"It's true what they say, Harry. I am the oil in your fire. I bring out your worst qualities."

"And what does that mean?"

"That they're in for a treat."

Chapter One – First Pact

With his heart pounding with excitement, Harry entered the library, which was bathed in night-time darkness. Only through the large windows did the silvery white light of the moon shine in dimly, giving the place an almost eerie grace. Harry would have liked to light a lamp, but he doubted that would be a good idea. Then he might as well have done without his Invisibility Cloak, that unexpected and yet wonderful Christmas present.

His destination was the Restricted Section. It was at the very back of the library. Carefully, Harry climbed over the rope that separated this area from the rest. He passed several of the steeply rising bookshelves while trying hard to read the titles on the spines. They didn't tell him much. They were written in languages he didn't understand, and some of the books didn't even have titles. One book had a dark stain on it that looked horribly like blood. A cold shiver ran down Harry's spine. Maybe he was imagining it, maybe not, but he thought he heard faint whispers coming from the books, as if they knew someone was here seeking forbidden knowledge.

He had to start somewhere or he would never find out who Nicholas Flamel was.

Harry reached out for a heavy book with mysterious golden symbols on the cover – but he stopped abruptly when he felt a sudden gust of wind above him.

Looking up, he could just make out the outline of a black crow flying overhead.

A crow? What was a crow doing here? He wouldn't have wondered about owls or even bats after all these months in the wizarding world, but a crow?

Curious, and also a little confused, Harry watched as the crow landed on the ground just a few feet in front of him. And his confusion increased even more when suddenly a strange change befell the crow. Its contours faded, and the black of its feathers blurred. Its shape became stretched like chewing gum, or like wisps of smoke in the wind. More and more the shape of the crow changed, until finally, a girl was standing where the crow had been a moment ago. A girl with amber eyes and silky black hair that reached about halfway between her chin and shoulders. The girl was still wearing her school uniform, and clearly Harry could see the green adornments on it in the moonlight.

It was then that Harry realised he knew the girl. It was Daphne Greengrass, a Slytherin student from his year, about whom he didn't know much, except that she was quite a loner. She was always one of the first to master a spell in class, he remembered that too. And now he knew that she could turn into an animal like Professor McGonagall – how cool was that!

With bated breath, Harry watched as Daphne drew her wand and pointed it at her left hand. Like her hair and the crow's feathers before, her wand was also pitch black. Daphne muttered something and a bleeding cut appeared on her palm. Yet she didn't flinch, even though the cut was bound to hurt. Instead, she took a book from the shelf in front of her with her bleeding hand. The book's cover soaked up her blood like blotting paper and – Harry was certainly not hearing wrongly – the book made a sound, almost like a blissful sigh. Harry stepped closer to get a better look.

And then he realised with horror that the cover of the book was not leather, as he had previously thought, but human skin!

Harry jumped back, bumping his shoulder against the shelf.

Daphne whirled around. She looked exactly where Harry was standing under his Invisibility Cloak. Her eyes narrowed, but she could not see him. Harry's heart was hammering wildly in his chest. He put his hand in front of his mouth to suppress his breath.

A second passed. Two seconds. Three seconds.

Then Daphne raised her wand and murmured, "Nives."

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, all at once, Harry felt a cold breeze above his head. The next moment, snowflakes were trickling down on him. The snow stayed on his head and shoulders, revealing his invisible body.

"Show yourself."

Harry knew there was no point in hiding now. He stripped off his Invisibility Cloak.

"Potter?!" asked Daphne in surprise. "But ... what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Harry said. "And I didn't know you could turn into a crow. That's so awesome!"

Daphne blinked at him. She was visibly at a loss for words.

"Why can you do that? Can you teach me how to do that? And why did you do that with your hand?"

Harry felt like Hermione, but the questions just bubbled out of him. Daphne was still looking at him with wide eyes, her confusion as obvious as if it had been written on her face in ink.

This had to be a really strange situation for both of them, Harry thought, and from what Ron had told him, his Invisibility Cloak seemed to be at least as extraordinary as an eleven-year-old schoolgirl in bird form.

"Listen, Daphne. We –" he began, but Daphne wouldn't let him finish.

She grabbed him by the hand and started to pull him along behind her. Harry winced as he felt her blood on his skin, but Daphne's grip was firm. However, Harry's instincts from ten years of living with the Dursleys now kicked in. He tore himself away from her.

Daphne turned to him. Their eyes met.

Daphne had truly unique eyes, with their amber irises, the likes of which Harry had never seen before. But by now his initial amazement had given way to caution; after all, he was illicitly in a forbidden place in the middle of the night with a classmate he didn't know and who, moreover, was a Slytherin. So far, nothing good had ever come from the Slytherins. But then again, he had never had anything to do with Daphne before, good or bad. She had stayed out of his quarrels with Malfoy and his cronies until now. He shouldn't be a prick for no reason.

It didn't take Harry more than a second to think all these thoughts.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'll answer your questions," Daphne said in a whisper. "But not here. It's too dangerous here. Let's go to one of the classrooms, okay?"

Harry nodded to her. "Go ahead then."

Daphne gave him another deep look before finally turning back around. She still held her wand tightly in her hand, and so Harry also fumbled for his in his trouser pocket. Not being a prick and being naïve were two completely different things.

Together they left the library the same way Harry had come before. In the corridor they paused at every corner, listening for sounds that would warn them of Filch or Mrs Norris, but there was nothing to be seen or heard. The whole castle – the part that had stayed there over the Christmas holidays – seemed to be fast asleep.

And so the two finally reached one of the unused classrooms, of which there seemed to be countless in the castle. The room was full of desks and chairs with a thick layer of dust on them, as if they hadn't been moved in decades.

Harry walked past Daphne to sit down on one of the desks. After a moment's hesitation, Daphne did the same. She sat down next to him, but not before clearing her seat of dust with a spell he had never seen before. But Harry had also noticed something else.

"Your hand," he said.

Daphne looked at her hand. Then she looked back at him. "What's wrong with it?"

"It's stopped bleeding."

And indeed, Daphne's hand seemed to have healed completely. Only the dried blood on her skin still betrayed the cut she had inflicted on herself only a few minutes ago. The wound itself had disappeared.

Daphne frowned. "Of course. Why would I be walking around with a bleeding hand?"

Harry had nothing to counter this logic. It seemed that even after nearly four months in this new world, he still had a lot to learn. Heck, he realised every day in class how much there was that he didn't know, but that was perfectly natural to others.

"Is that an Invisibility Cloak?" asked Daphne, pointing to the cloak he was wearing in his arms.

Harry nodded.

"May I –"

"No!" Harry pressed his Invisibility Cloak tightly against him. Daphne stopped in her tracks. "I'm sorry, but I'm not letting it out of my hands."

"...I understand."

The two eyed each other for several moments. A little, Harry felt reminded of the moments of calm before the start of a Quidditch match, before the players shot up and chaos broke out. Except that the calm remained. He and Daphne regarded and eyed each other as they pondered the best way to start the conversation they both knew they had to have.

Finally, it was Harry who broke the silence. "What were you doing in the library?"

"I'll tell you if you tell me what you were doing there."

Harry pondered. If no one started, then they would probably still be sitting here in the morning. He just had to be careful not to tell her too much.

"I wanted to find out more about Nicholas Flamel," he said finally.

"The alchemist?"

Harry looked at Daphne in surprise. "You know him?"

"Of course," she replied, "I read he was the only one who ever managed to make the Philosopher's Stone. With it, he can supposedly turn ordinary metal into gold. And make an elixir of life that makes him immortal. He's supposed to be the oldest wizard in the world, at something like seven hundred years old..."

Daphne's voice trailed off. She looked at him. "Why are you interested in him, then?"

"No reason," Harry waved it off, already thinking about how he was going to tell Ron and Hermione. Did that mean that the Philosopher's Stone was hidden in the castle?

"I have a feeling you're not being completely honest with me, Potter."

"Well, I don't know you yet either, Daphne. What were you doing in the library anyway?"

Daphne clicked her tongue. "How rude you are. But well, I promised to answer your question..."

She eyed him again, and Harry felt as if her amber eyes were trying to look at the bottom of his soul.

"I come to the library every night to read and study. But until today, I've never met anyone there," Daphne said then. It was obvious that this irritated her.

"What do you study in the middle of the night?" asked Harry.

Daphne made a hand gesture that could have meant anything between heaven and hell. "This and that."

"And you can turn into a crow? Like McGonagall can into a cat?"

"Yes, we are both Animagae"

"Aniwhat?"

"Animagae," Daphne repeated. "I am an Animaga. Animagae is the plural. A man would be an Animagus, several men would be Animagi. An Animaga is a witch who can transform into an animal. But only into a single, specific animal."

"But when did you learn that?" said Harry. It seemed to him that every answer he got to his questions only made him want to know more.

"A few years ago. There are different ways to become an Animaga, and one of them doesn't require a wand. That's what I did."

"Wow, that sounds really cool," Harry muttered.

Daphne leaned over to him. The silvery light of the moon shining in through the high windows played around her black strands like a crown. "Thank you. I'm a big fan of yours too, you know – don't worry, not in that way," she added quickly. His expression must have betrayed his thoughts. "No, I'm a fan of the way you put Malfoy in his place."

This surprised Harry. "What do you have against him? You're in a house, aren't you?"

"That wasn't my decision..."

With that, Daphne suddenly jumped up from the desk, so violently that it trembled. Harry looked at the girl, who he still couldn't quite figure out, intently and also with curiosity.

"And what will your decision be?" she said.

Since she didn't continue, Harry finally asked. "What do you mean?"

"Are you going to rat me out?"

"Rat you out?"

Daphne's eyes narrowed. "What do you want from me for your silence?"

Harry had never asked himself such a question before. Until now, it had always been he who had been blackmailed or taken advantage of by others. He certainly didn't want to become a second Dudley. And so he said the first thing that came to his mind at that moment.

"Teach me as well. To turn into an animal, I mean."

That didn't seem to have been what Daphne had expected, if he read her expression correctly. They both seemed to surprise each other incessantly on that Christmas night, which Harry had a feeling he wouldn't forget anytime soon.

Daphne tilted her head. She regarded him for several seconds and Harry returned her gaze resolutely. He knew that he still had a lot to learn and that the world held many more wonders and secrets than he could have ever imagined in the first eleven years of his life. However, he also knew that he did not have to be too modest. Even regardless of the dubious fame his victory over Voldemort had earned him, he was the youngest Quidditch player in a century, he had defeated a troll with Ron and Hermione, and he was no slouch with his wand either. He also had a lot to offer. And so he presented his proposal.

"I mean, surely we can learn a few things from each other, can't we?" said Harry. "If you want, we can be friends." He held out his hand to her.

"Friends?" asked Daphne. She made no move to take his hand. "Do you mean like business partners or like princess and knight?"

"Er, more the second, I guess."

"And what if I'd rather be a knight than a princess too?"

"Then we'll both be knights," Harry said.

Daphne looked at him fixedly again before a smile curled around her lips. It was the first time Harry had seen the Slytherin girl smile.

"Under those conditions, I can agree, Sir Harry," she said, grasping his hand.

"Sir Daphne."


AN:

So, that was the entry into my new Haphne story. How did you guys like it? What do you think will happen next? What is your impression of Daphne? I would be happy to read your opinions and comments.

Apart from that, I can only say that this is now my fifth story with a black-haired Daphne. Sacrilegious, I know. However, in my imagination she just had dark hair for this story. Fits her Animaga form well, in my opinion ^^

And in case you were wondering about Daphne's black wand, her wand is made of ebony, has a core of dragon heartstring, and is eleven inches long.

As with every story I write: English is not my first language. So if you find any mistakes, please bear with me.

Finally, a warning: this story will contain immoral, unscrupulous, and cruel behaviour by protagonists. Just to ensure that no one complains later...

On that note, until the next chapter and take care!


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