Chapter 6: The Butler, Reminiscing

I still don't own Harry Potter. This is a fanfiction. Once again, thank you for all the reviews, follows and favourites! It really motivates me to keep going! I'll try and update again soon. Until then, enjoy the chapter. This entire chapter is a flashback, that shows just how Sebastian and Daphne became Mistress and Butler. It's also the longest so far. Enjoy! -RR13

June 24th 1995

"Kill the spare!" hissed an inhuman voice. Harry turned, just as a green light hit Cedric square in the chest. The Hufflepuff fell backwards, and was still. Harry froze, unsure of what to do. "Bind him!" came the voice once more. Before he could come to his senses, Harry was immobilised and was unceremoniously thrown at the foot of a statue. Up close, he recognised who it was that had killed Cedric. It was Peter Pettigrew, his father's former friend, traitor and Death Eater. He was carrying a bundle of blankets. "Begin the process, Wormtail.". Wormtail dropped the bundle of blankets into the cauldron, and turned to the grave beside Harry.

"Bone of the Father, unknowingly given. You will revive your son." Wormtail began, levitating a bone from the ground beside Harry. Though he couldn't move, Harry tried to glance at the name on the headstone. He could just make it out. 'Riddle'. 'Oh God…' he thought.

"Flesh of the servant, willingly given. You will revive your master." said Wormtail. Pocketing the wand and drawing a knife. He held his hand above the cauldron, and in one quick slice, cut off his entire left hand. Harry had to stop himself from vomiting. "Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken. You will revive your enemy.". Wormtail approached Harry. Harry was panicking, if the servant had to give up a hand, how much did the enemy have to give?. Wormtail jabbed the knife into Harry's left forearm and drew it down to his wrist, then turned back to the cauldron. He dripped Harry's blood into the cauldron, and stepped back. The cauldron began smoking, and slowly began to disintegrate. A tall, pale, skeletal figure stood up. He stretched his arms, as if testing his new body.

"Robe me, Wormtail." hissed Voldemort.

"Yes, my Lord." squeaked Wormtail. Wormtail, handed the Dark Lord a set of black robes, and presented his infamous yew and phoenix feather wand.

"Hold out your arm Wormtail."

"Thank you, my lord." Wormtail whimpered, holding out the stump where his hand had been. "The other arm, Wormtail." hissed the Dark Lord in annoyance. Wormtail looked distraught, as he presented his intact arm. Voldemort touched his wand to Pettigrew's Dark Mark. Within moments, several robed figures apparated into the graveyard.

"My friends, how long it has been since we last all stood together. I must confess, I am… Disappointed in you. Not one of you tried to find me. Not one of you, stood by me."

"I returned, my lord." whimpered Pettigrew, still cradling his stump.

"Out of fear, Wormtail. Not out of loyalty." Voldemort hissed, rounding on the man. "Nonetheless, you have been useful to me these past few months." he conceded, waving his wand. A metallic claw-like hand replaced the stump.

"Thank you, my lord. It's beautiful."

"Now, tonight, we have some very special guests." Voldemort said, turning to the Death Eaters present. "Lord Greengrass, and Harry Potter. Unfortunately, Lady Greengrass is… indisposed at the present." Voldemort chuckled, and Harry got a horrible feeling that he knew exactly what Voldemort meant by that. "Fortunately, Lord Greengrass is quite well, and is present tonight. Wormtail, please fetch our guest.". Wormtail nodded, and headed for the shack from which he had presumably been hiding in. He returned with Lord Greengrass moments later. Lord Greengrass was an entirely unremarkable man, average height, average weight, with greying hair. The only thing remarkable about him only became noticeable when he spoke. He had an enormous sense of self-worth.

"Lord Greengrass, will you join our cause?" asked Voldemort.

"No, my lord. We will not. I am a respected man, and a key figure on the Wizengamot. If anyone were to even suspect me of having ties to the Death Eaters, well, it would be detrimental to my career." said Lord Greengrass, pompously.

"That is such a shame to hear." sighed Voldemort. "I had hoped to avoid spilling pure blood."

"What? You can't just kill-" Lord Greengrass began, but whatever else he had to say was cut off as Voldemort made a cutting motion with his wand. Blood began to trickle out of a slit in his throat. Lord Greengrass fell to his knees, desperately clutching his neck, as though trying to stem the bloodflow. Naturally, it was useless, the Dark Lord and his followers started on dispassionately as the life ebbed from his eyes, and in under a minute, Lord Greengrass was dead.

"Now then, Harry Potter. Lying on the bones of my filthy muggle father. For so long, you have been a thorn in my side. Tonight, that changes." Voldemort waved his wand, and Harry was freed from the immobilising charm. "Pick up, your wand, boy!" roared Voldemort. Harry fumbled for his wand, not quite able to make his fingers grasp. "Pick it up!" the Dark Lord yelled again. "You have been taught how to duel, yes?" he asked. Harry grabbed his wand, wincing at the pain in his hand, and staggered to his feet. "Excellent, Now, we bow to each other." said Voldemort, giving a half bow. Harry didn't move. "Now, now, Harry. Surely Dumbledore wouldn't want you to forget your manners, I said, BOW!" he yelled, casting the Imperius Curse. Harry felt as though a ten tonne weight had been placed on his back. His head started to bow.

"No, I… won't… bow." he choked out.

"Impressive, Potter." chuckled Voldemort. "I wonder how you arsenal holds up to mine though.". Voldemort flicked his wand, sending a jet of green light at Harry. Harry leapt behind a gravestone. "Come out and face me, Potter!" yelled Voldemort. Harry knew he couldn't stay where he was for much longer. One shot from Voldemort and the gravestone would be rubble, and he wouldn't fare much better. He leapt out from behind the gravestone, pointing his wand at Voldemort.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The jet of red coming from Harry's wand met with the jet of green coming from Voldemorts. The two streams battled each other, each trying to push the other back.

"Stay back!" Voldemort called to the Death Eaters present, some of whom were drawing their wands, intent on helping their master. "He's mine!". Ghostly apparitions began flowing from Voldemorts. First came Cedric, then an old man that Harry didn't recognise. Finally came his parents, Lily and James.

"Harry, we can hold him off. Please, run." said the apparition of Lily.

"Go son, please. Don't let him get you. Now!" James urged. Harry nodded, and broke the connection. The apparitions swarmed Voldemort. In a panic, Voldemort began firing off curses. As Harry ran to the Triwizard cup that had brought him, one of the curse's caught him, blasting him through the door of one of the mausoleums. One of the robed figures took advantage of the confusion and subtly pointed their wand at the Triwizard cup and muttered "Depulso.". The cup sped backwards, as though pushed by a strong wind, towards Cedric Diggory's body. Knocking into the body, both cadaver and cup disappeared.

"Where is he?" roared Voldemort.

"He's gone, my lord." said one of the Death Eaters.

"Gone? To Hogwarts?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Then Barty will bring him to us." said Voldemort "Come, we will return to Riddle Manor, Barty is under orders to bring him there."

The Dark Lord and the Death Eaters disapparated. Only one robed figure remained. They approached the mausoleum, where Harry lay.

"They're gone."

"Who are you?" Harry rasped.

"A friend." the figure responded with a shrug. "A friend who can help you. You're dying."

"I hadn't noticed." Harry chuckled, which resulted in a coughing fit.

"I can help you."

"I've survived the killing curse before."

"Not this time. The killing curse, sure. But, you just got blasted through two feet of solid stone. Virtually every bone in your body is fractured, if not broken."

"And, you can heal me?" Harry chuckled again, apparently not having learnt from last time, and began coughing again.

"No, I can give you a second chance." the figure responded.

"What do you want in return?"

"Your help. To kill Lord Voldemort."

"If you're opposed to him, why would you be here?" Harry asked. The figure pulled off the robes. He recognised the person from school. "Greengrass? Daphne Greengrass?"

"He killed my parents too, Harry. Please, let me help you! Help me."

"You were serious? About killing Voldemort?" he grunted.

"Yes. I've never been more serious about anything."

"What do I have to do?""

"Surrender your soul to me. Become a servant to me. You'll gain the protection of the ancient and most noble house of Greengrass, and a second chance at life. It'll heal your wounds, maybe even the years of malnutrition you've clearly suffered. Perhaps even your eyesight. Do you agree to these terms."

"Yes, I agree to those terms."

"Here we go. Are you ready, Harry?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Laborare Domina!" yelled Daphne. A bright white light filled the mausoleum, Daphne shielded her eyes. She heard the cracking and snapping of bones as they fixed themselves. As the light began to fade, she looked back to Harry. He was lying as he had been, though his clothes were now too small. Where before he had been roughly 5 and a half feet tall, he now appeared to be at least 6 foot tall. He was still thin, but appeared more filled out, his hair was longer, and healthier looking. His eyes snapped open. He noticed Daphne staring at him.

"Did it work?"

"Yes, it worked. Can you stand?"

"Yes, I think so." He nodded. Nonetheless, Daphne helped him to his feet. "I'm certainly taller."

"Yes, you look much healthier. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise for you."

"Perhaps. It also appears that I'll be needing new attire, befitting the servant of the house of Greengrass.". Harry waved his hand. His triwizard uniform was replaced with a black tailcoat, black trousers, black shoes, a grey double breasted waistcoat, white shirt and black tie. White gloves completed the outfit.

"Now then, miss." he said, bowing. "Shouldn't we be leaving?"

"Yes, I suppose so." nodded Daphne, looking over to the body of her father. Slowly, she approached him. Harry was at a loss for words. He had no clue of what to say next. Fortunately, Daphne saved him the effort. "He wasn't a good man. Nor a good father. He refused the Dark Lord's proposal out of fear, not out of any sense of moral righteousness.". The two stood in silence for a few moments, before Daphne spoke again. "It occurs to me, that you'll be needing a new name. It would be strange for Harry Potter to disappear and for me to suddenly emerge with a dark haired, green eyed butler."

"What would you like me to be called?" Harry asked, a little worried.

"Hmmm…. I think, yes. From now on, your name will be Sebastian."

"Very well, was that the name of your previous butler?"

"No. It was the name of my dog."

Daphne hadn't wanted to return to Greengrass Manor, but they had done so anyway. Currently, she was stood in the drawing room, looking around. "I never much cared for this manor." she sighed. "I had hoped to be rid of it. One day.". She turned to Sebastian who was stood in the doorway. "Sebastian, come in. We have much to discuss."

"I suppose we do." Sebastian nodded, walking over to her. Daphne took a seat in an armchair.

"From now on, you'll address me as 'mistress' or 'my lady', is that understood."

"Yes, young mistress."

"Young mistress? I like that even more. Now then, I need to think, fetch me some tea."

"Very well, young mistress, which kind would you prefer?"

"At this time of the day? What do you think?"

"Young mistress?"

"We'll need to work hard. Right now, you're no more a butler than I am the heir to the head of the house. We're merely actors." Daphne frowned. She stood up, and walked to the wide window, overlooking Greengrass Manors impressive gardens. "Sebastian, you have no choice but to follow every one of my orders exactly, correct?"

"That is correct, young mistress."

"Then I order you, become a butler that is truly worthy of serving the ancient and most noble house of Greengrass."

"Yes, my fair lady."

"I order you to serve me, and only me. Never betray me, never lie to me, and never harm me."

"Yes, my fair lady."

July 1995

Neither Daphne, nor Harry/Sebastian returned to Hogwarts for the rest of the school year. News of Lord Greengrass' murder, though the Daily Prophet reported it as a tragic accident, quickly spread and Daphne was excused for the rest of the year. Her grades were good enough that it wouldn't matter too much. Harry Potter on the other hand, was a different story. News of his disappearance spread like wildfire. Different stories seemed to appear everywhere, every other day. The Daily Prophet had speculated that he had been driven insane by the 'Boy-Who-Lived' hype and run away. Witch Weekly said that he was running away from angry lovers. The Quibbler even went as far to say that he was actually Heathcote Barbary, the rhythm guitarist from the Weird Sisters and he was currently on tour with the band. Daphne and Sebastian had been settling into their new roles as mistress and butler. Daphne had struggled at first to get to grips with everything. The idea of sitting at a desk and running a family, and settling her father's affairs with the Wizengamot had overwhelmed her at first, but Sebastian had helped her through it. He had shown her ways of thinking that a traditional pureblood wouldn't have thought of, and as such, she had gained a lot of respect and power on the Wizengamot. Sebastian had grown as a butler as well. He was already an exceptionally talented chef. Years of being treated as a slave by the Dursley family had seen to that. He was also proficient in cleaning as well. He had also discovered that he had been given more power by the 'Laborare Domina' spell. He was faster than the eye could see, stronger than his form let on, his patronus changed from a stag to a crow. He had even managed to attain his animagus form, also a crow. The powers didn't stop there. It seemed that he was able to conjure almost anything out of thin air. This included food, one of the five exceptions to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration.

Flashback

"Breakfast is served, young mistress."

"Sebastian, how did you make all of this?"

"I simply willed the ingredients into existence, and manipulated how I wanted them. Et, voila."

"Sebastian, you can't simply will food into existence. It's impossible."

"Is that so, young mistress?"

"Yes, it's completely goes against Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration. Are you telling me that it no longer applies to you?"

"Apparently so, young mistress."

"Well, don't advertise this fact in the future. We don't need people questioning why the laws of the Wizarding World don't apply to you."

"Indeed, I appear to be governed by a much stricter set of rules."

"I can hear you, Sebastian."

One afternoon in mid-August, Daphne was sat on the balcony of Greengrass Manor, enjoying lunch, and going over a couple of newspapers. "This paper seems to think Harry Potter is being held captive by a demon, and will soon demand payment in the form of blood." Daphne said, suppressing the urge to laugh.

"They're not entirely wrong, young mistress." Sebastian smirked.

"Oh shut up, you." she said, giving in to the urge and laughing at the ridiculousness of the story. "I'm no demon. You're more of a demon than I am." She turned to look at him. "Sebastian, are you happy?"

"Young mistress?"

"Are you happy? Being my butler? Do you want to be Harry again?"

"For now young mistress, I am simply, your butler."

"The day may come, that you have to choose if you are Harry, or Sebastian."

"Perhaps. But until then… More tea, young mistress?"

"What are we going to do?" asked Daphne. The petite blonde was sat at her desk, staring intently at the booklist for the coming school year.

"Whatever do you mean, young mistress?" replied Sebastian, placing a plate of her favourite chocolate cake on the desk.

"With me in school."

"Ah, you're wondering how I am to serve you when you're protected by the wards of Hogwarts?"

"Yes. They're supposed to be the oldest and most powerful in Britain, if not the world."

"I don't believe that will be a problem, young mistress."

"How so?"

"If you order me to breach the walls of Hogwarts, then I shall be able to."

"Really? You think that will work?"

"I am positive, young mistress."

"Sebastian, I order you to breach the walls of Hogwarts."

"Yes, my fair lady."

Sebastian disapparated. He felt his body hurtling towards Hogwarts. He hit the wards, and sailed through them effortlessly, landing in his old dorm at Hogwarts. It was the middle of the day, so he assumed that everyone was at class. He glanced around the room, feeling a slight sense of nostalgia. He noticed Hedwig was cooped up in her cage, glaring at him.

"Now, now, Hedwig. I wasn't the one who put you in there." he said, opening the cage door. Hedwig hopped out and stretched her wings. The snowy owl stared up at him. It seemed that she still recognised him. 'It must be the familiar bond.' he thought to himself. Not wanting to leave his oldest friend behind, Sebastian opened the window. "Go to Greengrass Manor, Hedwig.". The bird hooted once, and flew off, through the window, and into the distance.

Upon his return to Greengrass Manor, he was greeted by an irate Daphne. "Sebastian. What is this bird doing here?" The bird in question was currently perched on Daphne's head. Sebastian reached out his arm, and let Hedwig fly over to him, and perch on his arm.

"I didn't want to leave Hedwig behind, young mistress." explained Sebastian.

"She is a pretty bird." Daphne shrugged. "Very well, she can stay in the Owlery with my owl, Hermes. It's warm in there. But, you're feeding and cleaning them."

"Yes, young mistress."

"So, you managed to breach the wards of Hogwarts then."

"Yes, young mistress. It appears that this coming school year will not be a problem for you."

"Yes, now you can serve me effortlessly."

"As always, young mistress."

"Excellent. Your chocolate cake is much better than the one's those idiot elves make."