Here's another Haphne chapter. I hope many of you are enjoying both perspectives in this story. I enjoy writing them, it just gets frustrating sometimes.
To the one guest reviewer who complained about a secondary story being told, I guess you should just stay away from fics with multiple main characters and pairings. I don't know what else to say besides that, other than wonder how you read the actual HP books, since they switch perspectives multiple times. :/
For everyone who stuck around, and to the reviewer who said such kind things about the work I put into Arien, thank you.
For those wondering, I have a tendency to ignore fanon usually. Hence why I embraced my idea of using Eri as a template for Daphne. That is why I made Daphne half-Japanese. It's not a huge plot point, just something I did on a whim.
ALSO: I was stupid and didn't realize I had used Tracey with Neville originally, so I swapped her out for Lisa Turpin in Chapter 4. Wanted to include another underutilized character, but the dynamic of Blaise and Tracey is too damn amusing to give up, which I think you'll see in the next Arien chapter :)
Chapter 5: Family histories
It's funny how uneventful Harry's years were without Tom trying to murder him. Hell, he half assed the rest of the Triwizard and put little to no effort in the third task. If they hadn't used Daphne as his hostage in the second task, he would have just lazed on the surface of the Black Lake like an otter. Daphne had originally been furious that her boyfriend was going to slack around instead of win...right up until he pointed out not trying in the tournament meant more time to spend with her. He had never seen anyone chance stances on an issue. Well, anyone who wasn't a politician, anyway. The other hostage choices had been interesting. Besides Daphne, Hermione had been chosen, along with Cho Chang and a Slytherin guy named Arien, who he'd only seen in quidditch matches. He was a really good chaser, but not enough to compete against Alicia, Angelina, and Katie combined. He seemed nice enough, but they didn't really talk much after that.
There had been a pick up game of quidditch between members of the school. Unfortunately for Harry, he'd been playing against Viktor Krum. That Arien guy had been on the other team as well, but Harry had been sure he wasn't as much of a concern. Yeah, it turns out, Arien was being held back by Slytherin's other chasers. The guy got like 30 goals on his own, before Krum caught the snitch. He'd been annoyed, until both boys had told him he was the best seeker in Hogwarts, and that he would someday give Viktor a run for his money. That, and Daphne had snogged his brains out when he'd been moping. So that was cool.
Diggory had won the Triwizard tournament, snatching it from Fleur at the end by stunning her. Viktor had apparently gotten lost in the maze. When he'd asked Hermione what had happened, she had simply explained that Viktor was very directionally challenge. He could get lost walking ten feet away. She had apparently been researching it since they'd started dating.
Harry's summer was pleasantly uneventful, and filled with more of the positive homelife Harry had missed out on in prior years. His relationship with Daphne had continued to be a strong source of teasing from his adopted father and uncle. They were so mature about it they proceeded to make smooching noises at him...at least until he pointed the irony of two painfully single heterosexual males in their 30s making fun of him for having a girlfriend. That had kept them quiet for a few days. When Harry had ended up back with his adoptive dad and Uncle Remus, they'd had another VHS tape binge. Apparently, the older men had stocked up on newer series and models to work on over the summer with Harry. Which is basically all they had done, besides finding new ways to use magic to animate model kits, which was awesome. Which lead them back to King's Cross Station for another school year...
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As Harry settled into the compartment, he idly wondered what the year had in store for him. Sirius apparently warned him the Defense teacher was a Ministry stooge, as Minster Fudge apparently thought that Dumbledore's announcement of the final defeat of the Dark Lord was a prelude to a run for Fudge's job. As a result, Fudge had decided to put his undersecretary as the Defense professor. Meaning he may want to consider alternative instruction so he and his friend's didn't fail their OWLs. The man had barely held onto his office after the incident with Sirius' lack of trial, and was treading on thin ice with both the public and the Wizengamot.
The sudden opening of the compartment door shook Harry from his thoughts, but he only had a few second warning before he was glomped by a blonde blur.
"Beloved! We are reunited at last!" came Daphne's voice, as he'd recognize that archaic speech pattern anywhere. She had already changed into her school robes, which seemed a bit more snug on her feminine form now. Her hair was in its usual twintail style that Harry had become fond on. Her blue eyes were alight with joy and warmth when she looked up into his. "How was your summer, my darling Harry?"
Harry chuckled a bit, wondering how long before her more...hotheaded tendencies would come out. He hugged her back before responding "It was good. It was rather lazy besides some spell training with Sirius. Other than that, we just watched TV and built models."
Daphne nodded, though she clearly didn't know what he was talking about. " I no not of these...models or this TV, but I am pleased you had a good summer." At this, she got an annoyed expression. "My parents decided to take Astoria and I on a summer long tour of Europe when we returned home. That is why my letters were so sparse over the summer."
Harry just raised an eyebrow and gave a teasing grin "I had just assumed you were enjoying time away from me."
"W-what?! Do not speak such non-sense. We went to such lengths to ensnare you. We would not merely throw you away on a whim!" Annnd there came her accidental use of plurals when talking about herself, though Harry did find her princess attitude and mannerisms rather amusing.
"I know, Daph. I'm just messing with you." He tilted her chin up, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Causing the girls eyes to widened before she blushed crimson. Unfortunately for them, the compartment door opened, revealing Ron, Su, and Hermione.
"As I told you, Ronald. This is the only occupied carriage we haven't checked so it has to be- Oh my!" Hermione's voice had gone from rationale to surprised rather quickly. Harry pulled his lips from Daphne, who had her hands on her cheeks and seemed to be...kya-ing to herself. He flicked his gaze to the newcomers.
"Hey you guys, how's it going?" Suffice to say, the rest of the ride was rather awkward.
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"And so, we have two new additions to the Hogwarts staff this year. For the first time in quite a while, we have an assistant charms professor, who I am sure many of you will recognize from last year. Please extend a warm welcome to Professor Fleur Delacour-Carstair." The former Beauxbaton champion's addition to the staff had gotten some some murmurs from the rest of the student body, and there was a loud THUNK from somewhere around the Slytherin table, as if someone had bashed their head against the table. From his seat at Gryffindor table, Harry saw that Fleur had risen from her chair at the faculty table to give a small bow, before she sat back down.
'Hm, I bet Arien is upset that Fleur married someone besides him. I know they were rather close last year. And she's here another year? I feel bad for the guy.' Harry thought to himself. 'Don't know the guy that well, or his last name, but that's got to be rough.'
Dumbledore nodded in acknowledgment, before resuming his speech. "And for the Defense, we have Professor Delores Umbridge, who comes highly recommended by our esteemed Minister himself-"
"Hem, hem." Someone had cut off the Headmaster, which sort of bewildered the man. A small, toadlike woman waddled her way to the front of the staff table, and looked out at the student tables. "Thank for you kind words, Headmaster, but I would like to say a few words myself."
"By all means." Dumbledore acquiesced with a flourish of his hand, prompting the woman to offer a creepy smile to her captive audience.
"Now, blah blah blah-" She seemed to drone on about a bunch of crap like maintaining the status quo, discouraging progress, and pretty much a bunch of other pureblood supremacist dogwhistles against societal progress. Harry was annoyed, but definitely understood why Sirius told him to be wary of the woman. She gave him the creeps. He shook his head, before resuming his meal. All he could hope was she wouldn't be too incompetent or racist.
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"Potter. You have to help me."
Harry just looked around confused, since he was currently alone in the corridor he was in. I The voice had sounded like Arien's but the guy was nowhere in sight. It had been a week since classes started, and besides Umbridge's awful teaching, it wasn't too bad so far. He was about to shrug and ignore it when the voice came again.
"Over here, man!" The voice had come from his left, behind one of the suits of armor. The helmet's visor flipped open to show Arien's face, which seemed to be sweating and looking super nervous.
"Arien? Why are you-" Arien didn't let him finish, cutting him midsentence.
"Look, I don't have a lot of time! She could be nearby!" While Harry wanted to ask who 'she' was, but allowed the frantic boy to continue.
"Fleur! She's relentless man!" Arien seemed like he was losing his mind.
"Fleur? Why would she be still pursuing you? She's married." The Beauxbaton's fascination with Arien had been common knowledge, just like his initial tendency to avoid her.
Arien just looked at him like he was stupid for some reason. "Yes! She's married TO ME!" He yelled, before frantically looking around the hallway. "Not important! You have an invisibility cloak! I need it! If only to ensure some quality slacker time!"
"You need my cloak...so you can be lazy?" Harry was becoming more confused by the minute.
"YES! Since she became a teacher she's such a stickler for the rules! I thought that would mean some kinky roleplay shit, not pressing me to actually do my homework!"
Harry just stared at the older Slytherin boy. Arien opened his mouth to speak again, when he suddenly went pale as a ghost.
"Oh god, she's here." The click of a pair of high heels became audible, echoing through the empty corridor. Harry turned to see the annoyed visage of Fleur Delaour-Carstair strutting down the hallway. She was wearing a pair of rimless glasses, long black robe over an immaculate button down shirt with tie, a business skirt, and a rather shiny wedding ring on her left hand. She came to a stop suddenly next to Harry, who she gave a small smile to, before she began to focus on the armor.
"Dear 'usband of mine, you slipped away again during 'omework time." Fleur spoke in a dangerously calm voice, though the pronounced twitch of her left eye was a good indicator of how irritated she was.
"There is no Arien here, only a suit of armor that became self aware." Harry had to give one thing to Arien: the guy was creative with his responses.
"You know, I would be inclined to believe you, if zis suit of armor 'ad been 'ere 10 minutes ago."
Fleur opened the visor back up to look her husband in the eyes, before sighing. " 'Onestly, Arien, I just want you to succeed. Now come along." She banished the fake armor, before dragging Arien by the collar towards the Slytherin dorm. She had cast a silencing charm on him, so his muted cries for help and reaching out towards Harry made for a very bizarre sight.
Shaking his head, he only hoped his own marriage wouldn't be so weird.
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"How did I let you talk me into this?" Harry asked Hermione and Daphne for the seventh time that hour, standing in the Room of Requirement and watching the study group he'd set up for DADA. Apparently, he was not the only one who felt Umbridge was woefully incompetent as a teacher, and the group had grown in membership at an insane rate since the semester had started. Notable members included himself, Daphne, Hermione, Su Li, Ron, Neville, Blaise Zabini, Tracey Davis, and, when he bothered to show up, Arien. Despite doing little more than provide spell suggestions in between napping in a sleeping bag in the corner, Arien had made some valid suggestions. He'd gotten Fleur to sign off on the club as a sponsor, so that eliminated any need for secrecy that could have arisen down the line.
While Umbridge had been trying to gain more influence in the castle through outside influence, several of the older pureblood families in the Wizengamot had pointed out that the ministry only had influence on curriculum criteria. When Fudge had tried to vote to add more authority over the school, it was unanimously voted down, viewing it as a powergrab by the Minister of Magic. Many were wising up to Fudge's incompetency, and there were already talks of a vote of no confidence. This just seemed to drive Umbridge into greater insanity, causing her classroom to become her version of Azkaban. Of note, she seemed to only single out non-pureblood students. However, until it became more overt, there was little anyone could do. Harry did note, however, that Arien had been hanging around Umbridge's office, as if watching for something. When asked about it, Arien would make up various excuses, though his deflections never detracted from the serious look in his eye.
Harry shook his head, before returning his attention to the group. He had a detention that night with Umbridge, and he needed to wrap up the lesson on the Patronus charm early, lest her give the vile woman more reason to punish him. He took solace in the fact Mr. Slithers would be with him. His scaley friend had been lazier than usual that year, and often refused to leave Harry's bed. So with that in mind, Harry got everyone's attention, told them when the next meeting would be, before exiting the classroom, heading to the Defense classroom.
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"Beloved...what is that on your hand?" Daphne's tone was icy and dangerous, and even though Harry could tell it wasn't directed at him, it still made him sweat a bit.
Currently, he was sitting with Daphne in the Room of Requirement, using the room's magic to conjure a couch and book case which they were now lounging on. Or they had been, until Daphne had noticed the marks on Harry's hand from his detentions. He cast his glance down at the back of her head, which was resting against his chest as the snuggled on the couch. He was wearing a sweater that Mrs. Weasley had made him, and some jeans, while Daphne was wearing his quidditch Jersey and some muggle jogging pants. She had apparently spotted the scar tissue when she had moved to hold his hand while she was reading.
"Oh this? This is just from my detention with Umbridge. She made me write lines in some weird quill. It hurts, but it's not fatal." Despite his attempts at mollifying Daphne, she just seemed to get more pissed off.
"Beloved, did this quill happen to be red and black?" Despite wondering why the color mattered, Harry nonetheless nodded in confirmation.
"Uh, yeah, it was actually. You familiar with them?" He stated then asked, curious why she seemed so upset about this.
"That quill, beloved, is not some thing to make children write lines it. It is a blood quill, and they are strictly to be used in signing magical contracts between various parties. This is a very serious offense. You are the heir to an Ancient and Noble House, and will probably end up as the heir to a second. You will-" She paused a moment, before a look of annoyance crossed her face. "I realize this will sound vaguely Malfoy-ish, but you will inform your father of this, and then Dumbledore. That woman has inflicted willful harm on an future head of house. She'll see Azkaban for this, of that I assure you."
Seeing the look in Daphne's eyes that clearly stated any deviations from her plans would mean serious pain, he nodded his head, and reached for some parchment.
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Christmas Day, 1995 approximately 4:57 PM.
"Come on, pup. Why are you so worried? You're just meeting her parents." Sirius attempted to reassure Harry kindly, though he was unsuccessful in his attempt in doing so. Sirius, Harry, and Remus all stood in front of Grimmauld Place's fireplace, waiting for the chance to floo over to the Greengrass estate for their annual Christmas party. Since Harry was now involved with Daphne, they had seen fit to invite him to their residence to meet him. They were all wearing rather snazzy dress robes, and looking damn good, in Sirius' not so humble opinion.
"Sirius is right, Harry. The Greengrasses, despite their archaic manner of speech, are kind people. Hell, your families have been close allies for the better part of 80 years. Your grandfather Charlus fight side by side with Ulysses Greengrass in the war against Grindelwald. In fact, that's why the betrothal contract conversation came up to begin with. They wanted to unite their families together, because they were best friends. Charlus pouted for 4 months when he found out James wasn't interest because of Lily, and was only mollified when they agreed to betroth the next Potter and Greengrass child within acceptable age ranges of each other." Remus explained kindly, figuring that Harry would like some information about his family history.
"I didn't know that, Remus. What was my grandfather like? You and Dad talk a lot about my biological father and mother, but you've never really spoken of Grandfather. Was he a bad man?" While it was a fair thing to ask, Harry's question had only prompted Sirius and Remus to laugh.
"Oh man. Charlus Potter? A bad man? That's a good one." Sirius wiped a tear of laughter before continuing. "Pup, your grandfather took me into his house when I was disowned, and raised me as his own flesh and blood. The only reason he didn't formally adopt me was in case the rest of my horrible family died, I could still inherit the title of Lord Black. Ironically enough, that is exactly what happened. But the point is, your grandfather was an upstanding man."
Remus nodded his agreement. "That he was. He made sure I always had access to Wolfsbane as youth, free of charge. He was a lot like your father, except he was a man of the old school. But if we keep chatting about this, we'll miss the party."
Harry groaned, but nodded nonetheless. Gripping some floo powder, he yelled "Greengrass estate!" before jumping into the fireplace.
A few seconds later, he tumbled face first into a rather ornately decorated living room. The furniture looked like it was from the palace of a king, and the floors were made of sturdy oak. The walls were painted with a pleasant blue color, and Harry noted there were several cabinets filled with fine dining ware. He stood up, to brush the soot off his clothes, when a rather snooty laugh prompter him to notice a rather attractive blonde gentleman with a handlebar mustache and a fine pair of dress robes.
"I say, you must be Harry. I hope you'll forgive my laughter. Nothing personal, but the mishaps of this floo network are one of the most amusing sights I witness all year. Schadenfreude, as the Germans would say." The man rose from his seat, and stuck out a hand to Harry just as Sirius and Remus shot out of the fireplace, and landed on their feet. "Ah! Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin. It pleases me to see you both in good health!"
Sirius twitched at being called 'Mr" but Remus just kicked him in the shin so he would respond. "Ah, Alexander. It's been too long. I think the last time I saw you was a few weeks before my extended vacation in Azkaban." Sirius responded cordially, greeting their host.
"Ah yes. Dreadful business that. Many of the purebloods pushed for a trial, but Fudge roadblocked us, using your 'admission' as damning evidence." Sirius just waved the man off, none to concerned about the past.
"Don't sweat it, Alexander. I figured that's what had happened. Though, given the fact he's having to explain why one of his direct underlings was using a blood quill for punishment on future head of house, I doubt he'll stay in office through the holidays."
Alexander nodded, before returning his attention to Harry "Now, just a fair warning, Harry, I will have to give you the scary dad speech at some point this evening. Otherwise, I'd be missing out on one of Fatherhood's greatest joys. Again, nothing personal, old bean." Harry hesitantly nodded to the rather eccentric man, not really sure of what else to do. Luckily for Harry, he was saved by the arrival of a rather beautiful Asian woman with black hair. She wore typical pureblood dress robes, and Harry knew immediately this woman was Daphne's mother.
"Alexander... are you threatening our future son in law?" The woman was smiling, but the aura around her was dark and foreboding, her eyes narrowed at her husband while maintaining a cheery smile. She only had the fainted hints of an accent. Alexander just seemed to fall to his knees in front of his wife, nuzzling his wife's legs in an exaggerated fashion.
"Oh Natsume! You wound me, my cherry blossom! I would never threaten him! I was merely promising a series of unfortunate incidents if he harmed our precious dove!" The man was clearly at his wife's mercy, wailing for forgiveness as he cried.
"Oh! Well, that's fair I suppose." And suddenly, the aura of danger was gone, replaced by a sunny disposition and a cheery smile. "I am Natsume Greengrass. As you can see, my husband requires a...delicate touch, or else he tends to do rather stupid things." At his, Alexander just whimpered a bit more, causing his wife to sigh and just pat him on the head in a placating manner. "Now, dear, I will show our darling visitors to where Daphne and the other guests are currently at. Gentlemen, if you would follow me?"
Harry shared a look with Sirius and Remus, who were just as confused by this as he was. They all shrugged, and followed Natsume.
"I'm sure you're wondering. No, I am not from Britain. I actually met Alexander when he was touring Tokyo during a vacation before his seventh year at Hogwarts. I had just graduated from Japan's magic school myself, and was job hunting in Tokyo's magic district. I had bumped into some person, and they began to make a scene about it. Alexander saw this, and gallantly rushed to my rescue, like a charming prince. Only later did I realize he was a bit dim. But he was sweet, and the rest is history, as they say." Natsume spoke kindly, clearly enjoying the fond memories of her youth.
"I actually didn't know Daphne was half Japanese. I never thought too much about it, and she never brought it up." Harry stated sheepishly, a little embarrassed that he hadn't known that about Daphne.
"No, I imagine she wouldn't. We are not close to my side of the family. They are...traditionalist Japanese purebloods. They actually disowned me for marrying Daphne's father. As such, it's not something that our family mentions often."
"Then may I ask why you confided that with us?" Sirius asked before he could stop himself.
However, Natsume only smiled kindly and answered, "Because you will be part of the family eventually, Mr. Black."
Harry only blinked, but before he could inquire about that, a blonde blur slammed into him, signaling Daphne had tackle hugged him again. He sighed, but the giant smile on his face betrayed how pleased he was to see her.
She was wearing a blue silky dress, and her blond hair was tied into a bun on the left side of her head. She had a few pieces of accent jewelry, but nothing gaudy. All in all, Harry was awestruck...again. She looked up from her perch on his chest, eyes brimming with curiosity.
"Well...um, does my appearance please you, beloved?" Daphne asked in a whisper, not wanting to share this moment with anyone else.
Harry just gave a wry grin and nodded "I think I'm really starting like Christmas time, since I seem to get to see you in dresses like that." Judging from Daphne's now crimson face, Harry had said the right thing.
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A few hours later...
The party was in full swing, and the adults were all rather drunk by this point. Sirius had apparently floo called Amelia Bones and proclaimed his undying love for her. Remus had apparently made Sirius write a love letter for him, to one Septima Vector. Alexander had falled at Harry's feet, begging him him to take care of his darling little princess. He had been shaking Harry like a cartoon character, until Natsume had picked him like a puppy and dragged him to some corner of the house for...something. Harry didn't recognize any of the other adults, so their obnoxiousness didn't seem relevant to him.
Currently, he was sitting a couch in the Greengrass's study with Daphne, relaxing by the fireplace. They snuck away from the other people their age, wanting some privacy, since Daphne's sister had been asking some rather inappropriate questions that evening. As such, they'd slipped into the study for some long over snuggle time. Daphne just sighed in contentment, before curling deeper into Harry's form.
"This is heavenly." It was a simple statement, but it was filled with a genuineness that Harry had come to enjoy about Daphne. Despite how confusing she had been during their first couple years, Harry had learned how to read her like a book. It had arisen from need, as Daphne still had as many issues communicating her feelings as he did, though their reasons were different.
"I agree, Daphne." Harry murmured softly into her hair, enjoying her scent. She twisted a bit so she could look at his eyes.
"You know...perhaps...you could show me these shows you partake with your father and uncle some day." At seeing his confused expression, she elaborated "I had been thinking that I should engage with more things that make you happy, since you indulge my tendencies for long hours of snuggling and reading. It is only fair to do so after all." She smiled gently at him, before placing a light kiss on his lips.
"Uh, that's really nice of you Daphne, but I honestly doubt a show about giant robots would appeal to you." Harry explained gently, trying not to discourage her.
"What is a...robot? And dare not presume our preferences beloved! We chose you afterall, against all rationality." She tried to use her mask of arrogance and deflect, but Harry knew her well enough to realize she had taken that as him not wishing to share his interest. He just pulled her tight against him, and buried his head in her blond locks.
"We can watch a few episodes together okay? I just didn't want you to feel like you had to enjoy all the things I do. That's all."
"We just worry you will leave us for some muggle girl with similar interests to you, that's all."
Harry couldn't help it. He laughed at her statement. This of course made Daphne angry, though.
"Why do you laugh? Surely this is nothing laugh over!" Her righteous anger blazed in her eyes, and Harry knew if he wished to avoid having his bits hexed off, he'd better explain quickly.
"I just think it's funny that you worry someone will steal me from you, when the opposite is much more likely." When she didn't attempt further harm, he continued "We're good for each Daphne, in so many ways that I don't see myself with anyone besides you. So don't worry. No muggle seductress is going to whisk me away from you. I promise."
At seeing her nod her head, he leaned back on the couch and tightened his hold on her. He wouldn't see her until after New Year, and you should never pass on the opportunity to snuggle your loved one, after all.
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The wind bit at Harry's face, the rain only amplifying the cold February temperatures. His eyes were darting around the quidditch pitch, eyes frantically searching for the snitch. Gryffindor were playing Slytherin, and apparently Arien had made some big changes in how the team played since he'd taken over as captain. The game was even more neck and neck than usual, and Harry wasn't sure who was going to win. So far Arien had scored a lot goals on his own, and he'd set up even more. The score sat 100-160, with Slytherin holding the lead. Arien had apparently been aiming for this, because he'd had Crabbe and Goyle focusing bludgers almost exclusively on Harry the entire game. Harry was a better seeker than Malfoy was, and Arien had recognized this, ensuring steps were taking to level the field. Harry twirled to dodge another bludger, using the changing vantage to scan for the snitch again. He watched as Malfoy tried to bait him with a feint, but given there was no flash of gold, Harry knew it was just a ploy. Harry watched as Arien yelled something at Malfoy, which caused the blond boy to sneer and talk back, before Arien whipped his head back around furiously. Malfoy blanched, before he sped off around the pitch again. Harry was about to say something, when he caught a flash of gold next to the Gryffindor stands. He sped off immediately towards it, approaching the stands rapidly. He rotated himself carefully so as not to hit anyone in his pass, and quickly yanked the snitch out of the air, causing the red and gold section to burst into triumphant cheers. He did a victory lap, before he landed on the ground, where he was swarmed by his team. They all ruffled his hair, but got quiet when they saw the Slytherin captain and two of his teammates, Terrence Higgs(keeper) and Cassius Warrington(chaser), landing a few feet away. Harry watched as Arien with his players in tow strode calmly over to him, his expression blank. Angelina when Cassius and Terrence broke out into grins, which Arien followed suit, before sticking their hands out in a gesture of good sportsmanship, the tension evaporated.
"Wicked catch, Potter. If only we had a competent seeker on the team, maybe you'd actually have to work to win games, Johnson." The Gryffindor captain spluttered indigantly at Arien's statement, causing the three Slytherin players to laugh. "It was a good match Potter, but don't think you've gotten the cup just yet. We still have to play Hufflepuff, and they're the worst side in the school. So may the best team win."
"You just keep your players in line, Carstair, and you might just undo Flint's legacy as a dirty cheat." Arien just waved off the criticism, before turning around and heading to the Slytherin locker room with Higgs and Warrington in tow. They had been recent additions to the team, with Flint losing out to Arien for captain that year, and most of Flint's picks not making the cut. Apparently Flint had picked only purebloods with darker leanings for some unknown reason, and that had worked, for a time, until Gryffindor stepped up as rivals. At least that's what Arien had told him just before kick off when Harry had seen him instead of Flint as captain of the Slytherin team.
Shaking his head, he spotted Daphne striding confidently towards him, still wearing a jersey with his name on it, and her cheeks painted red and gold. She immediately grabbed him and planting a searing kiss on his face, prompting whistles from the crowd.
"Damn, you clearly love me more than your house team, because that was some reward." Harry said jokingly, prompting Daphne to flush pink and avoid his gaze.
"We were merely pleased you performed to your ability! It certainly didn't make us happy or anything to see you triumph!" Ah, it was always nice to see Daphne revert back to her confusing habits. Harry found it rather entertaining, though he would certainly never tell her that, lest he risk getting kicked in the shins.
He looked around at his team and betrothed/girlfriend, and had to admit, life was pretty good.
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To be continued...
While I am totally loving this story a lot, I am starting to run out of things to write about. So if anyone has any suggestions, feel free to message me them. Can't promise I'll use them, but I'll hear anything out :)
And that's all for now. Don't know if I'll update this or Crazy Life next. Depends on if I'm able to drag myself from Left Alive. Such a fun game.
Anyways, Raizen out!