Chapter 8: The Butler, Betraying

"Sebastian?" asked Daphne, her voice quivering. "Sebastian, come on. Let's go home."

"My apologies, miss." the butler replied "But you are not my master, and my name, is Harry."

"No. Please. Sebastian! This isn't funny." she cried, tears spilling from her eyes. "You!" she yelled, rounding on Dumbledore. "What have you done to him?!"

"Nothing that you have not already done yourself." the headmaster replied.

"Sebastian! Please." Daphne cried again, tugging on his sleeve.

"He can't hear you." said Ron, a cruel smirk on his face. "He's our Harry again."

"Not quite Mr. Weasley." said Dumbledore "He will still be programmed to serve, but now, he will serve the light, rather than the dark."

"As long as the filthy snakes haven't got their fangs in him." shrugged Ron.

"Please, give him back to me!" begged Daphne, wrapping her arms around the butlers waist, and resting her head on his chest. "He's my butler, my friend, I need him, I lo-"

"That is quite enough, miss Greengrass." said Dumbledore, raising his hand. "Harry, could you show miss Greengrass out, please?"

"Of course, wise master." nodded Harry, disentangling himself from the petite blonde. "This way, if you please, miss Greengrass.". Harry opened the door.

"Oh, and Miss. Greengrass?" Dumbledore called. "You'll serve detention with Professor Potter tomorrow."

"Professor Potter?" asked Hermione incredulously.

"Yes, Professor Potter. He is after all exceptionally talented at Defence Against the Dark Arts. As such, he will be taking over from Dolores Umbridge."

"But, Professor, we can't just fire her." said Hermione

"Harry, please remove Dolores Umbridge from the building."

"Yes, wise master." Harry nodded, striding from the room. Daphne turned back to Dumbledore.

"You'll be sorry you crossed me, Albus Dumbledore." she spat.

"I doubt that, Miss. Greengrass. The light will always overcome the dark."

"We'll see."

The next evening, Daphne knocked on what was once Umbridge's office door. Now, the occupant was a tall, dark haired man, with brilliant green eyes. Her former butler opened the door, and smiled at her.

"Good evening Miss. Greengrass."

"Good evening, Sebas- Um, Professor Potter."

"Come in." Harry said, stepping aside. The Slytherin girl stepped into the office. Gone were the pink walls, kitten memorabilia, and frills. Instead, the office was scarcely decorated, with only a desk, chair, a portrait of a former headmaster she didn't recognise and the fireplace. She took a seat at the desk that was set out for her. Noticing the parchment, she figured that her punishment was writing lines. She reached into her bag for her quill, when Harry stopped her. "You won't be needing that."

"Am I not writing lines?"

"Oh yes, but the wise master was rather specific about the quill that you should use. So, he had me acquire this from Professor Umbridge." said Harry, handing her a long, black, very sharp quill.

"Is this..."

"Your writing utensil for the next few hours? Yes." Harry smiled "You will write 'I will not use dark magic on my fellow students.'. Two hours ought to do it.". Daphne began writing. As she began writing, the words began forming on the back of her hand. As she went on, the words cut deeper and deeper. Blood began freely flowing from the wounds. An hour into the punishment, Daphne looked up at Harry, tears in her eyes.

"Sebastian, please."

"You still have sixty minutes, Miss. Greengrass." Harry replied. Daphne choked back a sob. The former headmaster in his portrait got up and left, leaving the two of them truly alone.

An hour later, Daphne left the office, wrapping a bandage she'd conjured, around her hand. As she was walking down the stairs back to the Slytherin common room, she heard a giggle from behind her.

"Well, don't you look worse for wear.". Daphne spun round. Tracy Davis was stood, in her school uniform, as though nothing had ever happened.

"Tracy? What are you doing here?"

"I have some business here."

"Collecting souls?"

"Yep! What happened to you." she asked, nodding at Daphne's bandaged hand. "And where's your wretched butler?"

"Long story. Listen, I'm glad you're here. I need a favour."

There was no disputing Harry's worth as a teacher. Daphne had learnt more from his lessons, than she had in four and a half years worth of previous teachers. Currently, Harry was stood in his office, having just finished grading a few of the first years assignments. Suddenly, the door was thrown open and a small redheaded girl threw herself at him. "Harry! Harry! Harry! Harry! Harry!" Ginny cried. "I can't believe it's really you, I thought you'd been killed that night."

"Yes, Miss. Weasley. I'm here."

"Harry!" Sirius grinned, pulling his godson into a hug.

"Mr. Black. Are you okay to be here? What if someone see's you?"

"Don't worry about it." the marauder grinned "I know every secret passageway there is."

"Harry, dear. So glad to see that you're okay." Mrs Weasley said, pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. Though, I regret to inform you, I shall still be needing my ribcage."

"Oh, sorry dear." she said, releasing him. "I'm just so glad you're out of the clutches of the filthy snake.". Harry regarded her with a cold look.

"Indeed."

The fireplace roared into life. Green flames flickered in the grate, and Dumbledore's head became visible. "Harry, Molly, Sirius, come to my office now."

Daphne was once again sat in Professor Dumbledore's office. She sat looking into Dumbledore's blue eyes, wondering what the old fool was up to now. The headmaster had a look of false concern on his face. He stared at her, she could feel him probing her occlumency shields. The door opened and Harry, Sirius, Molly Weasley and her daughter, Ginny walked in.

"You asked to see us, wise master?"

"Yes, close the door behind you. Miss. Weasley, you may stay if you wish." nodded Dumbledore. "We are here regarding Miss. Greengrass' behaviour." He gave a deep sigh. "I'm sorry Miss. Greengrass, but after a week of punishments."

"Torture's more like it." Daphne muttered under her breath.

"But after a week of punishments, I've seen no improvement in your behaviour. I have no choice but to send you to Azkaban."

"What?" Daphne yelled. "You can't do that! I have the right to a fair trial!"

"I'm afraid the Greengrass family hold too much sway over the Wizengamot. You will be reprimanded to the care of the Dementor's."

"I get it." Daphne nodded. "I got to Azkaban, the Greengrass fortune goes to Astoria. She's too young though, so it defaults to Sebastian."

"It defaults to Harry." Dumbledore corrected.

"It'll never work." Daphne shrugged.

"I beg to differ." the Headmaster smiled. To the side, Sirius shifted uncomfortably.

"Albus, you can't do this. She's just a girl. She's sixteen for Merlin's sake." He whispered to Dumbledore.

"It is for the greater good, Sirius." the old man sighed.

"Sirius!" snapped Mrs. Weasley. "Don't question the headmaster!"

"This isn't right Molly. Look at her. She's tiny, young and she'll be torn apart by the Dementors!"

"Serves her right. For what she did to Harry." snapped Ginny. "And for being a filthy snake." she added.

"Enough of this pointless arguing. Harry! I order you to take Miss. Greengrass to Azkaban!" said Dumbledore. Harry stepped over to Daphne. The petite Slytherin didn't look the least bit concerned. She looked up at the dark haired man and smiled.

"Sebastian. This is an order. Kill Albus Dumbledore." she said. The dark haired man stopped, and bowed before her.

"Yes, my fair lady."