead and read the story. I don't have a beta so please ignore a few mistakes and mention them in the comments.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. JK does. Otherwise, I would be rich.

Daphne unhurriedly made her way to the dorm room she shared with her best friend Tracey, while the latter followed her.

The others stayed away from them, no one wished to direct the ire of the 'Ice Princess of Slytherin'.

She mentally grimaced at the moniker given to her by the rest of the Hogwarts. Just because she had trouble expressing her emotions properly and was unable to socially interact with others, people thought she was a 'Cold' person.

She didn't care though, she had Tracey and Astoria. No one else mattered. Not even her parents.

Reaching her and Tracey's room she froze, an indescribable feeling passed over. She could tell, something was… different.

Did someone enter their room? She wouldn't put it past her housemates.

If someone had entered the room except the Hogwarts elf though, she would have been alerted by the Wards. The wards she had placed around the room couldn't be bypassed either, you would need to destroy them if you didn't want the owner to be alerted- the only downfall. But the Wards around the room were the same she had placed and they were hers. She could feel it. Wait. 'Feel?'

"Daphne? Are you alright?" Tracey's concerned voice asked from behind.

Seeing her only friend worried, Daphne quickly reassured her. "I'm fine. It's just... Just feels like… something big is going to happen."

Her friend giggled and spoke in an amused voice. "Oh, something big happened alright. I can already imagine it, "Harry Potter, an attention seeker? How did the Boy-Who-Lived cheat his way into the Triwizard Tournament?" on the front page of the prophet."

Daphne shook her head at Tracey's antics and finally entered their room.

She didn't believe that Potter entered his name. It was clear by his expression that he was not responsible for his name coming out of the Goblet of Fire. Daphne considered herself pretty good at reading others. Tracey knew that too. But, she was a person who enjoyed and derived amusement from everything in life. Sometimes, Daphne envied her.

As soon as Tracey went to change into her nightwear, Daphne casted several revealing and similar charms. It felt like someone was watching her, but she wasn't sure. Deciding not to worry Tracey and being extra cautious, Daphne placed another set of wards around their beds and room.

If Tracey noticed them, she didn't mention it.

After changing into her own nightwear, Daphne slid under her covers. Still being cautious, she placed the wand a bit closer to herself.

Sleep slowly started taking over her and Daphne's eyelid grew heavy. That's when a person appeared out of nowhere in front of her and Daphne's eyes flew wide open.

Was it even right to call it a person?

The being was barely the size of a newborn baby and had two wings sprouting from its back.

She immediately sat up and reached for her wand but found her body frozen, unable to move or even scream. Even with its face obscured because of the darkness, Daphne was able to see its apologetic smile.

It then spoke in the same tone as its smile. "Sorry." The voice was definitely of a female. It- no, She put one of its tiny fingers at Daphne's forehead and pushed her back. Daphne's head landed on the soft pillow and everything went black.

-HP:CW-

She was drowning.

Not in water, but memories.

Memories after memories went by and Daphne gasped for air and tried to hold onto something that wasn't there.

And then suddenly, she was in a house.

A very familiar house.

She tried to touch herself to see if she was fine but her hands passed through her body. Looking down at herself she found out she was in a ghostly state.

The being who she guessed was responsible for her predicament appeared in front of her. She looked like a fairy from the legends Daphne had read as a child. The fairy was approximately 20 inches in height, the same as that of a newborn baby. She had her black hair in two braids with a few messy ones sticking out. Her yellow sundress had butterfly and flower patterns. The most striking feature about her, however, were her eyes, which kept changing colour. Emerald green to brown, then to blue, then Violet- just like her own- and brown again. They finally settled on emerald green again.

The fairy flew over to her and touched Daphne's cheek.

She then spoke in a fond and soft tone. "Papa was right. The pictures never did you justice."

"What?" Daphne could only ask dumbly. Surprisingly, she didn't fear the fairy.

"I know you have many questions but hold them for a little longer, okay? Everything will be answered shortly. Trust me. You can feel it, can't you? In your magic?" The fairy asked.

She could. Daphne's magic begged her to listen to the little fairy.

Deciding to trust the little fairy, she nodded. Besides, there was something inside her other than her magic that requested her to listen to the little one but Daphne was unable to point it out.

Returning her focus to her surroundings, Daphne noticed she was in her room at the Greengrass Manor.

After a moment, the young version of herself burst into the room with tears in her eyes and Daphne immediately knew which memory this one was. The first and only time her father had hit her. She never gave him a chance again.

She moved to comfort her younger self even though she knew it was fruitless. Before she could do so, however, the memory changed.

She was now in Astoria's room. Another painful memory. Her younger self was comforting a crying Astoria. She remembered it was the day her parents told her and Astoria about the Blood Curse.

To her side, she noted the fairy looking at the scene with pain and... determination?

She could feel the fairy's emotions.

The memory faded and now they were at Hogwarts, in the Great Hall. 11-year-old Daphne was being sorted.

"Slytherin!" The Sorting Hat shouted.

Removing the cap from her head, her younger self handed it calmly to Professor McGonagall and made her way to the Slytherin table with a calm and cold expression.

She noticed some of the younger students giving the young Daphne fearful glances.

It may look like her younger self was calm and cold from the outside but in reality, she was just… sad. Sad, angry and resigned that her friend Tracey got selected into Slytherin. She had tried to convince her to request the Sorting Hat to place her somewhere else but Tracey refused.

The consequences had been the other Slytherins always trying to harass Tracey. Thankfully, she never left Daphne's side and both of them together were able to take care of them.

But Daphne feared the day when someone would corner Tracey without her.

This was the reason she had earned the title the 'Ice Princess of Slytherin'. It didn't bother her though. As long as Astoria and Tracey were safe, everything was okay.

The scene changed and she was comforting Astoria again, only this time it was in her dorm room.

Daphne's anger surged remembering that day. Some older year had thought that he could teach her a lesson by sexually assaulting her sister, thankfully Lily Moon had somehow saved her sister. She would be forever grateful to her.

The memory started getting distorted because of her anger and her head started spinning.

A tiny weight landed on her shoulder and her anger calmed down instantly. She turned to see the fairy glowing brightly, her eyes the same colours as Daphne's.

"It's okay. Everything is fine. It's in the past. He will fix everything." The little girl said in a soft tone. Daphne could feel the little fairy holding her own anger back and nodded, taking deep breaths to control her anger.

The memory faded again and this time she was in the stands of a stadium alongside herself and the little fairy. It was the same stands she saw being built in the Forbidden Forest a few days ago.

A dragon flew over her head and Daphne's eyes went wide when she saw what- or more precisely who it was chasing.

Harry Potter.

The dragon was chasing Harry Potter, who was outflying the Dragon. Daphne somehow knew what it was, the first task of the Triwizard Tournament.

Her head snapped to the fairy on her shoulder who nodded and spoke. "The future."

Daphne exhaled sharply, confused.

Time travel was not possible this far into the past and even the shorter ones had consequences for interacting with someone else.

She didn't want to believe it but again, her magic begged her to and it all felt so real. The memory faded again and she again somehow knew what was going to happen.

In front of her eyes, Harry Potter brought Weasley and a blond girl out of the Black Lake.

Another set of memories went by but they were too fast to see properly. Yet, she knew exactly what happened.

The memory changed and now she was sitting in the Quidditch stands. In front of her was a big maze and the Champions were getting ready to enter it. The memory sped up and she found herself standing beside Harry Potter, in front of… Voldemort.

Daphne's breath hitched and she watched the memory with trepidation.

The Dark Lord challenged Potter to a duel and Daphne had to see Potter suffer through the Cruciatus Curse again and again. The fairy beside her gritted her teeth whenever Potter was hit with Crucatius and some of her anger made a few images distorted.

Soon the memory ended and Daphne was drowning again.

It abruptly stopped and she appeared in the Great Hall.

"Sorry about that, I lose my control whenever I see that." The little fairy apologetically said and Daphne nodded her head in understanding. She had suffered a similar outburst earlier, after all.

The memories again sped up and she experienced all of her fifth, sixth and seventh year at Hogwarts under a few seconds. All of the memories of her future started slowly storing themselves behind her Occlumency shields.

She didn't know how she wasn't overwhelmed by experiencing the memories of her future just in a few seconds. No, overwhelmed was downgrading it. Her brain should be broken by it. At least, it should not have been possible for her to understand them.

Daphne guessed the fairy was the reason it was possible.

Like she could sense her thoughts, the little fairy gave a cheeky grin and said. "Magic."

Daphne wanted to roll her eyes at the remark but was unable to do so because of the influx of memories

Finally, the memories slowed down and Daphne found herself standing beside Potter, again. Who was facing Voldemort. Again.

This time though, she saw Potter defeat the dark lord clearly, his body turning into ashes.

That's why she was confused by the feelings of trepidation and fear emanating from the fairy.

Was the dark lord going to resurrect himself again? But according to the memories all his Horcruxes were destroyed. Then what?

Daphne returned her attention to the memory since it was the only way to get her answers.

Once Potter finished Voldemort, some started celebrating, some looked relieved like herself and her sister, while some mourned for the fallen. All the while Potter looked… lost. A part of Daphne's heart went towards him. She wanted to comfort him and she got the same feeling from her future self too.

However, an unholy sound drew her attention. It was a mix of roar, shriek and much more.

Most of the people present started heading towards the voice. The scenery moved and she was looking at an abomination.

That's what it was.

The creature looked like a chimera. An unholy mixture of the ugliest creatures. It looked like it was made from some sort of Magic.

She finally understood the reason behind the fairy's fear. Just seeing it in her memories paralysed her, not to mention the fear she felt from future-self.

"W-What i-is t-that?" She couldn't help but ask in horror.

The fairy answered somberly. "A being of Chaos. One among the countless of the Chaos King's army."

Daphne's face, which was already pale because of her ghostly state and fear, became even paler, if that was even possible.

One among countless? She couldn't even begin to fathom it, the Hogwarts contingent was having trouble stopping even a single one.

No. It would be more appropriate to say that the being was toying with them.

Within moments nearly half of the people present were eaten by the Chaos being. Somehow though, Potter was able to subdue it.

"He didn't subdue it. He just fed it enough of his magic to satisfy it for a while. The ancient magic of Hogwarts was also continuously suppressing it." The fairy clarified.

Daphne couldn't believe it. "It c-can't be killed?"

"It can be. But you need to do it with pure raw Magic. Most of the Wizards don't even have half of what is required though."

The scenery moved and now Harry was leading the remaining survivors through some secret tunnel with Granger. She didn't even notice she had started calling him Harry.

"Harry, where are we even going?" Granger asked.

But Harry didn't reply and kept running with the others following. They finally hit a wall and Granger was about to question again when Harry raised the wand Voldemort was carrying earlier.

"Clear the way." The wand glowed and another pathway carved itself. Everyone present gawked at him including Granger and both the Daphne's. 'How?'

The same pattern repeated itself for hours without a pause and Harry refused to rest even after many requested it. He even went as far as to carry those first to fourth years who had decided to fight the Death Eaters and the injured with the help of his magic.

It would have been obvious to everyone that he was pushing himself way beyond his limits even without the strain his face showed.

Granger worriedly held Harry's hand and started walking with him, though it was clear she was very tired.

"Harry please, we need to rest. You need to rest, you are hurting yourself." Granger pleaded.

Harry snapped. "We can't Hermione." Granger didn't look bothered with his anger, obviously used to it.

Harry's eyes softened and he squeezed Granger's hand and replied in a soft and fearful voice. "We can't stop Hermione. My magic tells me, Hermione, we will die if we stop. Don't worry, we are gonna reach our destination soon, wherever that is."

Harry gave Hermione a soft smile and returned his focus to creating the path again. Granger's worry hadn't reduced, Daphne could tell, but still, she believed in Harry and started supporting him herself.

Seeing Harry like that, Daphne wanted to take all his worries away. But she was unable to do anything, being just a spectator. Thankfully, her future self could help Harry and she did, which he gratefully accepted.

The memories sped up again and she started seeing everything in fast forward, her mind processing everything at the same speed.

Memories after memories passed by and she saw everything, from Harry leading everyone to the Goblin nation and then receiving shelter, her befriending Harry, his fight with Weasley over Hermione, his confession to Hermione, him arguing with Weasleys to Harry discussing his family's history with Narcissa Malfoy.

She saw it all. And then the memories slowed down at Gringotts being attacked by a Horde of Chaos Beings.

Gringotts didn't stand for long after that. Thankfully, Harry evacuated most people. But, not without sacrifices. A lot of people died; Ginny Weasely, Dean Thomas, Bill Weasley, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and most importantly... Hermione.

Daphne's heart ached seeing Harry so lost, so broken, holding Hermione's dead body in his hands. Her future self shared the same sentiment.

A powerful Magical blast occurred which her ghostly self was able to feel too and every single Chaos being was integrated to dust.

After the dust settled, Harry was lying unconscious over Hermione's dead body, she guessed it was accidental magic.

Her future self, Tracey, Luna Lovegood and Longbottom, the only ones remaining behind, carried his body along with Hermione's.

The memories sped up and she experienced all the feelings her future self was feeling.

Harry went into a coma after that day and Neville became the de-facto leader of the group along with her and Luna.

They struggled to navigate their way without Harry. The Chaos Beings had attacked without discrimination, eating both magicals and muggles.

They couldn't even leave Britain, since every other country had sealed their borders completely, both magically and non-magically. It was becoming harder for them to survive.

Daphne could feel her future self's ire at the people who said they should leave Harry and Hermione's bodies because they were a burden.

The memory finally slowed upon them reaching one of the only two remaining safe houses in Britain, The Barbarians. It was a small bar from outside but magically expanded inside, she didn't even know something like it existed.

Apparently, it was the central hub for British Mercenaries.

It was there the remaining survivors met Asher Evans and Harry woke up.

Daphne couldn't blame her future self nor the others when they were stunned to find out who Asher Evans was. Lily Potter's younger brother, who only a few knew of and they had thought he had died along with his parents when the death eaters had killed them.

That had not been the case.

Asher had fled the scene with help from his parents and had lived on the streets for nearly 8 years. They were even more shocked to find out that he was magical and a powerful one at that.

The memories sped up and this time they didn't slow down for a long time. They didn't slow down when they were attacked again and Asher and Harry took care of a Horde without any trouble nor when her future self and Harry got closer and start dating.

They didn't slow down when her future self and Harry had their first time- She was glad for that one- nor when they started a Polymarous relationship with Tracey, Susan and Fleur.

The memories kept going and going, showing no mercy. She wasn't even able to cry properly when Tracey and Astoria died. Fleur followed them soon and so did Susan.

The memory finally slowed down and Daphne wished it hadn't.

It was too painful to watch herself in Harry's hand while he cried, her body slowly rotting away. The pain wasn't because she was dying. No, it was because of how Harry looked. Lifeless. Hurt. Completely broken.

He didn't look that broken when the others died. She could understand, every single witch he loved had died, he was probably blaming himself for it.

"Please love, please. Please, don't leave me. I will be all alone. Please, don't go." The future Harry cried and her future self slowly lifted her hand cupped his cheek.

"D-Don't... w-worry Harry. I, I w-will always be with you." Future-Daphne slowly moved her hand and pointed at his heart. "In your... Heart. And Soul." Her hand fell but she continued speaking. "I-I will see you.. on the o-other side. Don't co-come too quickly t-though, I-I will be very cross with you." After saying her last words and giving a loving smile her body went limp.

Daphne didn't feel it but she knew she was crying and so was the fairy on her shoulder.

After a moment Harry stopped crying and closed her eyes.

He slowly stood up, his eyes hooded and started killing every single Chaos Being in his vicinity. The fury inside him was enough to distort the memory they were seeing.

This time Daphne was grateful for the speeding up of memories because she couldn't bear feeling Harry's pain.

The next memory to be slowed down was of Beatrix's birth, she was a little fairy born from Magic. A miracle.

And she was Daphne and Harry's Daughter.

Daphne finally understood what the other feeling she was feeling towards the little fa- Beatrix. It was Motherly love.

Before she could even speak or turn towards Beatrix, the memories sped up even more than before and she realised they were the final set of them.

She witnessed the loss of the Chaos King and Harry's triumph.

But, alas, he was the last human standing. Harry then started studying ritual after ritual and finally was able to find a way to not only send his memories to his past self but to others too. The memories did not show how he was able to do it, however.

He then sent the memories with Beatrix to the past because he wanted her to live a long and happy life, which he hoped his younger version could provide.

The memories of the future finally ended and Daphne found herself drowning again.

-HP:CW-

This time, she woke up with a gasp.

Daphne frantically searched for Beatrix and found her sitting near her legs.

Both of them tentatively reached for each other and Daphne pulled Beatrix in her embrace.

"Hello, Mum." Beatrix softly said and Daphne peppered her face with kisses.

"Hello, Bea." Daphne said, smiling. A few tears were trailing down her cheeks which Beatrix cleaned lovingly.

"You don't feel weird about me, do you?" Beatrix asked and Daphne could see the fear in her eyes. The fear of not being accepted. The fear of her and others rejecting Beatrix.

A Mother's love, however, was a powerful thing. Perhaps, the most powerful. It wasn't limited by time. It was timeless and eternal. It couldn't be bound by the boundaries of a species.

"You are my daughter, Beatrix Potter. I accept it and so does my magic. Doesn't matter if I didn't give you 'birth' or you are not a human, you are still my daughter ." Daphne said in a firm yet gentle tone.

Beatrix stared at her for a moment and then suddenly tackled Daphne into another hug with all the strength she could muster. She slowly started sobbing and Daphne rubbed soothing circles on her back and muttered sweet reassurances in Bea's ears.

Daphne understood Beatrix's reaction. Bea had grown up without her mothers and as much as Harry tried, he couldn't provide her with the complete love of both mother and father, especially when he had to fight a war and deal with his grief.

Slowly, Beatrix's sobbing came to a halt and she peeked from her embrace.

"Thank you." Beatrix said, still not letting go of Daphne.

Daphne only smiled softly which made Beatrix hide in her embrace again.

She finally asked after a moment. "So now, can you now tell me why you came to me when the plan was to go to Harry according to the memories?"

Beatrix sounded reluctant but after an encouraging look from Daphne, spoke in a tone full of mischief. "Well, Papa always said no plan survives the first contact with the enemy."

Daphne's lips twitched in amusement.

*Author's Note:*

That's a wrap, hope you enjoyed it! I don't have a beta so please mention any mistakes in the comments. If you have any questions feel free to ask me.

The update schedule is dependent on the response the fic receives.

Reviews are appreciated, they motivate me to work faster and better.

See you soon.