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Her loss
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I have been many things in life. A devoted daughter, A loving big sister, A Hogwarts student, A successful business woman, A great fool.
That last one is how I see myself now. Even after all this time. Let me explain.
I was born to 2 loving parents named Adelia and Markus. I know not the names you would first think of when you hear the word pure-blood, but those are my parents' names.
I was an only child until my mother gave birth to my sister Astoria.
Now you would think I would resent another child coming in and taking my parent's time away from me. Well, you would be wrong in your assumption. All it took was looking at my sister for the first time, and I was put completely under her spell. I vowed to myself that I would be the best big sister I could ever be.
But I'm getting off track. For years me and Astoria were raised as pure-blooded princesses, and I had already planned out how my life would go once I reached Hogwarts. I would be sorted into either Ravenclaw, or Slytherin, and I would follow A plan that would see my family want for nothing before Tory graduated from Hogwarts.
This would preclude me from having any kind of loving relationship, but let's face it. I was 9 years old when I came up with this plan, and I wasn't looking for love yet. It all seemed to go perfectly at first.
I had gotten my Hogwarts letter on my 11th birthday, and done my shopping the next day. I had boarded the Hogwarts express on Sept first, and kept to myself until we reached Hogsmeade station. This is where I started making mistakes. Although I didn't realize it at the time.
I hardly took notice of my class mates at first. All through the walk down to the boats, the crossing of the black lake, and climbing the steps up to the castle I was trying to decide if my plan was better suited for Ravenclaw or Slytherin. It was in the entrance chamber I first noticed Potter.
He wasn't much to look at. Rather skinny, short for his age, and looking around as if he were lost. But how could that be I wondered to myself. After all it was well known that Dumbledore had spirited him away for secret training. Out of all of us Harry potter should have been the best prepared. Instead, you would almost think this was his first time in the magical world. Crazy right?
It was when he looked me in the eyes that something changed. Up to that point he had looked lost. Needing something to remain anchored to this world. after word he seemed to have a purpose. Like he would do whatever it took to make me happy. It made me feel uncomfortable. Thankfully he did not approach me. I am still not sure what I would have done if he did. He kept his eyes on me until I went under the sorting hat.
When I was sorted into Slytherin I saw his eyes change. It wasn't hatred, which was what I expected. No, it was more a calculating look as if he was trying to resolve something in his mind. It was my turn to watch him until it was his turn under the hat.
I can still remember when Potter's name was called. Everyone around me, except for that ponts Draco looked surprised at Potter's look. It was possible that like me they were expecting a confident, taller, and yes better-looking kid. Instead, we got this runt who looked nervous as he walked up to the stool.
Potter spent a long time under the sorting hat. I would give a lot to know just what kind of conversation he and the hat had, before they had announced Gryffindor.
As Potter walked over to the Gryffindor table, where the 2 I would come to know as the Weasley twins were chanting "we got Potter, we got Potter", I locked away any feelings that might have started stirring within me. It was an excepted fact that Gryffindors and Slytherins did not get together. We would share classes, we would compete for the house cup and quidditch cup, but we would never mix together in any meaningful way. Oh, How I regret that now. After the sorting nothing seemed to happen until our first potions class.
Professor Snape had told his first year Slytherins what potion we would be brewing this class and so I had read up on the particulars on how to make a cure for boils potion. After he had tested Potter with questions that even I didn't know the answers to, he had revealed a set of instructions on the board, and told us to brew the potion. I was disgusted to see most of my fellow Slytherins head for the ingredients cupboard without even glancing at the board. Did they want everyone to know Snape had told us the potion before class? I at least read the board before collecting the ingredients I would need.
The surprise was again Potter. He took the time to copy the instructions down from the board, and read through them twice before he rose and collected his ingredients. This meant Potter was the last to start brewing. Despite this he worked quickly and efficiently.
Snape walked around the room commenting favorably on the Slytherin potions, and scornfully on that of the Gryffindors. When he got to Potter's potion Potter didn't even look up, he was just so focused on his potion.
Snape made a couple of nasty comments about Potter's potion, but when Potter gave no sign, he had even heard Snape's voice Snape got angry. Drawing his wand Snape vanished Potter's potion. Even though it was 1 of the better ones.
This caused Potter to glance up at Snape.
"Think you can get by without listening to your professor Potter?"
Potter glanced down at where his potion had been. He seemed to think for a minute. He glanced around the room at all the stations. Crabs' potion looked like a slime ball had been dropped in the cauldron, and Goil's was no better. Potter looked back at Snape and raised 1 eyebrow.
Snape turned even redder. "One hundred points from Gryffindor for your cheek Potter. You receive a zero for the day. Clean up your work station, and get out of my class room."
Potter spent 5 minutes cleaning his equipment, and left the potions lab.
I was surprised with the vehemence Professor Snape treated Potter, but I shrugged it off. I thought that would be the end of it. Except the very same thing happened the following week. Minus the surprise questions. Snape walked around the room complimenting us Slytherins, and putting the Gryffindors down. All this before vanishing Potter's potion, Potter looking around the potion's lab, and raising an eyebrow that would cause Snape to take a hundred points from Gryffindor before kicking Potter out of the class.
The third week would give me the first clue to how devious Potter could be. We were all in the middle of brewing our potions while Snape did his version of a walk around. He had just vanished Potter's potion when a stunner was fired at Snape. I didn't know that at the time, but now with six more years of schooling under my belt I can look back and recognize the spell. Snape not seeing the stunner dropped to the floor. everyone was looking around the room in shock, until a member of the school board pulled off an invisibility cloak.
"Class is dismissed" he said waving his wand vanishing everyone's potions.
I with the other Slytherins tried to find out what was going on, but we were all shoed out of the class.
I later learned that Professor Snape had been fired by the board due to his pour teaching methods. The board had evidently received memories of our first 2 classes, and decided to get a competent teacher for potions.
Everyone was trying to discover who had gotten Snape fired. Honestly it was so obvious to me. Only Potter had looked around the room at the state of each potion before being kicked out of potions. He was the only one who could have sent a memory good enough to get the board's attention.
Oh, I forgot apparently Potter can really fly. Our very first flying lesson Potter was able to catch Longbottom's remembrall that he had dropped when he fell and broke his wrist. Apparently, Professor McGonagall had been watching, because at the first quidditch match of the season Potter was flying on a Nimbus 2000.
The rest of that year was pretty quiet. There was the scare of a troll in the dungeons on Halloween, but none of us Slytherins saw the beast on our way back to the common room.
I had also heard rumors that Potter and Granger had been caught out after curfew, and that they had lost Gryffindor 1 hundred and 50 house points.
I didn't understand it. Potter didn't seem the sort to break rules without a good reason, and Granger was even less likely to do so.
Then there was the mysterious disappearance of our defense professor just before the leaving feast. Wild rumors were flying about that Potter, Granger, and Weasley had run the gauntlet on the third floor. Head-master Dumbledore had warned off everyone from that corridor, but I had it on good authority that several students had gone to see what it was all about.
Apparently, there was some truth to the rumors. For at the leaving feast Dumbledore awarded 1 hundred and 60 points between Potter, Granger, and Weasley. That had tied the Gryffindors with us Slytherins. This tie was broken when Dumbledore awarded 10 points to Longbottom. And so, my first year of Hogwarts came to an end.
That summer I told my parents all about the weird things that seemed to surround Potter. They and Tory were just as mystified as I was. Father instructed me to keep an eye on Potter next year.
During the rest of the summer, I studied to 1 day take over the family business. My family was an exporter of rare potion ingredients, and business had been booming ever since the defeat of the dark lord. I had set myself the goal of expanding the business by the time I graduated. Yes, I was still acting like a little girl, instead of a grownup. Before I knew it, I was back on the express heading for Hogwarts for my second year.
I hate to admit it, but I had no idea that Potter and Weasley were missing from the welcoming feast. From what I overheard later Potter and Weasley had flown an enchanted car from Kings Cross station to Hogwarts. I also heard they ended up crashing into the whomping willow. I sighed to myself. How fool hardy could you be to fly to Hogwarts.
I thought nobody could be worse than Quirrell, but Lockhart was just as bad. If not even worse. Our very first day of defense all we did was fill out a bloody survey.
Now you would think this survey would be about defense, but no it was all about Lockhart himself. I determined half way through that I would have to self-study defense again. Just like last year.
As if the quiz wasn't enough, then the idiot released a group of Cornish pixies on the class. It took far too long to collect all the pixies, and place them back into their cage. Though it was slightly amusing to see Longbottom be hung from the ceiling. Though I won't be telling anyone that. His grandmother can be scary.
The year passed quietly until Halloween. Potter and some of the Gryffindors were missing from the feast, although I heard a Rumer that they were visiting Sir Nicolas's 500th death day party.
However, that paled to nothing when compared to the finding of Mrs. Norris. Even I could tell she had been petrified. Then there was the writing on the wall. "The chamber of secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir beware".
Of course, Potter and his friends got blamed. No one had seen them during the feast, and Lockhart just couldn't keep his mouth shut. Thankfully the ghosts spoke up for Potter, and life moved on.
Time passed as it often does, and there were 2 more attacks. First was that annoying Creevy kid, and then Finch-Fletchley from Hufflepuff along with Sir Nickolis. That would normally wouldn't affect me, but I guess because of these attacks Lockhart decided to sponsor and hold a dueling club. Again, this wouldn't affect me, except Lockhart asked our head-of-house to co-host the event. Meaning all of us Slytherins got dragged along to the class.
That club was a total waist of my time, except I learned the fact that Potter could speak Parseltongue. Up until that point I hadn't known that little fact, and it just made Potter more mysterious. Still not enough to make me try to get closer to the boy.
Interestingly there were no more attacks that year. Until a student was taken down into the chamber of secrets that is. I have nothing but rumors again, but I heard that Potter had to go down into the chamber of secrets, and battle a monster to save a student's life. No idea who the student was though. Though curiously Lockhart was forced to leave the school at the end of the year. Somehow, he had lost his memory, and couldn't even remember his own name.
Oh, and all of the petrified students were revived just before the end of year exams. Dumbledore (graciously) cancelled exams. Ignoring the fact that this meant none of us students knew how well we did this year.
That summer was even harder for me. To make sure I had indeed learned everything I needed to learn this last year my parents put me through harder versions of the end of year exams. Thankfully I got a passing grade in all of them. Even if my defense grade was only an A.
Everything was purring along smoothly, and then we got word that Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban. Normally I would have just let the news slide off of me. After all it wasn't likely I would run into the man I was sure the aurors would catch him. No, my problem was the fact the minister decided to place dementors around Hogwarts. I had heard about these demons from my parents, and I knew these demons would be around the school my little sister would be attending for the first time. I almost requested my parents to pull me from Hogwarts, and send me and Astoria to another school, but I decided not to.
That year was the quietest I had ever experienced. Aside from the 1 scare of a dementor on the Hogwarts express, I and Tory were left alone.
Our teacher for defense that year was 1 Remus Lupin. He really knew his subject, despite is shabby appearance. It wasn't until near the end of the year that I realized he was a werewolf, but to be honest I would be happy to learn from him.
The only strange thing that year was rumors of Granger being in multiple places at once, but this time I discounted all of them. As far as I knew the only way for someone to be in more than 1 place at A time was through the use of a time turner, and I was certain nobody would give 1 of those to a teenager. I was wrong, but I didn't know that at the time.
Unfortunately for us Professor Lupin received a generous job offer, and so he resigned right after the end of year tests. I was sorry to see him go. After all he was the one who brought us up to date in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Unfortunately for Mr. Lupin it turned out to be a terrible prank, for when he went to apply for the job, he was told they weren't looking for any new applicants at this time. So, the best defense teachers we had ever had was now out of a job, and a new defense teacher had to be found.
Nothing of real note happened that summer, except that I finally better understood why girls went gaga over 1 boy or another. Looking back, I now know I made the wrong decision, but I decided to wait on finding a man to help look after me until I had either taken over dad's business, or started a business of my own.
Nothing special happened on the train ride back to Hogwarts for my fourth year, and before I knew it, I found myself sitting at the Slytherin table with head-master Dumbledore giving the start of term notices.
I was surprised when it was announced that quidditch was cancelled. I wasn't 1 for playing the sport myself, but I did enjoy watching Potter put that prat Malfoy in his place on the pitch. Instead, apparently, we were hosting the Tri-wizard tournament.
I had never heard of this competition before, and what I heard described made me even less likely to enter. Then I learned along with everyone else that champions had to be at least 17 years old to enter. I lost interest at that point, and focused more on my upcoming classes.
The days leading up to the arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang for the tournament were quiet. Oh, there were the usual pranks from the Weasley twins, and there were fights between the youngest mail Weasley and Granger, but for everyone else the year proceeded properly.
That all changed on the night of the champion selection. For Durmstrang Victor Krum was selected by the goblet of fire. A magical artifact used to choose the competitors for the tournament. For Beauxbatons a Fleur Delacour was selected. Given her looks as she rose from the Ravenclaw table, as well as the nasty looks some of her fellow Beauxbatons classmates were shooting her, I guessed Miss Delacour was a Veela. I refocused on the goblet as the last name was spit out. I blinked as Dumbledore called Sedric Diggory.
I thought that would be it. After all this was called the tri-wizard tournament, but to my surprise, and I guessed the person involved as well Potter's name was called.
Anyone watching him could instantly tell he did not want this. Besides the head-master had placed an age-line around the goblet preventing anyone under the age of 17 from submitting their name.
Quite unwillingly Potter followed the other champions into the chamber behind the staff table.
Over the next few weeks, I watched as the hole of the school turned on Potter. The Hufflepuffs looked upon him as stealing their glory. Ravenclaws couldn't figure out how he had gotten past the age-line, and so they took out their frustration over the situation on Potter. Not to mention Chang was Diggory's girlfriend, so she would have pulled the Ravenclaws in on Hufflepuff's side anyway.
The majority of my house disliked Potter just on principle, and to stay under the radar, whatever that means, I heard a muggleborn say it once in a similar situation, I, my best friend Tracy, and my sister had to go along with the rest of them.
Gryffindor was the real surprise for me. I expected them to stand behind Potter. Even if they didn't all believe he hadn't done anything wrong. Oh, how wrong I was. Almost everyone in Gryffindor turned on their golden boy. Lead by the youngest male Weasley. Only Granger, and the Weasley twins supported Potter.
It was like this right up until the day of the first task.
It was revealed to everyone sitting in the stands that the champions would be required to steal a golden egg from a nesting mother dragon. I had to wonder how stupid the tournament organizers were. First a mother dragon would guard her nest powerfully against all comers. Second all dragons regardless if they are nesting mothers or not horde anything gold. Finally, it is well known that it takes teams of wizards to handle a dragon, and that's if they are quiet. For the champions, it looked like they were being set up for failure.
First up was Diggory. He got a calm Sweetish shortsnout. Despite that he only transfigured 1 distraction, and got burned lithely on the way out of the arena.
Delacour was up second, and she got a Welsh Green. She sang something, and put the dragon to sleep. This would have been perfect, except the dragon snorted in her sleep, and caught Delacour's robe on fire.
Krum was up next, and he had a Chinese Fireball. He was the most Vishes with his dragon. Firing a curse directly into the dragon's eyes. This caused her grate pain, and cost Krum some points when some of the other eggs were smashed.
Then finally it was Potter's turn. I knew there was a bet going around Slytherin house about how long Potter would last against a dragon. I will admit I didn't think much of Potter's chances as he stepped out into the arena, facing the meanest dragon of them all, the Hungarian Horntail. However, I also learned a very important lesson that day. That lesson was to never under estimate Harry Potter.
Potter had his wand in his hand as he stepped out into the arena. He glanced around at all the spectators who were booing his presents. It struck me then that it was not a good idea to boo the only person allowed to fight with the terrifying dragon I mean all Potter would have to do is find a way to unleash the dragon on the spectators, and the bloodbath would be enormous.
Thankfully Potter didn't look like he was considering genocide. Instead, Potter raised his wand, and called out the summoning charm.
We have been taught that when summoning something it is necessary to specify what it is you are trying to summon. Apparently, Potter either discarded that instruction, or he mastered the charm to a point where he doesn't need to say the name of his target. Either way Potter's broom zoomed into the arena right to potter's hand.
I had seen Potter fly during quidditch matches, and I thought he was good then. This made his flying then look like he was sleeping during the matches.
We know dragons are masters of flight. However, Potter, after freeing the dragon from her chain made it look like she was standing still while flying.
Let me be perfectly clear here. Potter a lone human out flew a dragon as if it were just a race with no stakes involved. Of course, Potter got his egg after tiring his dragon out.
Unfortunately depending on one's point of view Potter was only given a score of 30 points. Apparently what Potter did wasn't magical enough. so, each of the judges gave Potter only a score of 6 each.
Personally, I believe he deserved more, but I wasn't a judge. At least I thought nothing would happen between now and February 24th. Oh, how I was wrong.
A few weeks later Professor Vector, the head-of-house for Slytherin since Snapes sacking, announced the Yule ball. To me this was even worse than everything that had happened over the last 3 years here at Hogwarts.
After all I would now be asked to accompany someone to this yule ball, and that would interfere with my promised goals.
for weeks I was right. It seemed almost every unattached male in Slytherin asked me to be their date to the Yule ball.
Well all except for Malfoy. He didn't ask. He just walked up and demanded that I go with him.
I will not admit to the satisfaction I felt when I cursed Malfoy to be a girl for 2-hole weeks. Pansy Parkinson later walked up to me and thanked me for giving her something to laugh about for the length of the curse.
What surprised me the most was Potter himself asking me to the ball. I'll be honest here and admit I seriously considered excepting his request. However, in the end I turned him down.
Potter looked down for a minute, but afterward straitened. "Thank you for your time, Miss Greengrass".
I felt bad for turning him down, and so I explained that this was to protect my little sister.
Potter nodded. "If you ever need some help protecting your sister, please let me know."
With that Potter turned and walked away. As he turned, I thought I saw sadness in his eyes, but even to this day I'm not sure if what I saw was true.
On the night of the Yule ball, I spent time with Astoria. It was good just to be able to relax while all the Slytherins fourth year and upward were out of the common room.
It wasn't until the next day I learned that Potter also skipped the ball. That was when I got my first inkling that Potter liked me.
Aside from the uproar over Potter skipping the Yule ball, the rest of the time leading up to the second task was quiet.
Unlike the Yule ball I couldn't skip the second task. When we learned that the champions had to rescue hostages from the bottom of the black lake, I won't lie, I was glad I declined Potter's request. I had no desire to be seen as a damsel in distress.
I did wonder how they determined who would be whose hostage.
When Potter surfaced with not only Ronald Weasley, but also a young girl with silver hair I was confused. It was well known around the school that Potter's and Weasley's friendship was over ever since the choosing of the champions.
So why was Weasley down in the lake.
As for the little girl. She looked like a smaller version of Delacour. So, it was safe to assume that she was Delacour's hostage.
Since I had seen her pulled out of the water crying and screaming for someone, I guessed Potter had saved her along with Weasley.
Strangely after Potter submitted himself to the healer's examination, he sot me out with his eyes, and gave me a bow.
That was the second time I thought I may have made a mistake.
For me the rest of that year was blissfully quiet. I was sure I had done well on all my tests. Witch were held the day of the third task.
The task itself wasn't that interesting. How could it be with nothing but 20-foot-tall hedges to look at. So, I sat uninterestedly in the stands until the hedges suddenly melted away.
I watched as various creatures were transported away from the quidditch pitch. It took me a minute to realize something. I could see Krum, and Delacour, but where were Diggory and Potter. Apparently, I wasn't the first to notice this.
There was confusion for around 25 minutes, before Potter and Diggory appeared in the swirl of a portkey.
Diggory was looking around in a daze, while Potter was limping. I saw Potter whisper something to the head-master before he collapsed.
Whatever Potter whispered to Dumbledore; Dumbledore looked stubbornly unconvinced. For some reason he didn't like what he heard.
That summer was the strangest I had ever experienced. At first the Daily Prophet ran a smear campaign against Dumbledore and potter. For 10 days they slipped in comments that in a roundabout way called Potter a liar and deranged.
All that changed on the 11th day when a letter from Potter was printed that stated that despite what anyone else said he had not told anyone that You-know-who was back. In fact, his statement to Head-master Dumbledore, the only source that could have given anyone that statement, was that You-know-who was dead.
"I could never say that the dark tosser was back, as I saw him die with my own eyes."
From that day on the Prophet stopped going after Potter, and instead focused more on Dumbledore.
My fifth year was the quietest year I had ever experienced. Not only were the other houses treating Slytherin better, but the Slytherins who had been a pain in my backside had either backed off, been expelled, or had left on their own.
From what I could observe the same couldn't be said for Potter's year. I heard he was called to the head-master's office 10 times within the first 2 weeks. From my best friend Tracy, who had heard it second hand from Lavendar Brown, after the first time Potter refused to go to the office. Even when threatened with expulsion, Potter had just held out his wand, and told them to snap it.
Needless to say, he was never threatened with that again.
Speaking of Potter. I found it strange that every time we would cross paths in the hall that he would give me a bow, but otherwise do or say nothing.
Everything came to a head on the last day of the term before the students left for their summer vacation. Potter was walking out the doors of the school, when I noticed the head-master hurrying over with Granger and Weasley in toe.
"Oh boy" I thought to myself. "This will be good."
"Harry!"
Potter turned to face Granger. "Yes Hermione?"
"Why won't you listen to the Head-master? You know he only has your best interests at heart."
To my surprise Potter gave Granger a look that made her shrink back on herself. "Tell me Hermione, did you witness my fight with Quirrell?"
Dumbledore and Weasley frowned as Granger shook her head. "What does that have to do."
Potter held up his hand, stopping her in mid-sentence. "Have you witnessed my fight in the Chamber of Secrets?"
Again, Granger shook her head.
"Then how could any of you possibly know why I know for a fact that the dark tosser is dead?"
I will admit I was intrigued. What did Potter mean with those questions.
"Now Harry my boy" Dumbledore said. "You can't hold them responsible for your own decisions."
I blinked. What the bloody hell was that for. Whatever response Dumbledore was expecting, it wasn't laughter.
"Oh, Albus my boy" Potter replied. "I hold no one responsible for my decisions. However, by the same token I will not allow anyone who doesn't have all the facts, or who chooses to ignore some of the facts to pass judgement on me."
Dumbledore was rocked back on his heals.
It was then that Weasley spoke up. "What's the difference between those times you mentioned, and now?"
Potter paused, and then gave Weasley a nod. "The difference Ron, is this time there was no spirit."
With that Potter turned and walked out the doors of the school.
Even though Potter never returned for his last 2 years of schooling, that wasn't the last time I saw Potter. After graduating from Hogwarts, I did indeed take of the running of my father's business. Apparently when I had expressed an interest in taking it over 1 day, father had just waited for the day I said I was ready to lead. Even though it was hard work, it was still satisfying.
When Astoria was diagnosed with a wasting disease, I remembered Potter's words to me so long ago.
"If you ever need some help protecting your sister, please let me know."
When I sent him an owl requesting his help with Astoria's disease, he showed up the next day, and after casting a few spells had written out a list of potions.
"It's lucky you caught it early. This combination of potions taken daily for the next week will cure it right up."
I thanked him, and after shaking his hand, walked back to beside Astoria.
After a hesitation Potter left without a word.
That was my last mistake.
After that day I never saw Potter again. I use to get letters from him once a year or so after he left the school, but after helping Astoria he stopped writing. Owls couldn't find him. None of his friends had seen no sight of him. The professors were still trying to get in touch with him, right up until that faithful day.
I had been called to Gringotts. When I reached the conference room, I realized this was a will reading.
I couldn't think of anyone who would write me into their will. So, I took the place at the table I was pointed to.
To my shock we were all here for the reading of Harry Potter's will. I hadn't truly been a where how highly he had regarded me.
He gave his fortune away to various charities, not sparing any for most of his friends and remaining family. With the exception of Ronald Weasley.
Instead of giving him a bunch of galleons, witch Potter said himself would probably not last very long, Potter deeded control of the Chudley Cannons. I learned that this was Weasley's favorite quidditch team.
The rest was privet messages for people. I was still wondering why I had been asked to the reading, when a thick envelope was passed to me. Curious I opened it.
"Miss Greengrass, consider this my last message. I have been entranced by you since our first year.
Slytherin could be bad.
I watched how you did things every chance I could, endeavoring to learn as much as I could as quickly as possible.
It wasn't until the Yule Ball our fourth year I thought I would have a chance to get to know you better.
When you said no, I will not lie I felt something break inside.
It was plain to me that you didn't want to get close to not only me, but all of our classmates.
From then on, I gave you the space you wanted. Waiting for the day I could do something for the one person I felt closed to.
Now that I have fulfilled my personal Vough I believe it is finally time to go and be with my parents.
Thank you for brightening up my time at Hogwarts for the time I was there.
Once hoping to be yours
Harry James Potter".
I sat their stunned. Looking back, I could now identify the things Potter, no Harry, mentioned in the letter.
As I rose and left Gringotts I realized I had allowed my fear of what the future could hold to blind me to the love that I could have had. I could have been Daphne Lilly Potter.
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An: and that's it. Yes this story is told from Daphne's point of view. You may have noticed that I altered a few events. For example Snape's arrest in first year, and Harry not going to the Yule ball in fourth. I have been writing this story over the last 2 weeks, and it is finally complete. As usual any of my oneshots are up for grabs if anyone want's to use if you find anything useful.
I hope you all enjoyed this oneshot, and I will see you all next time.