Summary: Daphne seeks to kill the boy-who-lived to prove her worth as a Dark Lady. Unluckily for her, the boy-who-lived has been kept secret from the wizarding world for 10 years. Nobody knows who he or she is. Watch as Harry unknowingly evades her while on the path to becoming a great wizard. Slytherin Harry. Somewhat crack fic.
Daphne unfolded the parchment she kept in the bag and got out her quill. Now that she was on the Hogwarts Express, she could finally begin her detective work. She would do what no others could do and kill the boy who lived, and through that she would become the greatest Dark Lady to ever have existed!
"Excuse me," a voice interrupted.
Daphne looked up; a dark-haired boy was peering into her compartment.
"Is this seat taken?" He asked pointing to the seat across from her.
She grew dismayed. Truthfully, she would've preferred the compartment all to herself. To plan her plan. But if she had to share, she might as well start finding more about the boy. To knock him off her list of potential suspects of course.
"No." she said formally. Daphne grew rigid in posture and straightened the green headband on her head as well. "But if you must sit down here, I must ask you some questions first."
"Like what?" he said dumping his stuff on the floor next to him.
"Ask you if you are the boy-who-lived of course." Daphne said simply, dipping her quill into a pot of ink.
"The boy who lived?" He said scrunching up his nose in confusion.
"Yes," Daphne repeated. "The boy-who-lived."
"Who's he?" the boy asked.
Clearly this boy wasn't him. Such ignorance! To not know who the boy-who-lived, slayer of the Dark Lord Voldemort and hero of the wizarding world, was a great disgrace. He was clearly a muggleborn.
"Never mind," she said now deeming that he wasn't the one. "What's your name," she asked pursuing a more friendly approach.
"Harry Potter," he said.
"And what year are you in?" Daphne asked again, scribbling his name on the piece of parchment.
"Er," he replied slowly. He was taking note of her writing his name down, but Daphne didn't pay notice. "I'm going to be a first year."
"Hmm, me too," Daphne answered absentmindedly. She crossed his newly written name off her parchment with a satisfied smile. The list was shrinking. At this rate she'll have her answer in a couple of months.
She looked up and was met with weary green eyes.
"What's the list for?" he asked.
She froze, realizing her mistake in leaving it in plain sight. Right where anyone could see it! If Dumbledore found out what she was trying to do, she would be off the train in minutes and then into Azkaban.
She was too young for Azkaban!
Daphne would have to obliviate the boy. It was the only way to protect herself. Although she had no idea how to cast the spell, she would try anyways. They do say that practice makes perfect.
She reached for her wand, but before she had a chance to fully grasp it an idea popped into her head.
What if the boy was to help her look for the boy-who-lived? She knew she could trust him because he was just a muggleborn completely ignorant of the wizarding world. If she took him in now, she could inform him of proper pureblood culture. Show him the importance of the work Daphne was trying to do. If she showed him the way, he could even help her in her search.
And it was true, Daphne now conceded, that any dark lady was nothing without the support of her minions.
It was embarrassing to see now that Daphne didn't have any. That would have to change.
"The list is to help me look for the boy-who-lived," Daphne replied. Finally, having settled on her plan she decided she would bring this boy under her wing.
"Who's the boy-who-lived!?" Harry said exacerbated. "You never answered my question."
"The boy-who-lived is the wizard who killed Voldemort as a baby. He is an extremely powerful wizard and it's rumored that he is going to Hogwarts this year. I am trying to find him so that I can prove my power as a witch. If I stop him there will be no one brave enough to question me!"
"If he is so powerful," Harry said. "How do you plan on beating him?"
Daphne pushed her stuff to the side of the seat and went searching through her rucksack. With great effort, she heaved out a big tome of a book.
"With this," was Daphne's answer.
"What's that?"
"This," Daphne said, blowing the dust off the top cover. "Is the Greengrass grimoire. It has all sorts of powerful spells that have been passed from generation to generation. All the pureblood families have their own."
"Whoa," said Harry now in awe of the dusty old textbook. He reached to flip a page of the book, but Daphne smacked his hand away.
"Hey!" Cried Harry rubbing his wrist. "What was that for!?"
"It's not for just anyone to see," Daphne responded "Weren't you listening? It's only for the Greengrass family to use. Even I had to steal it from my father's safe just to get it."
"But," Daphne continued. "If you help me with my projects at Hogwarts, I will help teach you some spells and about the wizarding world."
Harry, who hadn't had any friends before today, readily agreed, so in the end they shook on it.
And so began the great partnership that would be Harry and Daphne.
AN: I am a slow writer so it might take me a while to continue if I even do actually decide to continue it. I've been reading Haphne for a while and trying to come up with various ideas for a while now too. I've decided to publish this one just to see how it goes. Anyhow, thanks for reading!
