Author's Note: Yes I don't have a beta, which I am sorry about. If anyone would like to beta this story just let me know I can always use the help.

Grimoires: In this story Grimoires are sentient tomes of knowledge that can change forms. They are the embodiment of a families history and magical knowledge. They recognize those of the family they belong too and if the heir of the family has no other teacher will take up the role itself to teach the heir the families magics. They have four forms each. The form of a large book that contains the knowledge of the families history and magic. The form of a piece of jewelry that doubles as a magical focus or storage. (sometimes both). The form of an animal that represents the family. They usually only take this form to watch over and protect their current "master" then they sleep or are unconscious. And sometimes a spectral human form which they use to teach their students.

Harry Potter and the Silver Hand

Chapter 3

Hundreds of miles away a stunningly beautiful young woman with shining silver hair stepped down from a carriage onto the front path of Beauxbatons Academy of magic. She was dressed in the traditional light blue Beauxbaton uniform and color perfectly matched her eyes. This woman's name was Fleur Delacour a fourth year at the Academy and pariah of the entire school. She was considered a pureblood veela like all daughters of veela. But instead of staying in their nesting grounds as most of her people did during their adolescence she was attending Beauxbaton to earn her education as a witch. It was because of her high profile father that it was possible for her to attend at all. Though France was much more tolerable than most of the world to her kind they were still heavily discouraged from going anywhere public before they matured because of the chaotic nature of their allure, which cause most men and plenty of woman to feel the uncontrollable need to impress the veela whom allure they were under. All veela had a hard time keeping control of this allure when they were under the age of seventeen due to the rapid growth of their magical core. However, when her father became the French minister of magic it was all but required of Fleur to attend France's most prestigious school. And so her homeschooling had come to an end.

Fleur had at first been excited, ecstatic really to go to school with students her age that excitement had quickly faded to sorrow when she was practically exiled from all social interactions before the first week of school had finished. With boys throwing themselves at her left and right until she had formed an iron control of her allure both the boys and the girls avoided her like the plague. The boys because they were afraid of the embarrassing things hey might do around her, and the fear of losing control and the girls out of pure spite and jealousy, though a few possessed the same fear as the boys as well.

Never mind that she hadn't lost control of her allure in over a year. Never mind that she was the top of her year in every single subject every single subject the last two years she had attended this school. She had caused to much of a mess when she first arrived that no one could forget it.

With a heavy sigh Fleur started her trek up to the academy keeping her head down avoiding all eye contact.

It was going to be a year just like those before. Spent enduring the odd combination of glares and being ignored by those around her, spending every evening studying just to keep her mind busy, and fleeing home on each of the breaks to be with her family.

She would continue to endure it though, as she always had. Her father couldn't afford to have a daughter that didn't attend Frances magical school, his position as french minister was shaky as it was because of his wife, Fleur's mother who all of france knew was a veela.

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Daphne was glaring as they all waited for Professor McGonagall to return. After her speech about a person's house being their family she had told them all to wait here antechamber until her return.

The reason Daphne was glaring was standing just in front of her. This girl Hermione who Daphne knew the moment Harry saw her was the other girl his family blessing would drive him towards had given her and Harry the cold shoulder the entire boat ride to the castle. It was so infuriating that Daphne wasn't paying attention when they rounded a cliff side and the first years apart from those in their boat made noises of awe. Daphne could understand the wanting to be left alone, could even understand ignoring someone, she had done it plenty of times. But the hurt look that formed on Harry's face the moment Hermione had started ignoring them and had still yet to leave his face was causing her anger to get away from her. If it wasn't for Harry's hand in hers hanging on as if she was a life buoy and he a drowning man she would have demanded to know what Hermione's problem was.

"Why is that blonde boy glaring at you?" An unfamiliar voice asked from behind Daphne causing her to break her own glare and turn around.

Behind her was a girl short even for a first year, she had sandy blonde Hair and sea turquoise eyes that were currently filled with curiosity.

"What?" Daphne asked after a moment and the girl glanced over to the side and Daphne followed her gaze to see Draco Glaring at her and Harry. She subconsciously squeezed Harry's hand and Harry shifted closer to her.

"He is just angry that we kicked him out of our compartment on the train," Daphne told the small girl.

"Very brave kicking a Malfoy out of your compartment." The girl commented and Daphne smirked, realizing she had just been subtly interrogated. Judging by her cautious gaze, she was trying to figure out if I knew who the Malfoy's were, which would tell her my blood status was, at least, half-blood is I had, and if I knew who he was if I really had enough power to defy the Malfoys.

"Not a matter of being brave really. He will bluster and call on daddy, but, in the end, they will not be able to do much besides blow hot air." Daphne explained giving off an air of indifference, causing the young girl to smile.

"Tracey Davis." She introduced herself and held out her hand. Daphne let go of Harry's hand as he seemed to come out of his dark mood after listening to the conversation and turned around as she let go of his hand to shake Tracey's.

"Daphne Greengrass." As she let go of her hand, Harry's slip in and grabbed her hand just as Daphne had taught him on the train. He bowed his head over her knuckles placing a feather light kiss causing the small girl to blush lightly.

"Harry Potter." He introduced himself and her blush spread over her whole face as she stared at him before letting out a small squeak.

Daphne giggled at her reaction and slipped her hand into Harry's again as soon as he lets go of Tracey's. Tracey's eyes nearly bulge when she see their interlocked fingers.

"And…" Daphne leans forward conspiratorially as if it's a secret, though not really caring who hears. "If all goes as planned, my betrothed by the end of Christmas break." At that Tracey's mouth fell open and stayed that way. Before anymore was said McGonagall called their attention and lead them into the great hall.

Daphne and Harry both glance around the hall but keep their faces forward as they enter unlike most of the other first years. Some even turned around to look at the large doors they had just come through. Daphne had coached Harry on the on how to behave when they entered. Explained that by keeping an air of dignity when they entered would greatly shape how he was viewed by most of the old pureblood families. He would have plenty of time to see the whole hall once seated, but to have his first impression all the older students be him being a star eyes first year was something they should avoid.

Daphne didn't miss the look of complete surprise then worry that filled the headmaster's face when he saw Harry and Daphne holding hands before his eyes flicked to Daphne and she felt a brush against her weak beginners occlumency barrier, she immediately lowered her eyes and hissed to Harry.

"Don't look in the headmaster's eyes. He just tried to read my mind, but to do so he needs eye contact."

"What!" Harry hissed angrily causing a few kids to turn to look at him Daphne shifted closer wrapping herself around his arm to calm him.

"Later Harry, I promise later. But right now promise me you won't look into the headmaster's eyes."

Harry was silent for a few seconds fuming at the idea of the headmaster trying to read Daphne's private thoughts before he grunted and nodded, still too angry to speak.

"Thank you, Harry." Daphne whisper but kept herself wrapped around his arm their fingers interlocked as she held his biceps to her chest with her hand that wasn't laced with his.

During their quiet conversation, Professor McGonagall had set up a stool front of the staff table and was already calling up students to be sorted.

"Davis, Tracey." She called out and the small girl stepped forward calmly and sat down. The hat only took a couple of seconds before it called out. "Slytherin!"

And Tracey headed to the Slytherin table sitting down the other first years at the table and Daphne watched a few more names were called until Hermione was called up.

"Granger, Hermione." Hermione walked up like to the hat. She moved like a caged tiger, all grace, and fury.

The hat had taken longer with Hermione then any before her but eventually gave a shout of "Slytherin!" and Hermione moved to the Slytherin table sitting by herself at the very end.

"Goldstein, Anthony." Was sorted into Ravenclaw then it was Daphne's turn.

"Greengrass, Daphne." When the hat was set on Daphne's head it slides down over her eyes and a voice spoke into her head.

"Greengrass, It's been many years since I sorted your father. Hmmmmmm. It's easy to see where you belong, cunning and ambition to make Salazar himself proud. Oh, a parselmouth huh? That the second one today I've sorted. No, no I can't tell you who it was but I expect you will know before long. Well, I've chatted long enough, better be."

"Slytherin!" Daphne stood and handed the hat to McGonagall and headed over to the table before sitting across from Hermione at the end of the table. Hermione just glanced up before lowering her eyes to the table again as if in deep thought.

As McGonagall kept reading names, Daphne tuned her out and studied the girl across from her trying to get a read. It was clear by the way she looked at the world around her that she was angry, very angry about something. She kept to herself and seemed to ignore everyone around her. Though for the briefest of moments when they sat with her in the boat she had smiled and shared her name. Daphne imagined she felt the same pull that she had towards Harry but then had fought against it. Not too surprising really. And though Daphne was tempted to demand to know what was the girl's problem she had to remind herself that most likely this girl would be a sister wife with her to Harry. And it was clear that this girl Hermione already meant a great deal to him if his reaction to her cold shoulder was any indication.

"Potter, Harry." Hermione's head jerked up to watch and Daphne hid her smirk as she watch as well, desperately hoping he would be sorted into Slytherin as well.

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"Ah, mister potter. Hm, my you are a difficult one to place. Plenty of courage, hardworking. Not a bad mind, plenty of cunning and ambition, hm. Hufflepuff out, it takes a lot to earn your loyalty, you wouldn't fit in there at all. Gryffindor's out too, though not for lack of courage, you place too high a value on subtly. You would fit in Ravenclaw, but it's not a true fit for you. You seek only knowledge that would be of use to you. That leaves only one. You will do very well in."

"Slytherin!" Dumbledore coughed and gagged on the pumpkin juice he had just been sipping as he waited for Harry's sorting. Thankfully no one noticed, they were all to shocked into silence. Harry handed the hat to McGonagall who was staring at him as if trying to understand him, before walking over to the Slytherin table, the whole hall silent as they watched him. As he reached the Slytherin table and sat down next to Daphne, she quickly wrapped herself around his arm again and rested her head on his shoulder a large smile on her lips.

"Rivers, Oliver!" McGonagall called as Harry sat down drawing the students back into the sorting though many of them still stole glances over at Harry at the Slytherin table.

Once the sorting was over Dumbledore stood and gave a brief speak before the food appeared on the tables. Most of Slytherin table just watched Harry, Daphne, and Hermione without saying a word.

There were, however a few that didn't follow the rest of the house. The first to speak was unsurprisingly Draco Malfoy.

"What the bloody hell do you think you are doing here Potter?" He shouted from down the table causing several Slytherins to turn their glares upon him, though Draco had kept his eyes focused on Harry. Daphne squeezed his arm and turned to face malfoy.

"How is it you got into this house Malfoy? The first impression you make is shouting across the table at someone who was clearly picked to be a member of Slytherin by the sorting hat? Your actions scream Gryffindor to me,"

Draco's face turned a bright shade of red before he opened his mouth and screamed his reply. "Don't you dare speak to me like that, just wait until my father hears of this!"

At this Daphne just raised her eyebrows and put on a look of incredulity and looked around the table drawing a few laughs from some of the other Slytherins which made Draco turn even more red.

"raising your voice to make your threats seem more intimiating, how." Daphne tilts and head and pausing as if in thought for a moment. "Griffindorish. And please Draco, we both know I don't fear your father."

Draco finally seemed to realize he was digging his own grave and bit back his reply and turned to his food.

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The Slytherin first years gathered in front of a stretch of wall framed by a torch on each side, as the Slytherin approached the torch fires turned green and the Slytherin Prefect turned around to speak.

"Here is the entrance to the Slytherin common room, these flames will turn green when a Slytherin Student is near, and no one from any other house is in the hallway. However, the room will always open with the password even if the torches aren't green. They are just meant to help people learn where the entrance is. Now the password this year is" He was interrupted as a loud hiss rang out through the corridor, however, three students hear a hiss but a voice, a beautiful feminine voice.

"Step forward descendant of Slytherin." Daphne's eyes widened in shock while Harry glanced around subtly in confusion. Hermione just watched the wall carefully and so was the first to noticed the engraving of a large snake appear on the wall.

"What the bloody hell was that." The Prefect swore.

"Step forward descendant of Slytherin." The voice hissed again and harry leaned towards Daphne.

"What does it mean the descendant of Slytherin?" Harry whispered to Daphne and she turned to look at him in shock.

"You understand that?" She whispered quietly as she moved closer to him as well.

"Yea, the wall is just talking. Not like it's another language or anything," Harry replied confused by her reaction.

"But it is Harry, its Parselmouth, the language of snakes. Have you spoken to snakes before harry?"

"Well yea, I set a python loose on my cousin at a zoo once. But really I bet loads of people can do it here."

"Harry it's a really rare gift," Daphne replied squeezing his hand. "As far as I knew before today I was the only one in Hogwarts who had the gift. The hat said there was one other who was sorted before me, and now you. That's more people with the gift at one time than any other time in history."

"If you speak then step forward!" The voice roar in clear frustration and Harry and Daphne jumped before turning to the symbol on the wall.

Taking a deep breath, Harry stepped forward out of the crowd Daphne holding his hand. Neither noticed Hermione take one step out the crowd as well.

"What is your name, heir of Slytherin?" The voice commanded.

"Daphne Greengrass." The Daphne replied in the same language causing most of the students to jump in fright.

The snake's eyes flashed open and bright emeralds seem to stare at her.

"You are not the Heir though you are a speaker. Curious I had thought the gift was from the descendants of my master only. Now Slytherin's Heir, what is your name?"

"Harry Potter," Harry replied nervously shifting his weight slightly as he heard the gasps from the students behind him.

"Welcome, Harry to Slytherin, the house of your ancestors. It had been a long time since a descendant with the gift has been to this school. I shall open the lord's quarter's for you when you enter the common room. Merely tell the door to open it is will, Your mate will be welcome as well of course." Daphne blushed at this quickly replied.

"We are not mates, perhaps in a few years we will be but not yet." The door seemed to almost laugh at her but did not continue that path of conversation.

"When you get a chance Harry, Salazar would like to speak to you. There are many things that he is disappointed about in his house. Just speak his name in your private quarter's and he shall reply."

"I shall… and what should I call you?"

"You can call me whatever you like, Salazar named me Elizabeth long ago, when she still walked these halls. But I am your servant now, not his, and you can call me what you wish."

"Elizabeth is a wonderful name," Harry replied.

"What are you?" Daphne asked curiously into the silence and though the emeralds didn't move it seemed as if they focused on her instead of Harry.

"I am my master's creation, a guardian, a teacher and a weapon. Created to pass his knowledge on his descendants, to confirm his heirs and to protect his family."

"That doesn't really explain much," Daphne complain.

"Until you are Harry's mate, I will say no more to you." The snake replied. "Now place your hand on me, Harry."

Harry hesitated until daphne gave him a small push before taking the steps forward to press his hand upon the snake. There was a bright glow and the snake seemed to slide off the wall warping around Harry's arm before shrinking down to a silver bracelet on his wrist. Harry stared at the silver snake wrapped around his wrist that watched him with emerald eyes before.

Suddenly as if a spell that had kept all the students quiet they all broke out in shouts demanding to know what had happened, what was going on. And most of all, If they really understood what all that hissing was.

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Author's Note: Nothing much done to this chapter, just added a bit a about Fleur, I will give small snippets of her life until she meets up with everyone after third year.

Here is a little bit more on Grimoires. Grimoires will only come from truly ancient families. Greengrass Potter and Black are not old enough. The families magic needs to be strong enough to manifest physically. Each of the founders has a Grimoires for example. But the founder's Grimoires would be considered young when compared to others. Like, say, the Peverell Grimoire, The Emrys Grimoire or the Lefay Grimoire which would be truly ancient.