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Lord Nicholas Greengrass was a tall, lean man, but with plenty of muscle as well. He had dark brown hair, carefully styled into place, and piercing blue eyes, which Daphne had obviously inherited from him. His clothes and robes were perfect, not a crease or imperfection in sight. Lady Cynthia Greengrass was stunningly beautiful, with perfect features, much like Daphne's. Her eyes were a dark brown colour, and she had long blonde hair, the same colour as Daphne's. Her clothes and robes were also immaculate. Everything about the couple screamed perfection, upper - class, and power.
Harry let out a noise that Daphne had never heard before; it was like a cross between a squeak, whimper and a groan. Had they not been in the scenario they were in, she would have laughed. Harry had become aware of the position he and Daphne were in and he shifted uneasily. The Greengrasses stopped in front of him and wordlessly gestured for the two to follow them. Harry gulped, and helped Daphne off his lap. He looked behind him to see Hermione and Ron sniggering a bit, and he shot them a death glare, before grasping Daphne's hand, clutching it like a life line, and with his knees shaking, striding behind the Greengrasses and out of the hall.
As soon as the doors had shut, the Gryffindor's that knew Harry started howling with laughter, as did Astoria Greengrass and Tracey Davis (Daphne's best friend) on the Slytherin table. On the other side of the doors, Harry did not feel like laughing. Nicholas was giving Harry the death glare, with Cynthia glaring with disappointment at Daphne. Harry felt like digging a hole and curling up in it, but refused to show weakness in front of Daphne's dad. 'That's what he wants you to do' an inner voice told him. 'That's what I want to do' he shot back, but instead straightened and stared back with an indifferent, but not cocky gaze. Harry thought he saw a look of surprise flit across Nicholas' face. It was Cynthia that spoke first.
"So Daphne, you thought that, as your parents, we were too unimportant to know that you were dating Harry Potter?" she questioned, the steadiness of her voice perhaps scarier than if she had shouted it. Daphne opened her mouth to say something, but Harry squeezed her hand to stop her and spoke first.
"It was my idea, Lady Greengrass," he admitted, breaking his gaze to look at the beautiful woman. "I thought it would be best if you did not know because that way you would not be a target for Voldemort you see." Nicholas looked impressed.
"But you didn't even know us. How would our safety affect you?" he pressed.
"Well, Daphne loves you, and I love Daphne. If you get hurt, then she'll be sad, and I'll be sad. I love her, Lord Greengrass," he answered solemnly. He heard a chorus of faint awwwing. 'Great, someone's eavesdropping and is running a commentary to the rest of the hall' he thought. In reality, Fred and George had put an Extendable Ear on the door and had cast the sonorous charm on it, loudly broadcasting every word into the hall, much to the impressment of the professors'.
"But you're so young. You're 17. How can you love someone that much at your age?" Cynthia interrupted, looking shocked.
"Lady Greengrass, I think anyone would be immature when you've had a life like mine," he laughed bitterly at the end. The Greengrasses looked shocked.
"What do you mean Harry? What does "a life like mine" mean," she questioned, concern flitting across her face.
"My parents were murdered when I was a year old. My only living blood relatives hated me. I slept in the cupboard under the stairs till I was 11," he started.
"WHAT?" Cynthia screeched, before Nicholas motioned for her to be quiet.
"I met Voldemort in my first year when he had possessed our DADA teacher and was living on the back of his head. Second year Voldemort let a Basilisk loose round the school via a memory of his younger and human self, Tom Riddle, which was preserved in a diary. I killed the Basilisk after he took Ginny into the Chamber of Secrets. Third year, My Godfather Sirius Black and I were attacked by hundreds of Dementors. I would have been soul less had my future self travelled back in time using a time turner to cast a Patronus which saved us. With Fourth year I was entered into the TriWizard tournament by a Death Eater using Polyjuice Potion to impersonate Alastor Moody, our DADA teacher of that year. In the third task me and my fellow Hogwarts Champion were abducted using a port key. Cedric died in front of me, and my blood was used to resurrect Voldemort. He Crucioed me twice, tried to Imperious me and failed, and we duelled, during which the ghosts of everyone Voldemort had ever killed appeared including Mum and Dad who helped to ward him off while I escaped. Our DADA teacher Professor Umbridge made me use of a blood quill every detention in Fifth year, and my godfather was killed by Bellatrix LeStrange in a battle between my secret organization and Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries at the end of which I was possessed by Voldemort. I also found out that neither me or Voldemort could live while the other one of us survives. Then in Sixth year, I went with Professor Dumbledore to destroy one of Voldemort hocruxes, he had made 7, and then had to watch as he was murdered by Severus Snape. This year I have been wandering round the countryside with Hermione and Ron destroying hocruxes. Our travels included breaking into the Ministry of Magic, disguised using Polyjuice, rescuing our friends from Malfoy Manor where Hermione was tortured, diving into freezing lakes, breaking into Gringotts and then escaping on a dragon, finding out Severus Snape was innocent of killing Dumbledore and he had been helping me out all along and was a spy for Dumbledore, posing as a Death Eater, saving Snape, then finally, discovering I was a hocrux, going to the Forbidden Forest, dying, coming back to life and then killing Voldemort. Any questions?" Harry panted, out of breath and depressed at the mention of the death of his Godfather.
Cynthia and Nicholas looked shell shocked. Daphne gripped Harry's hand almost painfully. There was a complete silence from behind the doors. Suddenly Harry found himself being hugged by a crying Cynthia.
"Poor dear, probably never had a mother figure, so young to have had so much happen to him," she sniffled. Harry froze, before hugging her back fiercely. Nicholas gathered up Daphne in an embrace.
"Good choice Daph," he muttered jokingly. "Seriously though, I'm glad you've found someone so mature and selfless, I wish you happiness," he told her. Daphne threw her arms round him.
"I love you Dad," she muttered. Cynthia had released Harry and Daphne walked straight to his side, wrapping and arm 'round his waist and curling into him slightly. Nicholas appraised the two.
"Harry, I approve of you. I think you'll be a good partner to my daughter in the future. I also have a few questions to ask you about your life and its events, but they must be put of till a later date. Your mother and I need to get back to the manor," he told Daphne gently. They both nodded. Cynthia embraced the two one last time, and Nicholas gave Daphne a hug and Harry a handshake, muttering quietly a death threat in Harry's ear if he ever hurt Daphne, before turning toward the entrance.
"Goodbye Lord and Lady Greengrass," Harry said formally. Nicholas turned back.
"Cynthia and Nicholas, Harry," he smiled at the young boy, and with that they strode out of the school. Daphne turned into Harry and hugged him to her tightly, burying her face in his chest.
"I think that went well," he muttered to her. She laughed quietly. They stayed like that for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's presence, before walking towards the double doors.
So, hope you liked it, expect another chapter soon… Happy New Year, Bye x