Far from Perfect

by fantasyra

The most disturbing thing was the pool of blood. The coffee table itself was literately dripping blood onto Daphne's tan carpeting. Judging by the amount on and around the table, the smell in the air, and her friends clothes, the first conclusion someone would have had would have been she murdered someone in her sitting room. This was not an unfamiliar situation.

3. The Iron Maiden

Ye Old Disclaimer:Harry Potter and associated milieu, characters, and situations are owned by J.K. Rowling and her licensees. This is a work of fan fiction, produced solely for enjoyment. No infringement of rights is intended. J.K. Rowling owns it all, I am just playing with the Story. No money is being made by me in any way shape or form.

Beta's:

Still running solo on this one. Hopefully I did all right. I have Beta'ed this story to the best of my limited ability. There will be mistakes, but I hope to have limited them so that it does not detract from the story too much. Anyone interested in being a sounding board and/or Beta, give a shout.

Note:

If you don't want to read an Authors drivel, scroll down to the chapter start. This is the only warning you will get. This story, as some are guessing, is pretty dark. It's meant to showcase what Evil can do, and how years later those who fought are still feeling the impact, especially as it revolves around Harry. Most cannon characters have had had something really horrific happen to them, their characters are changed from those events. Yes, this story is pretty vague on some things, but as chapters unfold those details you are looking for will come.

This story is an experiment in writing for me to see if I can write a story in this way. Confusing, convoluted, strong dark themes, while still writing people as they are in their cores. In addition to write a story so the reader feels that they came right in the middle of the story, but not so confusing that a reader is turned off from continuing. I may fail, I may succeed, but at least I am trying. Breaking out of the standard format of ones writing comfort zone is a good exercise in any regard. Questions, concerns, thoughts, ideas, really anything would be appreciated so I can get a feel and see if my chapters are getting the desired impact to you, my readers. Now, on with the show.

Chapter 3, The Iron Maiden

Beep.

She looked up from the muggle book she was reading on white cell reproduction. The differences between magical and mundane healing practices was fascinating, and in this case, highly relevant to the current situation. The man in the bed next to her moaned softy as if in pain. At the sound of the monitor and his groan she raised her head to check on her patient. The various magical monitors floating about the room showed her that the treatments were holding. All of the latest transplants remained viable with no signs of rejection. The monitor that was keyed to check for the distemper in his blood showed that he was almost purged of the necrotoxic effects that had infected his white cells. The physical damage had been easy to fix, even the mix of obscure dark curses were easy to remove. Only a bit complex and somewhat time consuming. However all the repairs would have been for nothing if she couldn't get his blood purged. She just would have had to keep replacing his organs and that was only good to stall for time. She didn't have unlimited resources to be doing that and already her stocks had almost been depleted by the insane medical maneuvering and unconventional healing she had to use to save him. It will take months to replace the cloned organs she lost repairing him this time. This didn't even include the time it would take her to rebuild her stores of his blood.

Beep.

She leaned back into the chair sighing at how the cushions molded to her form. She still had no idea where Harry found this chair but was glad when he did. The old one was horribly uncomfortable for her to sit in for the long periods he was here. She raised her wand pointing the tip at one of the monitors and gave it a slight flick. Her tired eyes watched the readout that showed the pain relief potion in the IV bag being administered at a steady drip. Her patients moaning tapered off after a moment and the monitors showed his sleeping rhythm was returning to a deeper mode. His mind was resting again thanks to the dreamless sleep she designed to work in conjunction with the IV pain reliever, but his body was doing anything but. She could see that his body was practically running full tilt in its struggle to fix him. He was the only one she had ever treated whose body reacted like this. She must have treated hundreds of people during the war but he was the only one she had ever seen that seemed to have a body chemistry with a mind of its own. It was the only explanation she could come up with to explain how his body reacted to infections, threats, poison, or damage. And she had plenty of experience monitoring him to know. She couldn't help but marvel at the sheer will Harry Potter possessed to live, seemingly written deep into his very cellular structure. Even despite his best efforts to kill himself.

Beep, Beep, Beep… Beep.

The altered rhythm brought her eyes to his heart monitor. It showed a small grouping of affected cells she had somehow had missed had reached his heart. She flicked her wand at the monitor bringing up a three dimensional view of his working heart. She watched as a group of white cells grouped together in ambush by somehow holding on to the wall of his heart. As the infected group passed they attacked savagely. It was the reverse to how the strange Necrotoxin originally affected them. It would do the same, attacking his white blood cell and somehow camouflaged itself from the body's natural defenses. By the time she realized what it was doing it had overrun almost 80% of his white blood cells and was deep into his bone marrow. That was three days ago. She had purged and replaced his blood through transfusions, dialysis, and switching spells before his body or magic began figuring out what she already knew. Smarter, more aggressive white cells began to be produced. Yesterday was the first day she saw them doing this, laying ambushes and counter attacking seemingly, and baffling to her, resistant to the Necrotoxin. At first they were confused, sometimes attacking healthy tissue but over the last twenty four hours they seemed to be getting a handle on it. It was almost as if there was a white cell version of Harry in there leading and directing the others. She had never read or seen anything like it in her years of study. The only explanation for this and other similar instances she witnessed in his past healings was it had something to do with his magic working through his body.

Beep.

She sighed in relief and lowered the visual display. He was thankfully healing himself now. A flick of her wand set the nutrient potions to begin feeding into him. He was absorbing them at an astounding rate now but that was normal for him at this stage. The young woman was about to pick up her book when a knock rang from the front door. A quick check to Harry showed him twitch at the noise but he remained unconscious. Sighing again she rose stiffly and hobbled a few steps heading to see who it was hoping it wasn't Tracy again. She loved her friend but this was not a day for one of those kinds of visits. Granted the other day wasn't either, but that never stopped her from coming over anyways.

Her fears however proved unjustified when she opened the door to a very tall sandy blond short haired man in his forties. She smiled warmly at him. "Hello Marcus."

The man pulled off his drivers cap and held it in front of his tweed sweeter vest that was barely visible under his blazer. He smiled affably. "Miss Greengrass. Um, the Lady Malfoy has arrived and is down stairs in Exam Room Three."

"Is it two already?" Daphne asked in surprise.

"Indeed Ma'am. Joseph sent me up to let you know." She watched as he nervously shuffled his cap between his hands a moment before he spoke again. "How's the Commander?"

She smiled reassuringly. "He's resting well now Marcus. He should wake sometime this evening. Tomorrow at the latest." Her smile turned impish. "You can let the others know. I'm fairly sure they have been pestering you for information."

Marcus smiled relived. They all knew very well not to pester her for information on Harry's recovery. The time she almost banished James into a tree during the war set the standard. He interrupted her while she was researching how to reattach limbs that had been severed by dark magic one too many times. She understood his, and by extension Harry's peoples concern but it was counterproductive and they really should have known better. She almost chuckled at the memory. It wasn't funny then, incredibly aggravating would be a better description, but was somewhat funny to her now. At Hogwarts people called her the 'Ice Queen' because she made herself so unapproachable. However after the incident with James, and the one time their camp had been discovered and Harry's people saw her fight, she was known as the 'Iron Maiden'. They stopped pestering her after that. No one wanted firsthand knowledge of the kind of damage a Healer could inflict with their exact understanding of the human body. No one knew how to hurt someone like a healer. "Yes Ma'am, they have. Some real worried people back at the Office. The news will cheer up quite a few people."

Daphne stepped out and closed the door behind her before setting off to walk around the building to enter the clinic. "Well, you can let them know he will make a full recovery but I am restricting him to office duties only for the next week. Let Maggie know to tell Luna that if they have any high profile contracts to hide them till then." As she rounded the corner she blew out a frustrated breath at the truth she was about to utter. "Merlin knows if he sees something more interesting than an investigation he'll be on the first flight Morgana only knows where before he's recovered. It will be Brasilia all over again."

The man walking beside her nodded his head. "Of course. I'll make the call in a few moments once your safe inside."

Daphne rolled her eyes. Four years here and there was only ever one attempt to breach the wards. The man was hit with no less than sixteen different wards, the combined effects even she couldn't unravel, he was shot eight times, and cursed three. The message it sent was more than efficient to detour even the most moronic wizard or witch from attempting it going forward. It's been three years since then and not so much as a probe on the outlying detection wards by anyone yet Marcus and his team still treated every day as if that was the day someone was going to try something.

She couldn't help but smile when she entered the clinic itself. Her staff had put quite a bit of effort in to creating a welcoming feel, though if she was honest Lavender deserved most of the praise for the décor. The Gryiffindor alum just had a serious eye for decorating. Warm colors, pleasing art that didn't make their clients feel outclassed, all put together in a way that allowed the nervous people the sought their services feel at ease. It was hard enough on them just coming into a free clinic without feeling like they were a charity case. Most of them couldn't help but be in their situations, and not one of them could afford the treatments they received here. She knew it, they knew it, but there was no need to rub their faces in it.

The waiting room had a few people about as was usual at this time but what made her smile was Joseph. The young man couldn't have been more than a handful of years older than she was and currently was entertaining a boy of about five. He was kneeling down making exaggerated faces while trying to twist a long balloon into the shape of a dog, something he did a lot for the young ones while they or their parents waited to be seen. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Marcus raise his chin to Joseph, and the brunette man gave just the barest of nods while poking his tongue out the side of his mouth. Apparently this was necessary for the intricate maneuvers he was undertaking. Marcus retreated back outside with a parting 'Ma'am' while Joseph finished up with the dog. He somehow created one with no tail and five legs though the young boy thought it was a great just the way it was.

Daphne turned when she heard Marcus outside greeting someone. She noticed it was an elderly lady whom she recognized as Mrs. Watson from the tenements across the street. Daphne watched as Marcus offered his arm to her and helped her across the semi busy road while she listed to the young boy's mother laugh and flirt with Joseph.

For just a moment Daphne wondered if Mrs. Watson would have been so comfortable walking with Marcus if she knew he was Harry's demolition expert during the war. Harry found him on their third raid hitting Death Camps. Death Eaters killed his wife and captured him during a one of their muggle hate raids east of Kent. Retired Royal Marines or something Harry mentioned to her once. Marcus was even the mad genius for the 'Light Spell' Luna crafted, and wasn't that just a nasty piece of work. There was no telling how much damage his creations caused during the last year of the war he was with them. Would Mrs. Watson fawn over Marcus gentlemanly manner if she knew of the swath of destruction he left as they battled to bring down Riddles Ministry? Daphne turned her attention back to Joseph. During the war Joseph was almost as lethal as Harry, and nearly as suicidal. They found him wandering around alone in Sherwood half-starved and more than a little insane. He somehow escaped a camp he was incarcerated in and wandered into theirs during their brief stay in those majestic woods. If Harry knew his back story he never told her but Daphne was willing to bet he didn't. Whatever happened to him before he joined them must have been horrible because it was months after the war before he calmed down and started to heal. No magic or surgery she had discovered yet could take away the physical scars on him from his internment. Would the little boy's mother flirt with him so if she knew that he had over forty kills notched on his wand? Would she look at him that way if she had witnessed the raw intensity he displayed during their raids when he cut down Death Eaters? For that matter would any of these people let her treat them if they knew of the blood she had on her own hands?

Daphne shook her head from those thoughts. She already knew the answer and it was not something to brood over. That was the kind of thinking that the Wizengamot used. She knew both men well, and both were good people. They had internal scars that may never completely heal, Physical scars that resisted all attempts to remove them, they've done horrible things for the war, but like all of them, they never stopped being good people. She let herself into the back offices to get the file for her two o'clock. By the time she entered Exam Room Three she managed to push the dark thoughts that held her a moment ago back down where they belonged. Hopefully to stay buried but she knew better.

She was greeted as soon as she opened the door. "About time Daph, having a lie in or you forget your sister was coming in for her sixth month checkup?"

"Hello to you too Astoria. How have you been?" Daphne returned joyfully as she walked over to hug her pregnant sister who was already in her hospital gown and half lying on the exam bed.

"I would be a lot better if little Scorpious would stop kicking me in kidneys or using my bladder as a spring board."

Daphne made a face of distaste. "You can't possibly be considering letting him get away with naming your child 'Scorpious', Astoria. I can't believe he would do something so wretched to his first born. Doesn't he remember the hell he got his first year over 'Draco'?"

Her sister smiled warmly at the jibe. "No, I am pretty sure he remembers but you know how stubborn he can be. We had an agreement, if it's a boy he gets to name him. If it was a girl, I would get to name her. The one who lost this round gets to name the next regardless. So he decided to name him after his paternal uncle. One of the few members of his family he still talks too."

Daphne shook her head while casting a few spells to check on the baby's growth and comparing it to the charts. "How's mother?" she inquired.

Her patient lay still letting her run her tests. I always helped when they did; she got more detailed information with fewer spells. "Mums well. You know she's seeing someone. She really likes him and he seems nice from the two times I've met him. Owns his own shop in Hogsmeade selling odds and ends just down from the Three Broomsticks."

Daphne raised an eyebrow but smiled happily. "I'm glad. Do you know how serious it is?"

Astoria chuckled wickedly. "Seriously enough that she mentioned that he's inquired a few times who was currently acting Patriarch of Clan Greengrass."

Her wand stopped moving over her sister's abdomen at the news. "What did she tell him?"

"The truth."

Daphne winced. "How did he take it?" she asked hesitantly.

Astoria still had a playful smile on her face. "Pretty well all things considered. Mum said he stopped breathing, paled a bit and promptly passed out. She did say that after she revived him he asked when he would be available to discuss bride price."

"Brave of him. He has no problem meeting with the Notorious Butcher of Bristol? Or whatever hateful names there calling him now a day. Even babies born after the war know he's a wanted 'criminal'. Is he willing to sit at the table with an enemy of the state?"

Chuckling her sister answered her. "Mum said he was. She asked if he would be gentle, he's not skittish but nervous as all get out. Mum said he doesn't buy the label the Ministry is hanging on him. He lost two cousins to Voldemort this last round and celebrated the victory. However she said he has a very healthy fear of the Man Who Won."

Daphne groaned. "You know how Harry feels about the old ways."

The evil smirk on Astoria's face grew. "Harry may not like it, but I will. After the grilling he gave Draco and me, it will be fun to watch him do it to someone else." Her face grew a bit more serious as she continued. "Besides, he may hate it but its tradition and he accepted the responsibility when Dad died. Dad entrusted all of us to him to keep us safe during the war and to guarantee our futures and happiness after; assuming we lived."

She nodded at her sisters points and restarted her tests. "He knows that but I think the only real reason he went through it for you was because you wanted to marry Draco. If it was anyone else I don't think he would have put half the effort into it."

Daphne nodded to herself over her findings. Everything was perfectly within ranges for this stage of the pregnancy. With her focus on the magical readings from her diagnostic spells she didn't see but could clearly hear the mirth in her dark haired sister's voice. "O, Harry certainty didn't do it by half. Poor Draco was most put out when he realized he had to negotiate with Harry of all people instead of Mum. The look on his face when Mum told him was priceless. I'm still looking for a way to get the memory turned into a picture. If I can manage it by yule, it would make a perfect greeting card. Humility is good for a man's soul. Doubly so for my husband and to be perfectly honest, he is still a bit too prideful for his own good. He's getting better though."

Daphne replied wryly. "I still can't believe you had our house elf secretly take those pictures of them while they sat at the table. I don't think I've ever seen Draco's face shift from sick green to enraged red and vice versa that many times in one hour."

Daphne checked a few boxes on her chart while Astoria chuckled darkly. You could almost see the light dancing in her eyes from her words. "He banked heavily Harry wasn't going to be prepared for the tradition. Don't tell him I told you so, but that night he told me he was actually impressed. I thought he was going to swallow his tongue just saying the words."

Daphne couldn't help but laugh at the image and could easily imagine how much those words would have hurt him to say aloud. There was little love lost between the two. She remembered Harry's obsessiveness as he tried to prove Draco was up to something. Even the Ministry didn't probe that far into every single aspect of Dracos life during his post war trial. Harry had three teams of his people scourging every single breath he drew. "Is he still fuming over the clauses Harry added to the contract?"

Her sister rolled her eyes. "Not as much as he did in the beginning. It's not uncommon for men to have Mistress Clauses for the purpose of needing an heir but for Draco to have to pay half the Malfoy fortune if he ever strayed yet for me to have the ability to take a lover at no penalty was just mean. Draco knows I love him and won't ever use them but it was quite the slap in the face. He knows Harry put those in there for spite since he couldn't find anything on him."

Astoria's merry tones faded away after a moment. Daphne noticed the frown that followed. "Going back to Mum, Harry better apply as much effort into Mums suitor as he did mine. I may have put up a fuss over how he was treating Draco during the negotiations but I appreciated it. I love Draco but I was also blinded by it. If Draco was false in his love for me I wouldn't have seen it. Harry would have. Especially when he had his people look into the match. Mum deserves the same. If this wizard is unworthy or false, Harry needs to deal with it. Mum's beau cannot nor will not replace Dad, but I want her to be happy and she's been really lonely since Dad died. Tradition dictates Harry ensures the match is viable. Mum trusts his judgment, especially after how she saw him handle my contract. I don't think she would have been willing to become this attached otherwise. I know he feels the tradition is degrading and I won't deny it's been abused in the past by some House Heads. However, we both know that when the Head of House is following the tradition as it was meant to be then this tradition can be a godsend. Nana is a great example. Her first love was that German Count she met while on holiday in Nice. You remember her story how she pined for him for over six months only for Great Grandfather to show her the article that came out in the French paper how he was caught trying to swindle some Baroness out of her inheritance to pay off his gambling debts."

Daphne sighed. "I remember. Nana was trying to explain how the tradition was not necessarily a bad thing when Dad started looking at offers for my hand." She went quite a moment while she finished up her paperwork. "Well, little Scorpious is developing well, though I still think you should go to The Abby and talk to Healer Basil and let him check my findings. He's far more knowable than I am in pregnancy diagnostics. You know I'm just going to send my findings to him anyways."

"You know Draco only trusts you to check on me. He said, and I quote, 'You are not going to St. Mungo's to be checked by those incompetent morons who barely know which end of their wand is which. I'll not trust the Malfoy Heir to their moronic fumbling. You are going to be seen by a real healer, your sister.' When I mentioned that you would want me to go to The Abby he refused on the grounds that the Healers couldn't be trusted any more than the ones at St. Mungo's since half of them are Muggles. 'What would a Muggle know about a magical child?'"

A smile quirked at the corner of her mouth before Daphne stated dryly. "He knows I incorporate muggle medical practices in my healing techniques doesn't he? I've been doing it since the war when I started training under Dr. Bernard."

Astoria rolled her eyes at her husband's hypocrisy. "Yes yes, but he said you're a Witch first and if you can keep Potter alive for as long as you have, you can do anything." Both women laughed at that before Astoria looked serious again. "So, you will talk to Harry then?

Daphne nodded in resignation. "I'll talk to him later this week Tori, but…" Daphne sighed at the imploring look her sister was giving her. "I talk to him, okay?" She smiled weakly when her sister did.

It was an awkward moment while she waited for Astoria to get dressed. "How bad was he hurt on the last contract?" Astoria asked compassionately. "Tracy said it was pretty bad."

"For Merlin's sake what did she do, run to you that night trying to enlist you in some mad plan to put a stop to my 'sick relationship'." Astoria rolled her eyes when Daphne even through in air quotes to make her point.

"Not that day unless Harry came home last night, which I doubt since Tracy said she's been at this for days. She came by the Manor for tea yesterday evening. She looked pretty frazzled, said she's been making the rounds but so far she hadn't had any luck getting anyone to help her break up you and Harry. Said she even went out into the muggle world and looked up Granger but no luck."

"For the sake of Magic, I am not even in a relationship with him." Daphne stated exasperatedly at her friend's efforts.

Astoria finished smoothing out her dress before she looked to her disbelievingly. "Sure Daph, pull the other one. Lie to Tracy all you want, but don't try to lie to me."

Daphne stiff defensive posture sagged under the glare of her younger sister. "Just leave it alone Tori."

"You love him. Admit it."

She smiled weakly, almost painfully. "He doesn't love me. I'm just his sometime friend, healer, and ward."

"Have you told him how you feel?"

"What good will that do Astoria?"

Her sister enveloped her in a comforting hug. "You never know Daph. You never know."

Daphne opened the door to the flat tiredly. Though she was not gone long the conversation with her sister took a lot of her emotionally. She walked in to check on Harry to find his bed was empty and all her monitors were blank. A sound from the loo adjacent to the room told her where he was. She was already walking to the door when it opened revealing him clutching the wall to keep himself steady.

"I don't think I want to know what you fixed this time. I feel as if half my internal works were new and they were still figuring how what they are supposed to do." He stated blandly.

She marched over to him putting his arm around her to help steady him as he walked back to the bed. "Maybe because they are new. Your kidney, liver, one lung, about four feet of large intestine and ten of your smaller intestine were all replaced, to be exact. The curses created a very potent and deadly Necrotoxin that I've never seen before. It was destroying you from the inside before I tracked it down to your blood. You're lucky Dr. Bernard, Healer Lawson and I developed our cloning technics to replace damaged organs during the war. I used up all your spare parts here though and I'll need a lot more of your blood type as well. " She timidly informed him as she sat him down once they crossed the small space.

Harry grunted at the information. "That would explain a lot actually. You should have just let me die Daphne, I'm not worth this much effort…" he didn't finish the sentence at the look she gave him but sighed. "…fine. Contact The Abby and they will get you resupplied. Do you remember where you put my boots?"

"You need rest Harry. You should rest." She cautioned.

"What I need is my boots so I can get to the office. I can't expect Luna and Neville to shoulder the post contract load. If you're going to keep healing me I might as well do something useful." He countered while wozzingly looked around.

Daphne dutifully rose and retrieved his boots as well as a fresh set of his cloths. She didn't speak again until he was fastening his campaign cloak about his shoulders. She just watched him with aching eyes while he slowly dressed himself. "Have Joseph slide along apparate you. You're not strong enough yet to manage it on your own."

He paused for a moment but nodded his head. "Any messages while I've been gone?"

She replied quietly. "Jake's called every Monday since you've been away asking if you were back and free to meet with him at the Proud Stag on Thursday. Astoria was in earlier today for her sixth month checkup. The baby is doing well."

"Six months… has it already been that long. Boy or Girl?" He inquired disinterestedly.

"Boy. Draco wants to name him 'Scorpious' in honor of his Uncle."

That got a reaction from him, even if it was short lived. He snorted but his tone was just as bland as it was before. "I'll never understand Purebloods. Hope the kids got Astoria's spirit. He'll need it with that name. Might as well name him Albus Severus or something equally as stupid. Anything else?"

"Astoria mentioned Mum is getting pretty serious with the man she has been seeing. He's asked to meet with you." Harry blew out disgusted breath. Before he could say anything Daphne soldiered on. "I know you don't like it but will you please think about it? It would mean a lot to Mum. You know she's a traditionalist and this is how things are done."

She could feel his eyes on her while she looked at the carpet. "You think I should do this?" It was both a question and statement.

Daphne nodded but didn't reply. They had this conversation when Draco had asked for Astoria's hand. "Fine, I'll think about it and let you know in a couple of days. What day is it today anyways?"

"Thursday. I'm sure if you called him Jake would be more than happy to meet with you. He's given me the impression that he goes to the Stag anyways, but I am sure he would enjoy your company."

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Harrys nod. Daphne sat quietly waiting for him to leave as he always did. They had played this scene out more times than she could count. He would wake up, ask for his messages and then force himself to carry on about his day no matter how badly he was injured. She knew if she said something, if she told him not to go, he would stay but he wouldn't be happy about it. He always listened to her when she put her foot down and did as she asked but she couldn't bring herself to make him stay if he didn't want to. It was different if it wasn't advisable for him to be doing things, she didn't feel bad then. The only times she could bring herself to force him to rest was when she knew he shouldn't be doing anything else but. However today, fresh from her talk with her sister she could feel the rebellious side of her coming out. Screaming at her within her mind to make him stay regardless of his feelings.

She rose with him when he did, watching him gain his balance back and walk out the room. She followed just behind him at war within herself. As he reached out to open the door something inside her snapped.

"Harry!" He didn't turn around at uncharacteristic break from this scene. But his hand immediately stopped resting on the door knob. He didn't turn, neither did he speak. He just stood there.

They stood there in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Her mind at war with her heart. Tracy's voice telling her to stop and give up what she had. Her sister's voice telling her to confess her feelings for him. Her own inner voice divided between fear of rejection, and her desire to know once and for all if there was anything in his heart for her. In the end, she ducked her head and turned sideways away from him undecided and retreating from the knowledge she sought. "Will…will you be home for dinner? I was thinking of making a Kale Brose tonight."

He was quiet a moment. Still with his back to her and facing the door. "I doubt it. If you need anything, I'll be at work, or maybe with Jake. I'll have my cell on me once I get my effects from Maggie. Either way I don't think I'll make it back until very late."

Daphne nodded to herself as Harry had already walked out the door.

Authors Note:

Okay, this little story is just something that hit me and so, to get it out of my head here it is. Plans to continue it are in place, but I am really curious to see how people take it. If the story intrigues you, do let me know. I could use all the thoughts you all have.

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