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October 26, 1998

Monday Afternoon

There was still much to do in the way of halting all current proceedings against the former Death Eaters as well as their family members. It was incredibly likely that it would remain that way for years to come too, Harry knew that just as well as he knew how the hearts of people could fester. They weren't wrong to hold such a high amount of hatred towards Voldemort or those that had been loyal to him above all else; Bellatrix, Malfoy Senior, Dolohov, many of that sort deserved every ounce of hate and more.

It was those that followed him out of fear that deserved a sense of leniency, for the moment he was defeated, so too were they. Most, if not all of those who were currently in custody or out on bond had surrendered without a second thought and while they were still in the wrong, their family members were not. Nobody would ever be able to justify arresting an entire family for the deeds that one committed, least of all to Harry.

People like the Bulstrodes were an excellent example. Millicent's father was evil, well and truly, but her mother and siblings couldn't be more different. They were kind, her mother especially so from what he'd read from her file and so for the Wizengamot to target the lot of them… it didn't make sense. Worse, it seemed to Harry that those in power even after the reforms still seemed to harbour too much hatred towards others.

No Government — Wizengamot and the Ministry included — could ever be considered proper and right if they prosecuted innocents the same as those who were truly guilty. Kingsley recognised that just as much as Harry did and while his base of power steadily grew day by day on account of his wonderful works, it wasn't enough. There were still too many people entrenched in their positions who refused to acknowledge that they were in the wrong.

I'll fix that as soon as I finish Hogwarts and that's a fact.

Harry smiled to himself as he looked out of the window in the shared common room. He knew that his life would grow far busier than it currently was once he found himself finished with Hogwarts. It would likely be so busy that he wouldn't be given the chance to rest, just like Kingsley. Stress would run rampant, sleep would be hard to find but really, it was worth it.

He would give anything to see his homeland and the people that constituted it live in peace for the duration of his life. Harry would give even more than that, if such a thing was possible, to ensure that they continued on in peace for generations to come. Temporary resolutions and half-measures had seen them into this problem in the first place.

Those that deserved Azkaban were already in it or actively hunted by the Ministry, those that didn't would still receive punishment and the truly innocent amongst them would find themselves with no form of 'revenge' just because of their last name or family member. It brought him back to a quote he'd once heard, but he couldn't truly remember the source of it; no half-measures.

Whoever had thought it up was brilliant and wholely correct. There would be no negotiating with those who wished to see children in Azkaban, they were equally as guilty for this conflict and its escalation in the first place. Merlin, if he could get away with it, he'd see their seats revoked and their power permanently limited so long as they lived without any show of remorse for their actions.

"You've been sitting here looking out of this window for nearly thirty minutes, Harry. After all of your trips to and from the Headmaster's office, you're making me wonder if everything's as alright as you say it is," Daphne said from a few feet behind him, her presence only registering when she spoke.

Slowly, he turned to look at her and when he saw her standing as confident as ever with that tentative, friendly, coy smile on her face, he returned the look with one of his albeit in tired form. "Trust me, everything's perfectly fine. I've been a bit tired since I've started making those trips as often as I currently do, but I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world," Harry yawned and stretched his arms over his head, the action filling him with a sense of warmth and satisfaction as his body eased itself of some of its soreness. "You already know what I'm working on since I told you what it was, but Merlin, the progress is a lot slower than I would have thought it'd be."

Daphne snorted and slid into the open space beside him, her movement as graceful and liquid-like as ever. "If we weren't with them, we were against them, you understand that, don't you?"

"That's the sort of mindset that creates far more problems than it fixes. How they don't see that while being as old as they are, well, that's a problem. None of them should be on the Wizengamot, especially after a lot of other seats were lost because of the war or Azkaban sentences," Harry shook his head, further annoyed thanks to the current political bloc; it was one large group that emerged with far less damage and now saw itself as the head of the Government on account of that.

Anything they wanted to pass, they could… so long as Kingsley didn't veto it with his Minister executive powers. If he did that too often and without good reason, the support that they give to him would be lost. The Ministry as a whole would be well and truly done at that point. Give and take, that's all it'd be until other groups formed up again or the Ministry faced a second reform.

Can't do that second reform until I'm out of Hogwarts, Harry thought with an internal huff. They better be ready for me too — I have the people, almost all of them, and if they go against me, they go against the people.

"It is," Daphne agreed, nodding her head as she joined him in looking out of the window. "Most of those who currently sit on the Wizengamot fought alongside you or, barring that thanks to their old age, supported you with whatever you needed. They assume that gives them the right to do whatever they deem fit towards those who didn't do exactly that. You'll have to show them that they're wrong as you currently are if there's any hope they'll change… I feel as if I don't need to tell you this, but I will regardless; people as old as them seldom change," Daphne finished with a pat on his back, one that was light and lingering.

"You said you wanted to do something political when you got out of Hogwarts, right?" Harry asked, an idea coming to his head. One that could help him immensely for years and years, assuming it worked.

"I did mention something similar to that, yes. Why, do you have something you'd like to dissuade me from doing like Tracey?" Daphne's question was teasing and as always when she was light-hearted, a small blush was present on her very pale face.

Tracey usually ribbed her a lot because of that, mentioning that Daphne was her only pink friend. Harry had to laugh along with Tracey, Daphne and Delphini were truly some of the palest people he'd ever seen. He didn't understand how that was the case despite their northern spot, but it was still brilliant to see how bright they could blush.

"No, not remotely," He said quickly after he realised he'd been staring at the now heavily blushing girl. "I was actually thinking about getting you a job offer when I spoke with Kingsley… assuming you'd want one?"

Daphne raised an eyebrow at him, her business-like mode clicking on despite her blush. "You were going to speak with the Minister in private as you often do and during that meeting, you were going to discuss offering me a job within the Ministry? That's very kind of you, Harry, but I don't want you to feel as if you need to do this. I wouldn't want to be beholden either, I could find an apprenticeship or the like without making you feel as i—"

"I don't feel like I have to do this, it's just something that you deserve and in a selfish way, something that would help me out just as much as you," Harry grinned at Daphne, her second eyebrow having raised itself as she looked at him quietly. "If you got a job in the Ministry, wherever it was and whatever it was, I could trust that area completely since I know you're not one to slack off. It'd be a huge stress reliever and beyond that, wicked to see you at the Ministry since It'd mean I have two real friends present at all times."

"What, you don't think Tracey or Delphini will attempt to land a job working at the Ministry?" Daphne asked as a smirk formed on her face and one of her hands came down to rest on his shoulder in an oddly intimate moment from the girl.

"Maybe Delphini, but definitely not Tracey. It'd be a crazy, obviously fake day if Tracey ever wanted to be in charge of something. I do truly think she'd be good at it too, she can really apply herself when she feels like it," Harry said, shaking his head for a second or so in actual sadness.

Tracey loved to live freely and without responsibility. It was something he really admired in her personality even if it was a lifestyle that would never truly fit him. Her manners, her jokes, her kindness, none of it would ever be lost on him and anybody who attempted to take advantage of her; he hoped they would be well prepared for hundreds of enemies.

He didn't overestimate that number either, if anything, that was him lowballing it. Tracey's power came from her ability to make friends regardless of their backgrounds or views. You could put her next to the craziest Pureblood Supremacist or the equally as crazy Muggleborn Progressive; neither would be treated with hostility by the girl, for she cared not for anything but who you were as a person, politics and other views be damned.

If ever the time came that she wanted to be a politician or something of that manner, he felt bad for whoever she'd go up against. Merlin, even him as the saviour and all, it'd still probably be a pretty close race. Her beauty, her heart and when she really bothered, her intelligence, all of it coalesced to make a remarkable person.

"Minister Davis… the thought is as amusing as it is terrifying — I could already see mandatory sweet days and Hogwarts' uniforms being forcibly disbanded or modified to be more in line with 'style' as she calls it," Daphne blinked a few times, a wince coming and going very quickly before she turned towards the door. "Now that you seem more relaxed and with a bit of free time on your hands, why don't you come with me for a raid of the kitchens? I'm sure those elf friends of yours would be all too willing to feed us despite it being such an odd time."

Harry smiled and nodded at Daphne's words as the two of them moved towards the exit of the common room. He didn't think he'd ever truly grow accustomed to sharing the space with people from all across Hogwarts' houses, but the more time that he spent near the entirety of them, the more he realised that it was the way Hogwarts should have been run from its inception.

Maybe Minister Davis could eventually right that wrong… he couldn't stop the small snort that escaped him at the thought.

October 30, 1998

Friday Evening

"It's time for you to get up and moving, lazy," Daphne said, one of her thin fingers with a sharp, long nail poking Tracey in the side as if she were a dead animal. "If you don't get up soon, I'll sick Harry on you — no, not like in your Muggle books either. Your mind is entirely too depraved for me to not have to correct myself."

Tracey snorted and rolled over, now on her back whilst she rested on the couch. "Come on, can't I just enjoy myself for a few seconds? Minutes are fine too and maybe an hour or ten could work, but we just ate."

"We finished eating nearly thirty minutes ago," Daphne said with a sigh as she leaned back, a hand on her head. "Harry, while Tracey enjoys her nap and Delphini takes forever to change, why don't we go over your recent happenings? I have to confess I'm quite curious about the work you've been doing on account of how secretive you've kept it."

Harry grinned. "If I told you what I was working on and how the progress was going, it wouldn't be that good of a secret, now would it?"

"You understand I'm not above cursing you, right?" Daphne asked, her expression showing that she was only partially joking as she poked at him with her wand in hand. "Surely there's something you could share, be it the likelihood of additional charges being brought up now lowered or those in power that don't deserve it having limits applied to them."

Here, Harry was very tempted to lie or keep Daphne in the dark. He understood quite well why she was so nervous and inquisitive on this specific topic, but he also knew that everything he worked on with Kingsley should be kept under wraps until it was time to publicly reveal the information. Daphne was Daphne, however, and at this point in the school year, he liked to consider her a strong friend; Neville, Ron and Hermione, all of them were gone or entirely too busy.

I never would have thought three Slytherins are who I would be reaching out to or confiding in. Only shows how right Professor Dumbledore always was.

When people worked together with trust and friendship built up as a result of that, they could accomplish wonderful feats. If he trusted her enough to find her a job and spend so much time in her company, he figured he could trust her to know a few key details a week or so earlier than the majority of society would learn of it. If he was wrong — which he sincerely doubted he would be — then one more enemy would be made and no offense to Daphne, she wasn't half as dangerous as Voldemort or his goons had been.

"Be wicked and throw up a privacy charm for me, yeah?" Harry asked after a particularly long, satisfying stretch as he settled further into the comfy confines of one of Hogwarts' couches.

Daphne nodded immediately and waved her wand, her expression the epitome of stoic with the tiniest shred of eagerness mingling within it. He could see more clearly now that he'd made up his mind and what he saw was a girl his own age that seemed very excited at the chance to learn about what would very soon be put into effect. There wasn't any chance of it not happening, not with the work Kingsley had done on the political front with Harry's name and support known to those he approached.

It was a bit dirty, he supposed. Harry had had never enjoyed using his name for free items, publicity or other such things, but in specific instances such as the current one, it was necessary. His name would be tossed around with his blessing for those he supported in the hopes of having them gain a more stable sense of power. Those among the masses who loved him, which seemed to be nearly everybody, would follow whichever person he picked.

It was a horrible way to pick who you voted for, but he'd take it.

"Are you going to speak or are you going to keep looking off in the direction of the walls?" Daphne asked pointedly, the girl rightly more aggressive and snippy; he didn't know for a fact if she had somebody close that was on trial, but he figured as much and as such, had given her passes if she seemed a bit more aggravated.

"Sorry, just a bit tired. I don't have too much time to sleep anymore, not with how often I have to be at the Ministry alongside Kingsley in the event that somebody does or says something stupid. You wou— no, you'd definitely believe how idiotic grown wizards and witches could be," Harry shook his head, smiled at Daphne and finally got to what she wanted… right as Delphini made her way back into the room with a fresh set of clothes on.

Almost immediately, the newly arrived girl made to speak and nearly as quick, she saw that they were looking at her weirdly. Now, rather than assume some sort of charm was up, the girl cocked her head and did a once over of her own appearance. She likely thought that she'd forgotten an article of clothing, a button on her blouse or anything of that sort, but she'd be mistaken.

Harry shook his head to tell her as much and when she made an 'o' shape with her mouth as he tapped his ears, she made to move over towards them. It wasn't all that surprising, how quickly she caught on, but her first reaction had definitely been amusing enough that he'd heard a snort from Daphne.

"Harry, Daphne," Delphini greeted, curiosity tinging her tone as she looked between them. "What's wrong? Why are we using privacy charms in the middle of the common room and in the middle of the day?"

"Harry was going to speak about the current proceedings — ones that involve your family as much as they do mine, albeit in an extended manner. Anything he says would be incredibly secretive, likely between only his ears, the Minister and a couple of chosen staff members," Daphne lowered her head slightly, her look decidedly more serious and dare he say it, intimidating. "If you're not confident you could keep this information quiet until Harry allows us to speak of it, then I would ask that you claim a seat atop of Tracey until we motion you over. What's your decision?"

Delphini looked at Harry, her head still cocked as it previously was since she'd seated herself. "You don't mind telling me, right?"

Harry shook his head. After everything that he had learned in regards to Delphini's true lineage as well as the letter he'd received from her adopted family, he had begun to think she genuinely was a misled girl in a world that should never learn of who her real parents were. The Rosiers were already pariahs in a world that saw them as no longer necessary for survival. As if that wasn't enough reason, the truest amongst them was that he honestly felt like he could trust her with the information; Tracey too, if push came to shove.

"Not in the slightest," He responded, confident and finally resuming where he'd left off. "Kingsley and I have concocted a plan that will see me put into a new position, I might've told you about it previously but the position would essentially be a Deputy Minister of Magic. Together, he and I have enough support thanks to our differing group of allies to challenge the current Wizengamot, at which point we'll slowly begin to pluck them from their positions however we can. It'll be a bit morally grey, but ultimately, it's necessary — as for the charges, the most anybody will face are fines of nearly ten thousand Galleons. Nobody will be returning to Azkaban, we've already worked that out."

Instantly, he could see the bodies of Daphne and Delphini both ease up. The stress that'd been eating away at them seemed like it had vanished and that was reason enough for Harry. His new friends didn't deserve anything worse, Merlin, they didn't deserve the current issues on account of troublesome family or green robes.

Wonder if Vane is done for good, she's been a bit too quiet and I know well enough that my life can't have any bit of quiet in it… maybe the nightmares will finally come back if she doesn't startup.

Harry blinked when he felt arms around him — multiple pairs at that — as he'd thoroughly been back in the depths of his mind to think about the most likely ways he'd be done in, now that something had cleared up. As it turned out, while he had been debating with himself, Daphne and Delphini had each leaned forward for a hug. Such an action was surprising from Daphne and far less so from the aggressively flirtatious Delphini.

It was probably her hand on his arse if he was honest with himself.

October 31, 1998

Saturday Morning

Normally, he would feel like absolute shite on this day, every single year. It was the day that Voldemort had killed his parents, after all, so he reckoned everybody would feel as poor as he did. Nightmares would often join him the night before and the night of the thirty-first too. They were such a regular, normal part of his life for those two nights that he went to bed with an almost welcoming embrace prepared for the darker depths of his mind.

But they didn't come. His usual nightmares had stayed away and in their place, he had dreamt one of the grandest dreams he could ever recall — and Merlin, he could recall this one exceptionally well in comparison to all others.

He had seen his parents and they had been as real as he himself was. Sirius, Remus, Mad-Eye, Tonks… all of them were present with wide smiles, proud looks and genuine emotions of warmth to such a high degree that he couldn't even find it within himself to cry at their memories; he was too happy, too shocked, to feel the sorrow that so often strayed but one step behind him in his awoken hours.

The whole day went by similarly, with his happiness being higher than it'd been in a very long time and his sorrow or anger completely absent. He felt horrible for not morning his parents as well as the others who had passed, but when he saw his usual company of three Slytherin girls as well as the rest of those he considered friends, it felt alright, as if everything could be fine for a day and this was proof of that.

If that hadn't been enough, as soon as he had made it to breakfast with the three Slytherin girls, he received a letter from somebody he had failed to hear from in quite some time. Politics could be blamed for that, but he'd have to do better going forward. He owed it to himself, Remus, Andromeda and Teddy.

'Dear Harry,

I hope you haven't forgotten your favourite aunt or your favourite god-son. If you have, there'll be no more treacle tart when you come to visit or return home to us in the summer.

Yes, that was a joke, you handsome, sweet young man. I have heard from many contacts that you have taken it upon yourself to help the families of those who have wronged you. My Nymphadora, she often spoke so highly of you that I felt she was going to marry you one day. You're truly one of the kindest, most mature and honest young men I've ever had the pleasure to know. Always will you be welcome to visit and when you have kids of your own, be warned that I'll spoil them as much as Teddy.

Take care of yourself too, I can't keep forcing you to rest or eat if I'm not near you. Finally, please write back to me when you have the time, it's been much too long since I've had the pleasure of reading your words.

With respect and affection,

Andromeda

TEDDY'

Teddy had scribbled his name in all capitals after Andromeda's name and in a crayon rather than ink. Such a signature could do little more than to make Harry laugh in genuine happiness, as Teddy's age was still much too young to truly understand what he had written in the first place — it was more than likely that Andromeda had put the crayon in his hand and then used one of hers to write with it.

That vision was a very amusing one to picture and it was whilst he was snickering that he registered a question in his left year, from the direction of Delphini.

"Would you like a kiss?" She asked, straight-faced and with a cocked head when he turned to face her.

"I'm sorry, I think I misheard you. Could you repeat your question?" Harry asked back to her, shaking his head and pinching his arm under the table as he continued to look at her while the other two girls, Daphne and Tracey, spoke in hushed tones on his right.

"Yes, certainly," Delphini said with a smile as she moved closer to him, one of her smaller hands taking up one of his larger ones with her thumb softly rubbing the back of his. "I was asking if you'd like a kiss. You seem very happy and I've learned from my mother that affection only adds to a good day."

Suppose she isn't entirely wrong, now is she?

Harry wasn't completely sure of the answer, but he definitely figured he could go for a great big Miss Weasley hug or a smaller, tighter one from Hermione; the two of them could really give hugs like nobody else. Well, nobody else that he had come to know just yet.

"Shouldn't you save your kisses for somebody you actually want to date?" Harry asked curiously and with a smidge of awkwardness thanks to the myriad of people around.

He may not be nervous around witches anymore, but the thought of kissing somebody for the whole world to see and friends especially was a bit weird. Public affection when it was that intimate didn't really feel like it belonged.

"I've asked you out on many dates and you generally don't seem to appreciate the offer. There was the one time that we went out with Daphne and Tracey, but that hardly felt all that romantic. At least for me, I should say," Delphini's hand tightened around his, her gaze turning darker as she bore into his eyes with her own. "We'll go to Hogsmeade on Saturday during the next available weekend. I will pick where we'll have breakfast and you can choose what we do afterwards. Does that seem fine with you… or will you break my heart?"

Delphini was teasing him based on the smile that came to her face and the way she twirled her hair next to her face. It was incredibly evident, especially to somebody as perceptive as him. On the other hand, her blush that only seemed to grow with every passing minute seemed just as real and while it did make her look beautiful as ever, it also made him think that she was deadly serious.

Why not, right? He asked himself, finally and genuinely considering her offer as he looked at the girl. She may be Voldemort and Bellatrix's kid, but she doesn't know that and those adoptive parents of hers seem to have raised her mostly right. I mean, really, she wouldn't have waited this long to try something, now would she?

"Why not, yeah?" Harry asked, nodding to himself, clearing his throat and speaking again. "We can do that. I think I'd actually fancy it."

Delphini smiled as brightly as he'd ever seen before and rested her head against his shoulder, her hand finally getting a bit less firm of a grip even as her soft caresses continued. "You have no idea how glad I am to have you finally accept my offer of a date. We were meant to be together — don't think I'm too crazy for thinking so either, witches just know these sorts of things innately. Ask Tracey about my meaning afterwards."

Harry didn't think he'd ask Tracey since that'd mean getting her into his love life and all. He didn't really doubt Delphini's words in the first place. Witches did truly seem like they knew some bits of information just innately and love probably was one of them. Hermione, Ginny, these girls, all of them seemed to know what they wanted.

Oh, right. Daphne, she had a bit of a crush on him still, didn't she? That wouldn't be very good if she found out he'd be taking Delphini out on a private date. Especially not with the two of them competing as they so often seemed to.

"We'll have a lot of fun and when we're finished, maybe then you'll finally be willing to snog me in a cupboard," Delphini said quietly, the lack of distance and her tone now decidedly intimate. "I heard from a Hufflepuff girl a year under us that should a couple snog in seven rooms once every quarter until they graduate, they'll stay together outside of Hogwarts. We could test that theory out, couldn't we?"

Harry couldn't help but shake his head. Delphini, the daughter of the Dark Lord and a crazy evil witch… She was so, so gullible but on the flipside, with how straightforward she was, that definitely seemed to fit the bill.

When he felt her pull away and turned to see her looking at him, he felt a bit curious as to her intentions until she spoke again, a grin on her face. "I'm playing with you, I don't truly believe that," Delphini licked her lips very purposefully. "Any excuse is satisfactory though, is it not?"

Maybe he had gotten himself into a bit of trouble today, after all.