A Blue Umbrella Story:
It hurt her pride. Nothing else.
Daphne played house with her parents for over a year. Smiling when instructed, laughing when instructed and generally acting like the upper class, nose up, Pureblood daughter Mummy and Daddy had always wanted until they released her from her room and loosened the leash. She wasn't free, but she was getting closer and closer by the day.
Where on the outside she was a bubbly, happy young woman, inside she seethed. Anger and rage filling her system with every antic of her parents and whatever guest they invited round to 'chat' to. Watched with the blue eyes that calculated the most efficient way to kill every person in the room with her lack of a wand that sometimes caused her amusement, meaning at times her smiles were incredibly genuine but incredibly sinister. A lot like the guests to the house.
Although her parents had never taken the Mark. But they were the closest things to Death Eaters a person could get otherwise. They were part of the Death Eater's contingency plan, rich Purebloods who 'believed in the cause' who could and would fund or provide other aid to any fugitives of the law if the Dark Lord were to fall again.
He had, so that was why the myriad of guests kept popping up on their doorsteps. Auror's on their tails as they tried to flee the country or disappear entirely. The house was a safe haven for the darkest and foulest of scum and if even ONE of them were caught, Daphne knew she would go down with her family. That was the only fear she truly had that wasn't related to her beloved.
Harry Potter. Her beloved? It had taken a while for it to finally click. Talking to him for days after the battle, holding him after Weasley's attack and at Grimwauld Place he had suffered from awful night terrors, it had taken all of that for her to finally admit she loved the aptly named Boy-Who-Conquered.
She was daily searching for a way out of the dreaded house, she prayed for the first time in years. Prayed to a God she had cursed for allowing the fiend Draco to breath the Earths air and see the light of day, the one she had cursed for letting the blonde twat manipulate Astoria into loving him, the one she cursed for taking her sister.
She prayed to him for the first time in many years. Prayed that he kept Harry safe, kept him alive and prayed that he would one day allow her to escape and return to him.
She wished, hoped and prayed for over a year. Then her prayers were answered,
"Where are we going?" Daphne asked as she was handed a comfortable emerald green travel cloak.
"Out." Came her fathers gruff response,
"But where Daddy?" She implored, her words coated in sweetness to hide the sour taste of hate.
"We're going to this fabulous new restaurant in Diagon Alley. It's gotten such good reviews." Her mother said, flicking platinum blonde hair out of her face. Her face going from happy and smiling to grim and thoughtful as more words passed her lips, "Your sister would have just loved us all going out as a family."
Daphne's expression matched her mothers and the older woman pulled her into a tight hug that she returned slowly. They came apart at the clearing of Stephen Greengrass's throat,
"Now." He said and Daphne's breath caught in her throat. For in her fathers chubby fingers was her wand, "We're giving you this for ONE, your safety and TWO out of our trust for you."
"Yes father." Daphne said quietly, she kept the eagerness out of her voice but she couldn't keep her eyes off of the one item that could secure her freedom.
"We're really trusting you Daphne." Came her mother Yasmin Greengrass, "No more running off, no more fighting and no more talk of this BOY."
She spat the word 'BOY' and the expression one would take when sucking on a lemon. Daphne resisted the urge to rake her nails down the woman that birthed her's face. She hated it when they spoke foul of Harry and when she got her wand back there would be a years worth of payback for her captivity and a lot more for them daring to say such horrible things about him.
"Yes mother, yes father. I won't do anything bad. I'll behave." Daphne said obediently, her mother clapped delightedly but her father was cautious for a second. Sighing and putting on a smile, the large man handed her her wand, which she stowed in the inner pocket of her cloak. A small smile, nod and 'thank you' given that put her parents at complete ease.
"Let's go darlings." Mrs Greengrass said and held her arm out to her husband. Daphne followed suit on his other side and when linked up they Apparated to the busy as ever Diagon Alley. Right in front of a rather classy looking establishment that spanned 3 or 4 of the attached buildings.
The restaurant was called the Boiling Pot, the name in a beautifully stylish font that was gold on a solid black background, and her heart almost stopped when she read it all.
The Boiling Pot.
A safe spot, established by Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.