Just as Hermione was preparing to start yelling at Harry over the link when the portrait opened and he jumped through. She was on him in an instant, preparing to get her answers, when his hand came up to stop her short.

"Let me grab something first, ok Hermione?" At Hermione's questioning look, he continued. "Hermione, please, trust me?"

The look in his eyes and the honesty she felt through the bond moved her. She nodded and said she would wait at the bottom of the stairs for him. Harry gave her his crooked grin and the young with felt herself shiver. The smile did have such an effect on her.

Harry returned a few minutes later with his invisibility cloak, and grabbed to hand of a very confused Hermione Granger. He quickly led her over to the exit. As they left, they met his guest.

"Daphne?"

"Hermione?" The two witches looked at one another in shock for a moment. For Hermione, she was confused as to how her husband who was known for his dislike of Slytherin's was here with a Slytherin. Daphne was confused as to how her conversation with her betrothed could possibly include Hermione.

"Wait, you two know one another?" Harry's shock pulled them both from their stares. They nodded back at him and jumped into an explanation.

"Well of course. We happen to both be in Ancient Runes and Arithmency together."

"As some of the only non-Ravenclaws, we had to join forces."

"Indeed. Daphne has been my partner in both classes for over a year now."

Harry stared back and forth for a minute. Then letting out a laugh which startled both witches, he tossed the cloak to Daphne. At her questioning look, he explained.

"That is my dad's invisibility cloak. I figure this way we can get through the castle without getting you into too much trouble with the rest of Slytherin or the ire of Gryffindor. While I have no idea what the result of our discussion will be, I assure you that I have no desire to see you in trouble. Now then, shall we be off? I did promise Hermione a new room no one knows about."

Without waiting for a response, Harry turned and strode off toward another part of the 7th floor. The two witches shared a quick look before Daphne threw on the cloak and the two left to follow the odd fourth year champion.

As they arrived in front of a tapestry, both once more gave Harry an odd look. He simply grinned back. It was that crooked grin which had such an effect on Hermione. Harry could feel that. What neither knew was that it was having an effect on Daphne as well. After the grin, Harry began walking back and forth. Both witches missed another grin as a door formed. Harry opened it and invited them in.

Inside of the room was a few couches as well as a table and a fireplace were situated for them. Hermione would have thought nothing of the table if not for Daphne's gasp and rushing over to the basin sitting on it.

"Is this really a Pensive?"

"Indeed!" Harry's confidant response to her question got both witches attention. Hermione had read a small bit about the device, but seeing one in person was new. Both brilliant witches immediately fell upon it. It took a few minutes for them to settle back down into their seats. Harry stood before them, seeming to consider things. He turned first to Daphne.

"I have a great deal to share with Hermione. I will speak with you about our business if you like, but if you would care to hear everything else, I would like your permission to discuss ours before Hermione." Harry had no idea why he wanted to share everything not only with Hermione but Daphne as well. Something was drawing him to her. She had never been rude or cruel to him and did not fit well with the same group as Malfoy. Daphne seemed to be considering his request.

"Well, seeing as Hermione and I speak quite a bit and so do the two of you, if she is ok with it then so am I." Both turned their attention to Hermione. She seemed to be deep in thought, but Harry could hear those.

Everything?

It only seems fair love.

Are you sure about this?

I'm not. But that is why I have you. To keep me grounded. Still, something is asking me to tell her. And I feel I can trust her, at least if you do.

Hermione considered his words. Finally, she acknowledged the idea of sharing with a short nod.

Thank you.

"Ladies, I have quite a bit to tell, most of which will be wild and seem insane. That is why I brought this device. I would like to share a memory with you. Understand that dreams cannot be shared in a Pensive, only memories. As such, I have to have experienced what you see here. I will swear on my magic that what you see is untampered with to my knowledge if you like?"

Both girls seemed lost at this. What could possibly be so big that he would need to make an oath? As they sat, watching, Harry took that as acceptance and removed the memory from his head. With few other options, both girls leaned forward and soon found themselves within the memory of the end of the Ministry of Magic. Upon their exit from the memory, both looked incredibly pale.

"What…What was that?" A Shaken Hermione asked.

"It was the fall of the Ministry of Magic."

"But is hasn't fallen." Daphne did not seem so sure. The memory was so real.

"No, it has not."

"Then…"

"Would either of you believe me if I said I had memories of the future?" The looks on their faces shifted from disbelief to confusion to anger. Hermione nodded her head in acceptance. Hermione's reaction was mitigated as she recalled him predicting her day leading up to joining the tournament. Of course it was not Hermione's response which shocked them both.

"Yes."

Both pairs of eyes shot to the blond Slytherin.

"Well…thank you Ms. Greengrass."

"Daphne, please."

"Then it is Harry. And I appreciate your trust."

"It is kind of hard to ignore a Pensive. But how does this factor into other business?"

"Well, first, I need you both to know that at one point, I did in fact have a betrothal contract with Ms Daphne Greengrass."

"You did?" Was the duel response, but for different reasons. Hermione was shocked that betrothals still existed. Daphne was shocked at the past tense expression.

"Indeed. But I personally felt that was a bit archaic so I canceled it and agreed to take the penalty in order to protect your family from the damage."

Once more shocked expressions. Daphne knew the Potters were well off, but that contract was massive. If Harry had eaten the cost, that was huge. Hermione was shocked that anyone could place their child in such a thing in this day and age. Harry reached out in the silence and grasped Daphne's hand.

"Daphne, you deserve the chance to find happiness and love. There is no reason for you to be stuck with me."

"I…I…thank you Harry. I'm not sure what to say. For both my family and I, thank you."

Now there was a childish grin on Harry's face, prefacing his next statement.

"Besides, I am already married."

"WHAT?!" Daphne exploded. The next shock was that there was not a similar response from Hermione. As she turned, she saw the bushy haired with growing very very red. "You?"

Suddenly Daphne felt a bit cheated. She'd had Harry Potter and he had broken the contract. For some reason, that did hurt a bit. And suddenly he was married to his best friend. He could not fault either one that, but married at 14 and 15?

And for a reason she could not explain, it bugged her that it was not her. With a bit more of a huff than she intended, Daphne congratulated them.

"That's wonderful, but how? Surely your parents would not have let you get married Hermione." As she said the words, her brain clicked. Daphne had heard tales of one option where people were married no matter the age. "You two are soul bonded!"

"Well, you see, it was just that, when Harry, when his name, and then, well." Hermione looked at her hands, stumbling over her words. Harry walked over and knelt before her before the frantic witch, taking her hand in his. As their eyes met, Daphne could feel the care. The love between them was nearly palpable.

She wanted to find that.

"Its ok love. I am not ashamed. I love you."

It took Hermione a few more minutes to get herself under control, but Daphne marveled at the strength in the look she finally returned to Harry.

"Neither am I, my husband. I love you too."

Thank you Harry

After a moment, the two turned back at Daphne's clearing of her throat.

"So you knew what was going to happen?"

"Yes."

"And you knew your name would come out of the goblet?"

"Yes."

There was a tense moment as Daphne's ice blue eyes met Harry's green.

"Did you put your name in it?" There was no accusation, no tension, just an honest question. Harry had not expected that coming from Daphne. It shook him for a second before he responded.

"No, I did not."

"Ok." Her response once more threw him for a loop. Hermione reached over and squeezed Daphne's hand in appreciation as Harry pulled himself back together.

"Thank you Daphne, I appreciate that."

"No problem. Hermione trusts you, so I will to. That said, what were you planning on doing with all this future knowledge of yours?"

"I'm honestly not sure. I'm scared to change anything, but failing to change it leads us back to that destruction you saw, and that was already after the war."

"WAR?!" Daphne and Hermione were back in stereo. Harry took another breath.

"Yes. War. The same one I supposedly stopped in '81 when I lost my family. Voldemort returned and picked right back up where he started from because we had not changed a bloody thing."

"Language Harry. Still, that does not sound good. And how could Voldemort return?"

"Yeah, He is dead…right?"

Rather than answer, Harry pulled his memory from the third task from just before he and Cedric grabbed the cup. It showed up until his capture by Moody. He dropped the memory into the Pensive for the witches to view. With a scared glance, they both jumped in.

Two visibly shaken witches returned about an hour later. With tears in their eyes, both grasped desperately to Harry. What Harry had gone through, the curses, the torture, the teasing and abuse, all against his own willingness to play bait was cruel, rude, and awful. Both felt for him. And both wanted to make it better.

After taking some time to get the two back under control, Harry discovered why they were the top two in their year. Both instantly jumped into to ask clarifying questions.

"So Moody put your name in?"

"No, he was a supposedly dead death eater by the name of Barty Crouch Jr. on Polyjuice Potion."

"And that was really Wormtail helping him?"

Harry responded positively and took a few minutes to explain his godfather's innocence to Daphne.

"Can't we just tell the DMLE where this thing is?"

"And what would we tell them? Not to mention the support that Voldemort has there?"

Questions finally started to taper off as the three settled into peaceful silence. Finally, it was Hermione who broke it.

"So you have to compete?"

"It seem that way. Which means I should probably do some training." His joke earned him a slap from bother other occupants of the room. Letting out a large sigh, Hermione spoke.

"Well then I suppose I should start studying. We need to come up with a plan for…for…well, everything! How else will you get through this?!"

"I did once before."

"With my help." Hermione stated it, but felt like it was more of a question. She was suddenly very worried. Had she abandoned him in the previous experience of his?

"Yes dear, with a great deal of your help." He paused to consider Daphne. "And seeing as she still managed to stay so far ahead in all of her classes, my guess is she had some help though I cannot confirm that for you." This statement brought relief to Daphne. She was worried she had betrayed him. She had no idea one way or the other, but the idea of letting Harry down did not sit well with her.

"Well this time I will be a bit more vocal. Just please don't be offended if none of that support is public?"

Harry let out a laugh.

"That is fine Daph, thank you."

Daphne tensed at that. The other two noted that reaction. Hermione ventured.

"Daphne? You ok?" This shook the blond witch from her thoughts.

"Hmm? Oh yes, I'm fine." Harry went next.

"Did I say something wrong Daph?"

As he said it again, Daphne broke down into tears. Not knowing what else to do, Hermione and Harry both moved to grasp the sobbing witch in hugs. It took her some time to calm down, but as she managed that, the other two finally got their answer.

"I don't know if you know this, but the current Mrs. Greengrass is my stepmother. She is a wonderful woman, but she married my father just before I left for Hogwarts. My mother passed away from a severe case of Dragon Pox when I was seven. She…She…She used to call me Daph and is the only one I've let do that." Harry tensed and immediately began apologizing. Daphne placed a hand on his shoulder and cut that off.

"I…I don't mind if you do it Harry. It feels ok. It actually feels nice. Thank you." At this she fully threw herself into hugging him, burying her face in his neck. Unsure of what else to do, Harry wrapped her in his arms and just held her as she cried herself out.

The three teens sat in the room until Lunch time. At that point, they agreed to separate so Daphne could keep things quiet for now. That said, all three agreed to meet regularly, immediately after dinner each day in the room of requirements starting the next day.

As Daphne departed, she missed the eyes following her down the corridor. The blond hair attached wanted a reaction. He was angry. He was pissed at Potter. His actions had shut up much of the school from giving him a hard time, but Draco felt he could get more. He had come up here to follow Potter. When Daphne exited the room, Draco got an evil grin on his face.

He turned to go put his plans in action.