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September 3rd, 1998
Thursday Afternoon
"Hey...Delphini?" His greeting had come out as more of a question, that being due to the energy the girl conveyed and the way she'd not yet attempted to get off from him.
"I've heard so much about you," Delphini said while looking him in the eyes and only after doing so did she break away that contact to look him over.
"Wicked, think you could get off of me to make this conversation more pleasant?" Harry hoped he didn't come across as rude as he thought he did but the girl was no less so, with her staying seated atop him without the faintest attempt to hide her interest in his name. He'd half hoped with the girl being related to Sirius that she'd be like a younger replica of him… based on this first impression, however, she seemed to take more after Sirius' families in oddity.
Delphini blinked at him, lowered her gaze to where her hands pushed against his chest then back to his eyes. Nowhere in that time did she flinch back, begin blushing or come to the decision that it was inappropriate; her response to him was a dip of the head as she stood up and offered a hand down to him.
He took the offered hand and stood up while leaning backwards, doing so because of the closeness Delphini had with him.
"Sorry."
Harry shrugged it off, "Don't worry about it. I heard you were wanting to speak with me and now's as good a time as any, assuming that's fine with you Nev?"
"Yes, I was wanting to get to speak with you for quite a few reasons actually," Delphini responded to him and turned her eyes onto Neville, the look she sent the boy wasn't hostile only… frigid? Cold? Harry couldn't describe it though whatever it was showed that she didn't want Neville with him.
Neville wasn't outwardly reacting towards the look as he glanced at Delphini and back to Harry, likely assessing the threat the girl posed and deciding whatever it was, Harry could handle it.
"No problem, see you around yeah?"
"Yeah, mate," Harry replied with a wave of his hand as the taller boy walked off leaving him with what could be this year's challenge, Delphini Black.
"Would you be fine with using the common room rather than standing out here?" Delphini asked him.
"Weren't you headed out for a reason? You don't need t—"
Harry was cut off by Delphini before he'd finished, "I was looking for you as I had last night, unfortunately, I'd missed you by the time I came up."
That left Harry feeling a little uneasy - he could understand somebody wishing to speak with him, that happened a lot. Sometimes, those people wanted to speak with him bad enough that they'd interrupt a conversation he was having or otherwise distract him from prior obligations. It was annoying, but he'd not been bothered by it. Only one time had he been searched for as this girl had been doing and it was by Romilda Vane.
One night while in his sixth year, the girl had sweets delivered to his room, which he would've eagerly eaten but Ron had done so before he'd had the chance. It was only thanks to Ron's gluttonous behaviour that Harry hadn't been the one love potioned by the girl — not that the night had been otherwise relaxing, but recollection of that evening would have to happen another time, as Delphini was eyeing him up in the long silence he'd let linger.
"I see… my decision to return to Hogwarts had only been made last night and due to the rather last-minute circumstances, I had been very tired," Harry excused himself and yawned into his arm, playing upon his just spoken words.
"I know," Delphini said as she turned to enter the main portion of the common room. Harry of course followed in after her and seated himself beside her at a table with a view that could overlook almost the entirety of the Black Lake.
"Did Luna tell you then?" Harry was aiming for small talk and going off the assumption that Luna had spoken with her after having left Neville and him.
"Wh—ah, yes, I had run into Lovegood maybe ten minutes after she'd left you and your friend. Heiress Greengrass informed me of your help towards her and the other girls in Slytherin too, she'd said you seemed to show a protectiveness towards them that they hadn't expected."
"Should you be telling me this?" Harry knew the answer had to be a resounding 'no'; Daphne had barely spoken with him over all his prior time in the Castle.
"Probably not, though I doubt it'll come as a surprise that all those in Slytherin or accused of doing wrong during the war will be looking to stick close to you while in Hogwarts."
Delphini hadn't taken her eyes off him the entirety of their conversation and considering the freedom with which she was discussing private matters, or matters not meant to be shared with him, she had to feel certain nobody would overhear them.
"I hadn't known that specifically, though I had hedged a guess people would be trying to speak with me now more than ever."
That had been one of the cons of returning to Hogwarts; before, he'd been the boy-who-lived. Initially, he'd been a kid who people only ever heard tales about and never witnessed anything. That view was transformed upon his performance in that blasted tournament, it was then that others witnessed how capable he was. Due to that, he was no longer envied without proper cause. But now, after defeating Voldemort a second and final time, and having survived a second killing curse? Nobody would miss the chance to speak with 'the new Dumbledore', as Rita Skeeter had coined in reference to him.
"Does it bother you?" Delphini asked.
Harry looked at her and blinked, thinking to himself that the girl before him could most definitely be related to Sirius if she were this forward all the time.
"No, not really. It'll get annoying at times, I'm sure of that, but I'd rather prevent any confrontations from occurring, as I've already done."
"That's rather noble of you. I was told that you didn't think too highly of Slytherins."
"Who told you that?" Harry asked while trying to recall any time he's ever said that to anybody, he couldn't come up with any. What was more likely was a student that didn't know him overly well made that assumption when witnessing Harry's limited interactions with Malfoy and the lot that typically followed him about like a band of lost puppies.
"That would be a Miss Greene in Hufflepuff. Suffice to say that my search for you was well known and she'd offered assistance." Delphini took in the annoyed expression on his face at the mention of a name he'd not heard before and assumed it was meant for her as she raised a hand daintily to her face, "I apologize, it may have sounded like I was taking up gossip about you—if it's any consolation I don't believe them one bit after hearing you defend us."
Harry waved away her concern and leaned further back into the comfortable chair, he could put away that issue for now. What was more important was Delphini Black finally getting out what she wanted to rather than all the small talk that was happening between them.
"No problem, really, why don't you say what you wanted to now that we're talking?"
Delphini dipped her head politely and did just that.
"First and foremost, I would like to formally request possession of my vault key, Lord Black."
Harry gazed at the girl as if she had multiple heads and for a number of reasons. Why was she calling him Lord Black, why was she avoiding his eye contact now that she'd spoken and why did he have her vault key? Only Sirius came to mind as a possible reason and that was due to the man engaging in a great many pranks from childhood to the tail end of his life.
He saw her head raise for a moment as he'd not yet given a response, Delphini was probably confused as to why he was silent and ignoring the request.
"Why do you call me Lord Black?" Harry went straight ahead and asked the question as bluntly as possible.
Delphini looked up from beneath the mask her hair provided and held eye contact with him for barely a second, "Would you prefer I call you Harry in formal circumstances?
"I'd prefer you always call me Harry and tell me why you'd called me Lord Black just then - did Sirius do something?" Harry was confused as to why she seemed confused. If either of them were on the back foot here, it was surely him. That was largely his fault too - if only he'd have spent even a modicum of time on learning about politics and wizarding culture.
"Very well," Delphini relaxed her posture in the seat and raised her head to look at him evenly, "You were made the Heir to House Black by Sirius Black in his will, I was notified as such by my Great Uncle Rosier. Due to this, I came out looking for you in hopes of finally gaining access to my trust vault - it was impossible to do so when Sirius was the Head of the House, considering he had been wanted for quite a long time."
Sirius had set him up, not in the way he'd have thought, but still, the man had set him up one last time and it'd taken this long to hit; well, if all of her words were proven true.
"I can work on that, I'll need a bit of time though." Harry figured that was as safe a reply as any and one that was unlikely to lead to confrontation.
Delphini dipped her head again, "Thank you, Harry."
"Sure thing," He made to stand up for a second and sharply reversed doing so. Delphini had wanted to speak with him about more than that alone, she'd said as much - why was he suddenly so scatterbrained after only a few moments in the girl's presence? Harry shook off whatever it was that had been clouding his mind and pushed himself to ask what else it was that she'd wanted to bring up to him.
Delphini wasted no time in answering his question, "Would it be possible to stay at one of the Black family homes during Yule and other breaks in the year? My family lives in Australia and it would be quite a hassle if they stayed there while I went to Hogwarts."
Another question and another he'd not be able to answer, "I'll go over that when I take a look at the vault you're talking about… er, it will have your name attached, right?"
Harry grimaced, he was horrible in most aspects related to Gringotts and the Ministry; he wouldn't even be surprised if he had been banned from Gringotts after the intrusion he'd taken against it!
Delphini shook her head in the negative, explaining further to him upon seeing the confused expression on his face, "It'll have a distinct number in the ledger of the Black books, I can provide it now or later - whenever you'd like."
"Thank you, I'll take that from you later… what's next?" Harry dreadfully missed Hermione at this point in time and more so than he'd have thought possible. It was already cruddy enough that his friends hadn't returned, the effect was only amplified when his friends were missing in matters like these.
"In regards to House Black, nothing," Delphini seemed to say that for Harry's sake, noticing how unversed he was in topics they'd spoken about prior, "On account of myself? A few things, chief among them being a request to visit Hogsmeade with you - I hear that's the perfect place to get to know somebody."
Harry wondered if Luna had a closer relative than any of them had known, the girl's silver hair and unique personality would certainly have him believe as much if they'd told them.
"I suppose we could spend a bit of time together when it comes up, so long as you don't mind my mates tagging along." If Delphini wanted to get to know him, he'd not block the girl from doing so, at least not until she'd give him a valid reason to do so.
"Thank you," Delphini smiled and then began wringing her hands as she looked out the window, "I know this is selfish of me to ask, but could I… could I hear of your final duel with him?"
He said nothing in response, not being able to form words as he was overcome with a wave of grief and annoyance. Why did everybody always have to ask about his final fight even after so many witnessed it with their own eyes?
Harry had tried his best to forget the chain of events that occurred on that day - they were simply too painful, the cost of victory too high for any meaningful celebration. He had all he could do just to attend the ceremony for the plaque of the defenders when it'd been erected.
Putting on a mask of a friendly smile and stopping himself from the urge to grit his teeth, he spoke, "Another time."
That was the response he'd give to the girl until he felt more comfortable with both the battle itself and her. Harry didn't miss how her visage dampened noticeably when he had finished speaking.
"I understand." Delphini said, nodding to herself while clearly in thought; Harry hadn't the time to ponder what she was thinking when the girl abruptly stood up and curtseyed to him, "I will go and write to my family now, lest I push it off. Thank you for spending so much time amusing me Harry, I doubt it's very fun doing so when it seems like such a common occurrence."
Harry was silently thankful that she'd decided to call the conversation over and stood up himself, "It's not a problem, really," he waved away her concerns with a confident smile and gesture, "Feel free to visit with me whenever, I have a lot of free time."
Delphini returned his smile and turned away from him, moving quickly into the girl's dorms until she was out of sight from him; Harry sighed the moment he was in the clear to do so.
She had been interesting, to say the least.
"Got your hands full with that one this year, I reckon." Neville's voice popped up from the entrance to the boy's dorms.
Harry hadn't jumped in fright, what he'd done instead was have his wand drawn and a spell at the tip of his tongue at the time of turning around to face the assumed assailant. When he saw and registered who it'd been, he stowed his wand and dropped himself back into the seat.
"You stayed to listen in?"
Neville walked from the entrance and took the seat previously occupied by Delphini, "Yeah, I know I shouldn't have but I can't help but feel there's something off about the girl. You felt it right? How she spoke and acted was… it came off differently than Luna does. I can't explain it, or if I could, I'm cruddy enough to be unable to. I guess what I'm trying to say is you watch your arse, Harry."
Harry took in Neville and ran through his words a second time; yes the girl was unique, but was she as off as Neville seemed to think? Harry didn't believe so. What Harry thought was the girl, being from House Black, had come to see that a large portion of her family was extinct due to the maniac that'd tried to subdue the continent and wanted revenge. While unpleasant as it was asking about it, he could reason as to why she'd done it - that was only if she truly was a Black too, though Harry wouldn't be too hard-pressed to verify her claims. Thankfully Grimmauld Place was still standing and he could go check out the family tree.
"I'll keep an eye out for her," Harry finally spoke up, noticing how Neville was looking a little more on edge from his silence.
Those words seemed to placate the tall boy as he nodded and smiled a few times, reassuring himself.
Seeing that a moment of levity was needed, Harry butted Neville with his elbow a few times to gain his attention and when he had it, spoke, "Maybe this Delphini girl is a fan right? That'd be reason enough for me to worry without having Ron here to take the potions for me."
Neville chuckled and shook his head, "Won't be the same without having our dedicated tester running amuck, I've already missed him a few times now when the post came with potioned treats."
"That happened to you too? Andromeda knows some spell that points out anything harmful and luckily enough saved me many times over, I'd probably be married already without her!"
Harry wasn't lying either.
After finally having Andromeda take up residence in the empty manor he'd taken over, the woman had been quick in assisting him so she wouldn't feel as if she were freeloading. That came in many tutoring sessions regarding etiquette and a few in the handling of daily functions in which Harry had no knowledge about. By the time the first couple of weeks had passed, he felt as if he were the one using her; not the other way around.
"I'd almost had something similar!" Neville leaned forward in his seat, excited and animated in his speaking, "My first two days back had been so strangely quiet, the third day though? Our home was absolutely swa…"
Harry zoned out while listening to his friend - moments like these would always be his most cherished.
September 4th, 1998
Friday Afternoon
Harry stretched out with his limbs as far as he could while in bed, his body cracking all the while he yawned in one combined effort to douse the fogginess of sleep that he'd been left with after yet another successful night sleeping while in the castle. He'd known Hogwarts would be somewhere he could rest without worrying about nightmares and was now proven right - hopefully, that wouldn't change the entirety of the year.
"Tempus." He cast the spell for the time after donning his glasses and when he saw what time was put out, his eyes widened as he rushed to his feet. Yet another morning was wasted as he'd slept in - his body was taking revenge in the form of making him sleep far longer than he had any right to be.
"Neville?" Harry called out to the door, unsure if his friend would be waiting as he had the morning prior. When no response came, he figured Neville had decided to let him sleep in this time and sat on the edge of his bed.
Thankfully, Harry wasn't expected to meet with anybody for anything today, he could use it however he pleased and truthfully speaking, sleep sounded as good an option as anything else.
He almost laid back down into the comfortable and still warm confines of his bed. It would be so easy to sleep longer, to simply tuck himself back in and catch up on the time he'd spent away from any body's best friend, sleep.
Harry had just about given in too, but a voice jarred him from his thoughts as it called out in response to his earlier hollering, "Longbottom met here with Lovegood over an hour ago, did you need something, Potter?"
Potter.
Whoever had called out to him had to be a Slytherin, who else but those in that house would refer to him as Potter? Or Neville and Luna as Longbottom and Lovegood? That wasn't all either, Harry couldn't place a name or face to the voice - he could do that with just about his entire year. Only those who didn't interact with him but seldomly could he fail in doing so - the members of that seldom group were all in Slytherin house.
Delphini's telling of him how they planned to stay close to him freshly rang out in his mind, alerting him that this could be - no, this was one of them doing just that. They'd heard him calling out for Neville and seeing that said boy was gone, decided to pounce on the opportunity presented. Harry almost had to applaud the risk taken by the boy and so he decided at the least, he'd humour them both to see what could come of talking.
"Not really, I was hoping to have him join me for lunch… don't suppose you'd care to?"
Harry almost laughed, it had to sound so set up in the way he'd paused before asking for the other boy's company. He wouldn't be surprised if whoever it had bee-
"I wouldn't be opposed," The voice responded and continued when Harry didn't say something after a few second of pause on the speaker's behalf, "I'll wait for you in the common room."
He almost couldn't believe how quickly the opportunity was taken and this time did burst out into an abrupt fit of laughter. When he had finished the laughing fit that momentarily took control of him, he hopped to readying himself for the day. Speedily he went through his shower and morning routine, making sure he'd not miss anything that would make him look sloppy while also trying his best to make sure whoever had agreed to join him didn't wait overly long.
By his calculations, it took him ten minutes to have everything done with him standing at the entrance and exit of the boy's dorm. He tried without results to calm his messy hair and gave up on it as he so often did while in these circumstances - there was no procrastinating the conversation he'd gotten himself into and no fixing of the horrible hair his father had passed on.
Harry took a breath and walked the remainder of the way down until he was greeted with the few occupants of the room - seeing them almost made him head back up the stairs he'd only just come down from.
Hanging around in the tower were only three students, all of them Slytherin and two being girls that he'd helped only recently - Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis were deep in conversation while sitting close to the fireplace. As for the third occupant of the room, it was a tall, Southern European looking boy who had seated himself comfortably on a large couch.
Harry clamped down on the urge to leave, it being more a reflex than anything else, one that he would have to get under control now that a majority of Draco's group were gone.
"Hello Pott- I mean, Hel-Hi, Harry!" Tracey stumbled over her words a few times, first correcting herself from using his last name after he'd told her to use his first and second, well, he didn't know why she'd switched from 'Hello' to 'Hi'.
"Good afternoon, Harry." Daphne's greeting was put together much better, but he could see the distrust that lurked in her eyes when she looked over at him. He could even make out the subtle moving of her arm towards her wand and the way in which she'd tensed.
Harry was sure to keep his own hand away from his wand as he strode into the room, greeting the two girls as he passed them by while on the way to the boy, "Hi Tracey, Good afternoon Daphne."
The former smiled while the latter narrowed her eyes further - he wasn't bothered by the lack of trust and continued right on until he was at the couch opposite of whoever his companion for the next bit of time would be.
"Thanks for agreeing…" Harry left the silence open-ended in hopes the other boy would fill in with his name, and he did.
"Blaise Zabini," The other boy, Blaise as Harry now knew him, offered out his hand. Harry took it without delay and after shaking it, the boys seemed to relax ever so slightly. That was a well done first step and Harry was happy with himself even with so little progress made - it was the longest positive reaction he'd had with a Slytherin student
"Nice to meet you, Blaise," Harry said before relaxing into his chair, hoping that the formal air between the two would disappear.
"And the same to you, Potter." Blaise returned, staying upright and keeping excellent posture; the opposite of Harry.
"Been a while since I've sat down with somebody I didn't already know, almost forget how introductions go," Harry laughed in a second attempt to ease the formality, Blaise seemed to pick up on that and offered a chuckle. That was enough for Harry and made him feel more comfortable in continuing, "Tell me a bit about yourself, I'll do the same."
"Alright," Blaise said, showing that he agreed with Harry's suggestion, "I was born in Italy, my family moved to Wizarding Britain when I was seven years old and I was sorted into Slytherin, evidently."
He really hadn't skimped on details of himself Harry thought sarcastically.
"I'd assume based on what you shared that you'd already know most of my answers to those," Harry said, not attempting to sound conceited or arrogant, it was simply the truth for most people he'd met.
"A correct assumption," Blaise agreed, letting silent linger when he'd finished.
"So what made you accept the lunch offer?" Harry didn't want to sit and pry into Blaise's life after the boy showed an unwillingness to open up, so he went with a safe and relevant question.
Blaise shrugged, "It donned on me only a few days back that we've never spoken, and while I wouldn't have bothered to rectify that, this morning had seemed too good a chance to miss."
Harry very much doubted the boy's words, Delphini's alert being too fresh on his mind to occupy the idea that Blaise had done anything but that.
"Better reason than most," Harry replied, this time being the one that didn't continue the conversation.
Both boys sat in silence and stared around the room, looking between the two beautiful witches at the fireplace, outside the large window nearest them or at various artwork spread about on the walls. Harry didn't mind the silence and took Blaise's staying as a good sign, the boy hadn't disliked his company enough to leave - something that couldn't be said for half of those in his year who'd been sorted into Slytherin.
"You have my thanks for protecting the others." Blaise offered up randomly, slicing through the quiet that had settled only recently.
"No thanks necessary, I'd have done the same for anybody." Harry wasn't lying, nobody deserved to suffer the punishment for crimes they hadn't committed; a family member didn't represent the quality of person in the entire house, after all. He'd seen that from his brief time with Sirius and equally as brief time with Andromeda.
"Still, you did something that many others in your shoes wouldn't." Blaise dipped his head in respect.
Harry chose to stand up from his seat, "Let's get going to lunch," he followed those words up by offering Blaise his hand.
Blaise glanced at his expression and with only slight hesitation, grabbed Harry's hand, letting himself get pulled up, "Lead the way, Potter."
"Call me Harry," Harry said as the two began making their way out of the Eighth Year dorms, Harry stopping only to ask the two present girls a question, "Did you two want to join Blaise and me for lunch?"
Daphne who'd been speaking during his question glanced at him suspiciously while Tracey turned after jolting in her seat, the latter of the two was the one who answered.
"I'm sure you'd rather spend that time with Blaise, we wouldn't want to get in the way of you two."
"Wouldn't bother me one bit," Harry said to the two girls with a smile on his face, he was taking the time to meet with Blaise already, why not add the two Slytherin girls and make a showing of it. With any luck, it would be deterrent enough for him to avoid having to do more of what he'd already done, that being protecting Slytherins from the other houses, "How about it Blaise?"
Blaise looked at the two girls and shrugged, deferring to Harry, "Sure."
That was all Harry needed and so he extended the offer a second time, "What do you say, care to join us for a meal? I won't bother you again about it if not." Harry would drop the subject if they refused.
Daphne leaned in and said something to Tracey, who herself leaned in and returned something. It was an awkward affair to be party to, but neither girl seemed to care that it'd made him uncomfortable when they turned towards him together. Daphne is the one to answer him, in her monotonous voice with a deepness that was distinctly feminine.
"We'll go with you, we were about to head there ourselves." He wasn't sure why the girl had felt the need to add the second portion of that in, but it didn't bother him all that much. If anything he assumed it was the girl trying to justify it to herself or Tracey.
"Great," Harry responded, waiting to walk so that the two girls could lead him and Blaise. Once they did, the four set off on their path to eternal fullness - or at least the next few hours.
They were close to the Great Hall now, maybe another two or three minutes left. For much of the trip, the group had stayed in silence. Conversations between them all had a forcefulness behind them, making them feel unnatural and awkward. Harry had thought that quality would pass away with adding the two girls with him and Blaise, while if anything, it amplified it.
Blaise didn't seem incredibly close or familiar with the girls and vice versa. Harry wouldn't have thought that'd be the case, not with how everybody in Gryffindor acted at least. But he supposed different houses act, well, different.
Nothing, not even his thinking, could help quash the feeling of annoyance creeping upon him at the lack of activity. Before he did anything too 'Gryffindorish' as others may call it, he started up a conversation with no preamble.
"Blaise, Daphne, Tracey," Harry paused until all three gave him their attention, when they did that, he continued, "What are you going to do after Hogwarts? If you answer mine I'll answer a question of yours so long as it isn't overly intrusive."
He'd figured a little enticement wouldn't hurt and it was his best chance if he wanted to get to know the three peers that were with him.
"Blaise, go first," Daphne said quickly, setting Harry's sights on the other boy of the group.
He shrugged, "Potions Master, maybe, I haven't put too much thought into it."
Harry turned to Daphne and Tracey, the two girls met his gaze and the latter volunteered herself next.
"I'd like to be an Auror or a Mediwitch, either would be fine with me."
Harry smiled at her first answer and kept it on his face at her second, both were incredibly important and the girl had given something constructive, unlike Blaise.
"Nothing," Daphne answered when he next looked towards her.
"Nothing?" Harry asked, making sure he'd heard correctly.
"Nothing," Daphne said again as she picked the pace of the group up.
Tracey gave him a tense smile and leaned closer into Daphne, speaking as she did so. Thinking that Blaise would have a greater chance to know, Harry turned towards him and mouthed the words 'Wrong question to ask?'.
Blaise's response was something Harry was beginning to think was the boy's signature quirk, a shrug.
That had ended the conversation and again the group carried on for the last minute or so in silence.
A silence that was rudely interrupted as they'd gotten within eyesight of the Great Hall and masses of students could be seen running from it. Harry, now on instinct, pulled out his wand and charged forward while looking for threats. Behind him, all three Slytherins stayed where they'd been and watched him surge forward. As he got closer, he could make out stains running down the front of some uniforms, only they didn't look like blood.
Whatever it was didn't matter all that much to Harry, stopping the assailant did, and when he pushed through the final edges of the crowd, he saw what had sent all the other students running.
Everybody eating at the Slytherin table had thrown up.
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