A/N: Well folks, I hinted at it in earlier author notes, and a few readers caught it… My wife and I are expecting, and we are having a baby girl. Our world is changing for the better, and we are both so very excited.
I've found it extremely difficult to focus on a fantasy world, albeit well-established by an author who is far more talented than myself, when my own world has so much change ongoing. At one point while writing, I carried a 7 chapter buffer to Giving Up. Sadly, that has been consumed and I only have roughly 2500 words written on Chapter 31.
I'm not going to be one of those authors who says, "I will finish this!"
The reality is I can't – and won't – make that promise to readers. Writing has always been a hobby of mine, and like all hobbies, they can change and fall to the wayside as the waves of life crash against our shores. Maybe I'll finish Giving Up one day, and maybe I won't.
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Chapter 30
March 23, 1997 (Romania – Unknown Location – Midday)
Harry and Fawkes appeared in a flash of phoenix fire on the ridge of a mountain that stood slightly taller than the rest. Fawkes settled atop Harry's shoulder, flapping his wings slightly to steady himself. Harry looked around with a befuddled expression.
"Are you sure this is the right location?" Harry questioned Fawkes with a raised eyebrow. "I mean, I know the address wasn't all that specific, just stating the Carpathian Mountains…" Harry trailed off when he heard a roar that reverberated off the stones.
Fawkes chirped and preened.
"Yeah, yeah," Harry grunted. "You're very smart. Which way?"
Fawkes gave Harry the phoenix equivalent of a shrug. Harry balked in dismay.
"Really?" he groused. "You don't know which way?"
Fawkes shook his head.
"Mother of Merlin!" Harry rolled his eyes, his mind racing as he debated how to locate or attract a Hungarian Horntail who might be holding a grudge against him.
The easiest way is to simply bait her out and pray she'll be willing to talk, Harry mused. Why Charlie Weasley felt it was 'inhumane' to keep Khisanth on a reserve is beyond me. Yeah, sure, she had some external influences from a Dark Arts rune that may have made an already temperamental dragon even more, uh, temperamental…
He shook his head to clear his mind and glanced at Fawkes, shrugging his shoulder slightly to get the bird's attention. "You got enough juice to get us out of here if Khisanth rages or wants to play a little bit too rough?"
Fawkes squawked as if affronted.
"Oh, don't give me that," Harry scowled. "If I had a galleon for every time you've combusted at an inopportune time…"
Fawkes just stared him down.
"Yeah, okay," Harry admitted sheepishly. "If I offset said galleon with how many times you've saved my life, I'd have like… five galleons."
Fawkes blinked.
"Three galleons."
Fawkes squawked.
"Two galleons?"
Satisfied, Fawkes nuzzled Harry's cheek.
I am going barmy, Harry thought amusedly. I'm about to royally piss off a Hungarian Horntail on her own turf and I'm talking to a bird that may or may not understand me perfectly… And apparently is capable of elementary math. Oh, that's an interesting experiment! I should create a worksheet and see if Fawkes can…
"Ah, there's my Ravenclaw blood working overtime once again," Harry chortled to himself. "Well, no use delaying the inevitable." He flicked his wrist, sending the Elder Wand into his hand and immediately fired off a silent bolt of light that made quick a ruckus in the relatively clear sky.
The answering roar indicated that Khisanth – at least he assumed, and hoped it was Khisanth – was not impressed with said ruckus. The dragon burst from a low-handing cloud in all her sleek midnight black scaled, spiky, club-tailed glory. If possible, she looked bigger and more deadly than when he had faced her during the first task.
Whoa… It's no wonder why they don't let these things free range! What has she been eating? Sheep? Goats? People? Merlin, I hope it isn't people. Otherwise, we may have an issue larger than the one we're about to deal with, which is if this beast is hungry and recognizes-
Khisanth let out an ear-shattering roar that was echoed by Fawkes, only the phoenix's sounded much more shrill and less threatening.
"I think she recognizes us," Harry stage-whispered to Fawkes.
Fawkes cocked his head to the side curiously. Khisanth flapped her wings a few times and made to land several feet away, but well within fire-breathing distance, from the two. Harry suppressed an involuntary shudder as he stared into the red eyes of what was universally believed to be the most lethal dragon species alive.
"Afternoon, Khisanth," Harry greeted in parseltongue.
"The True Speaker," Khisanth hissed in a soft voice, layered with both distrust and killing intent.
"Last time our discussion was interrupted," Harry offered as Fawkes lazily nibbled at his plumage.
A rumble deep in the dragon's throat, likely a growl of acquiescence, echoed around Harry. Khisanth took a heaving breath and exhaled, the volume of air rustling Harry's robes.
"I will admit I was caught off guard," Khisanth grumbled. "It is rare for such magic to be effective against our kind."
Harry nodded, not wanting to remind the dragon of her shame at having been controlled by a rune. Dragons were, from what he'd read in Castle Ravenclaw, proud creatures who believed themselves to be the apex predators. Standing before Khisanth once more, Harry found that a fair description, and agreed that they had a right to be prideful.
Harry cleared his throat nervously. "So, I stopped by to speak with you regarding accessing an ancient magical site that appears to require, erm, Arthurian Magic."
Khisanth snorted. "And my kind are the only ones remaining with ties to this magic."
"So it would seem."
"You intrigue me, Speaker," Khisanth admitted as she lowered her head to stare directly into his eyes. Harry withheld a gulp as his mind connected that she could easily clear the distance between the two of them in a single bound. The need to inhale to breathe fire at least gave Harry a couple of seconds to react and conjure water.
If she jumps, however… Harry thought warily. Well, I hope Fawkes can react quick enough, or else he's going to need a new buddy to hang around.
"My services come at a price," Khisanth hissed.
Harry released a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. "Name it."
Khisanth shook her head. "First, you will tell me the name of this site you seek."
"Castle Peverell."
Khisanth's eyes widened. "That name has direct ties to Merlin."
Harry blinked. "It is known as an ancient family in Wizarding Britain, as are the Potters, Blacks, Slytherins, Ravenclaws…" he trailed off. "In other words, aren't all families inadvertently directly tied to Merlin?"
"You misunderstand, whelpling," Khisanth exhaled a small plume of smoke. "According to draconian lore, the Peverell family can trace its lineage directly to Merlin's heirs."
Harry groaned. "I don't want another Lordship."
Khisanth laughed, the sound shaking the ground and nearly causing Harry to stumble. "The bloodline of Merlin has been diluted over centuries. None could claim a direct heritage to his name and live. No, I merely speak in regard to the Peverell family as being…intriguing even in our own kind's histories. Not many of your kind delve into the mysteries of death."
"Then I suppose it makes sense that Castle Peverell would require Arthurian Magic to unlock," Harry replied softly. "Does this mean you will help me?"
"I am willing to negotiate," Khisanth said with a smile that showed rows upon rows of poisonous, sharp teeth.
Harry shuddered and Fawkes cooed softly.
-GU-
April 1, 1997 (Hogwarts – Afternoon)
Daphne sat on the bleachers on the quidditch pitch as Astoria – and by proxy Sasha – flew around seeking the snitch. It was a practice day for the Gryffindor team, and Daphne spent half her time reading Snape's old textbook and the other half observing Astoria smiling as she zipped around the field.
I'm dreading this conversation, Daphne thought sadly. But it's for the best. Astoria deserves to have all the happiness in the world, and I know I'm doing little to contribute to that.
She took a glance around her, noting how there was a near comical bubble around her of empty stands. Daphne felt a strong empathy with how isolated and lonely Harry must have felt during his years at Hogwarts. It was staggering how vindictive Wizarding Britain could be.
And astounding how swiftly public opinion can be swayed, Daphne told herself. I wonder if there is some enchantment on the Daily Prophet that makes its readers more malleable to propaganda?
Daphne snorted and closed her book, placing it gently in her bag as she noticed the practice wrapping up. Astoria waved cheerfully at her from the huddle, and Daphne returned it with a half-smile, knowing that her baby sister would join her shortly so they could talk.
Or are people simply that dumb? Daphne wondered.
She did not have time to explore that train of thought further as Astoria hopped atop her broom and darted Daphne's way. Astoria had a breathless, windswept, beautiful smile alighting on her face as she dismounted and plopped down next to Daphne. Daphne felt her heart swell with joy seeing her sister so vibrant and healthy.
I can never repay Harry for healing Astoria, she thought.
Astoria absently stroked Sasha's snout and brushed her hair behind her ears with her free hand, causing the basilisk to purr contentedly. Daphne had observed that Sasha really enjoyed flying, and really enjoyed quidditch. The 'Queen of Serpents' took a certain pride in petrifying incoming bludgers that threatened to hurt Astoria.
Morgana help the Quidditch League if Astoria decides to play professionally, and Sasha hangs around… Daphne thought amusedly. Maybe Sasha likes it so much because she thinks she can fight Fawkes on his own turf?
"You okay, Daffy?" Astoria poked Daphne in the ribs, causing the girl to wince.
"Just thinking about why Sasha enjoys flying so much," Daphne shook her head and blinked several times to clear her mind.
"Oh, that's easy," Astoria giggled. "Sasha is 'training' for when she sees Fawkes again."
Sasha hissed with pleasure, playfully baring her fangs.
"See?" Astoria smirked mischievously. "Fawkes won't know what hit him!"
Nor will Harry, for that matter, Daphne thought dryly.
"But you didn't come here to talk about quidditch or Sasha," Astoria said knowingly as she leaned back against the bleacher behind her and blew a stray strand of hair from her eyes.
"No, I didn't," Daphne agreed softly. "I came here to talk to you about next year."
"Going to be busier than ever with the NEWTS?"
"Not exactly."
Astoria sat up suddenly and rounded on Daphne. "What?"
"I'm taking my NEWTS with the seventh years, Tori," Daphne explained.
Astoria snorted and rolled her eyes. "Duh. Every seventh year takes their NEWTS, Daph."
"This year," Daphne clarified patiently.
Astoria opened her mouth and hesitated, her eyes widening as they began welling with tears. "No," she spoke in a watery voice. "You can't, Daph."
"We both know it's for the best, Tori," Daphne said gently. "You don't need me here anchoring your enjoyment and experiences."
"You are not an anchor!" Astoria said savagely. "And if anyone is telling you that I'll end them!"
Sasha hissed dangerously in agreement.
Daphne smiled, her own eyes wet. "I love you, baby sister."
"Then why are you leaving me?" Astoria asked in a small voice, clearly hurt.
"I'm going to get all seven of my NEWTS and then apply to be an auror," Daphne revealed. "I want to make a difference in this messed up world."
Astoria was silent.
"And I want to ensure there's never another case like Harry," Daphne admitted.
"Or yourself," Astoria said fiercely.
"Or myself," Daphne parroted with an acquiescing nod.
"Will-" Astoria swallowed heavily. "Will I still see you?"
"I won't be able to visit regularly," Daphne tenderly grabbed Astoria's hand. "But I will come visit on Hogsmeade weekends as my schedule allows. We can also keep in touch through letters, of course."
"You promise?" Astoria irritably wiped away tears that escaped her eyes.
Daphne embraced Astoria firmly. "I promise, my beloved sister."
Astoria sniffled. "I'm selfish, Daffy. I don't want you to go."
Daphne laughed lightly. "And you're used to getting your way."
"Well, yeah," Astoria scoffed and rubbed her eyes. "I'm mom's favorite."
"I know," Daphne smiled wistfully. "But this time, you won't get your way, Tori."
Astoria sobbed and worked to compose herself.
"This isn't goodbye," Daphne assured. "I'm simply moving on with my life. I have to-" her voice cracked as she choked on a sudden wave of emotion. "Staying here isn't healthy for me."
Astoria nodded and rubbed her eyes. "I know, but I hate it," she admitted. "I wish there was more I could do to make you feel welcome here."
Daphne shrugged. "I was hardly welcomed before," she pointed a thumb at herself. "Ice Queen and all, you know?"
"I guess that's true."
"I love you so much, Daffy," Astoria said in a timid voice. "You aren't going to lose yourself in your work, are you?"
"What do you mean?" Daphne cocked her head to the side quizzically.
Astoria gestured toward the castle which was casting shadows across the pitch as the sun began to set behind it. "All you do here is study and work on your binder." She held out her hands defensively. "Which is fine, don't get me wrong. But you have a support network here."
Daphne motioned for Astoria to continue.
"Out there, in the real world, you won't have immediate access to us," Astoria twiddled her thumbs nervously. "I want to make sure you have something more than just working and collecting those heinous Skeeter articles."
"I understand," Daphne gave Astoria a comforting smile. "It should please you then, dear sister, to know that I intend to begin looking for Harry."
Astoria's eyebrows disappeared into her hairline. "Really?" she gasped.
"Really," Daphne affirmed. "It will be a welcome distraction to prevent me from becoming obsessed with my career, while also allowing me to travel various places as I search."
Astoria hummed. "Any idea where you're going to start?"
"Not here," Daphne shrugged and chuckled. "I believe Harry will not return to Wizarding Britain unless absolutely necessary."
Astoria half-smiled, sniffled, and nestled into Daphne's side. Daphne draped an arm around her baby sister and pulled her into a side hug, the two content to bask in each other's company and watch the sun set. After nearly half an hour, when night was beginning to fall, Astoria finally detached.
"I hope you find him, Daph," she said resolutely.
Daphne appeared surprised. "You do?"
Astoria shot her older sister a confused expression. "Uh, yes? Why wouldn't I?"
Daphne began fidgeting. "I- I just thought…" she sighed. "I thought you maybe felt it was a bad idea to keep pursuing Harry."
"I think it's a bad idea to hinge your own self-forgiveness on finding Harry," Astoria said gently.
"Oh."
"But I do really hope you find him," Astoria assured. "I still believe you can have a happily ever after, Daffy."
Daphne choked back a sudden sob that escaped her. "R-Really?"
"Harry loves you," Astoria stared off in the distance, clearly replaying a memory in her mind. "I asked him if he still loved you just before he left that night."
Daphne straightened. Astoria had never told her that. "Wh- What did he say?"
"He told me goodbye," Astoria shook her head.
"O-Oh," Daphne deflated.
"He didn't say he didn't, Daph."
"He didn't say he did, Tori," Daphne countered.
"But we already knew he did from the memories," Astoria pointed out stubbornly. "By not denying he still loved you, he inadvertently admitted that he still has feelings for you." She giggled. "Even if he may not realize that it may have been a subconscious reaction to the question."
Daphne wore a toothless smile. "That sounds too good to be true."
Astoria hummed in agreement. "Maybe. Who knows?" She stood and dusted off her quidditch pants. "I'm going to get out of this gear and take a shower. I'm starting to crust."
"Gross!" Daphne squealed.
"But I need a hug before I go," Astoria smiled mischievously as she held her arms open wide.
"Oh no! Don't you dare, Astoria Greengrass!"
"But I want a hug, Daffy!" Astoria mock whined.
"After you bathe!" Daphne scrunched her nose in disgust. "You smell like one of those crumple horned snorcacks The Quibbler always talks about!"
Astoria snorted and suddenly looked contemplative, but Daphne was too busy playfully holding her younger sister at arm's length to notice it. Daphne's eyes widened when she heard a tinkling sound and felt something cold placed in her hand. She looked down and gasped, her mouth falling open in shock.
"T-Tori! I- I can't accept-"
"It's yours, Daffy," Astoria said firmly. "It always was. You simply loaned it to me for safekeeping, yeah?"
Daphne shook her head and said in a thick voice, "I don't deserve this bracelet."
"Find Harry," Astoria forced Daphne's hand closed. "Go be the best auror the DMLE has ever seen and, Morgana willing, you'll fill this bracelet with hundreds of charms because Harry will be buying them for you."
Daphne's composure shattered as she shot to her feet and slung her arms around her sister.
"I'll miss you, Tori!" Daphne croaked.
"I'll miss you too," Astoria said huskily. "But we still have the rest of this term."
Daphne nodded silently.
"Besides, I thought you said I reek?" Astoria cheekily reminded her sister.
"Ugh! You smell awful!" Daphne bemoaned but refused to release her baby sister.
"Okay, seriously," Astoria deadpanned. "My knickers are going to crawl away if I don't get out of them."
"That's disgusting, Tori!"
-GU-
May 4, 1997 (Britain – Caerleon – Midnight)
"It still creeps me out that you can assume a human form," Harry said with an involuntary shudder in his tone as he eyed the transformed Khisanth standing beside him.
The midnight black haired, seven foot tall, devastatingly beautiful woman, with unnerving blood red irises, shot a raised eyebrow at Harry, looking utterly unamused.
"I would imagine most of your kind would find me…exotic in this form," Khisanth said in a sickly sweet, high-pitched voice.
Harry shuddered once more. He knew that underneath all that milky white skin and sleek midnight black hair was a bloody monstrous dragon ready to pulverize him should he agitate her. He averted his eyes from the very provocative dress she had transfigured herself – wandlessly, he noted – and looked around the ruins once more.
"Yeah, you're pretty and all," Harry admitted in a higher-pitched voice that forced him to clear his throat. "It's just… If you can transform into a human, why did we have to converse in parseltongue?" He blinked. "And how does the Wizarding world not know you can do this?"
"It is only when we reflect on our roots and delve into Arthurian Magic that we remember this ability," Khisanth said as if she were observing the sky was blue. "Our kind are born into captivity. I was only freed by the good graces of the red-haired weasel, who I understand was thoroughly chastened for his actions."
Hopefully not too badly, Harry thought. Charlie did me a huge favor by getting me in touch with Khisanth. Then again, it's not like I'm going to rat him out to the Ministry for withholding evidence on Khisanth's location.
Harry suppressed a snarl.
I really am sick of being in this Gods-forsaken country. Hopefully, this is the last time I come here.
He snorted, causing Khisanth to glance at him in confusion.
Who am I kidding? I'll be back, I'm sure… Something will come up, or Papa Sal or Mama Claw will remember something mystical and fantastic that I will be forced to explore. Curse my Ravenclaw blood!
"You guys are awfully quiet," Harry observed wryly.
The portraits of Salazar, Rowena, and Arcturus were all gawking at Khisanth.
"Merlin's beard!" Salazar whistled. "I thought I had delved into magics far beyond the pale! Never, in all my years, did I think dragons could assume our form!"
"Magnificent," Rowena managed to utter. "I would love to converse with you later, Lady Khisanth."
"There is rarely a dull moment with you, boy," Arcturus managed to choke out. "If only Charlus were here to see this."
Fawkes squawked and hopped from Harry's shoulder to land atop Khisanth's head. Harry prepared to thoroughly scold the phoenix when Khisanth barked out a deep, rumbling laugh that bellied her lithe form.
"This one is quite brazen," Khisanth observed with a shake of her head and knowing grin.
Fawkes chirped.
"He's his own bird," Harry assured defensively, still unnerved by Khisanth being so close and looking so, uh, alluring.
Thank Merlin she didn't go blonde, Harry thought in relief. I wouldn't have survived. Curse my attraction to blondes! He banished the image of sapphire blue eyes before it could materialize into a face that was beginning to haunt his dreams of late.
"That is certain," Khisanth chuckled. "Even draconian lore does not document the origin of phoenixes."
"They predate you?" Rowena blurted, flushing slightly at her impropriety.
"Indeed," Khisanth nodded as Fawkes lazily flapped his wings and began flying circles above the group, singing a light song. "They are mythical beings, beyond our understanding. To have the loyalty of one, even briefly, is an honor beyond comprehension."
"Dobby enjoys it when Fawkes sings," the house-elf said solemnly, his tennis ball sized eyes shining in the moonlight.
"My payment awaits within," Khisanth said without any malice. "Let us hasten our work here."
"Oh, uh, right," Harry nodded before hesitating slightly. "Uh, you're sure this is where it is?"
Khisanth nodded a single time.
"It's just, this is really obvious, isn't it?" Harry scratched the back of his neck nervously.
"Sometimes the best things are hidden in plain sight," Khisanth replied. "Come. It is time to begin."
"Understood," Harry flicked the Elder Wand into his hand. "Oi, Fawkes! Time to work!"
Fawkes screeched and dove, landing atop Harry's shoulder.
"Take what magic you need," Harry said to Dobby, reaching out his hand which Dobby clasped with his own. He immediately felt the pull on his core, magic leaving through their joined hands and his shoulder.
Harry glanced at Fawkes with a raised eyebrow. "Delaying burning day, buddy?"
Fawkes squawked and nodded, causing Harry to chuckle. The two finished and Fawkes landed atop Dobby's head, vanishing in a flash of fire.
Khisanth hummed in thought, stroking her chin as she observed Harry.
"What?" Harry asked, looking over his shoulders and inspecting his appearance.
"I was under the assumption you carried the necessary magic to complete the revealing ritual," Khisanth stated in disappointment. "Your end will be most unpleasant if I find you do not," she promised.
"Oh, that," Harry waved away the threat with a nervous chuckle, ignoring the fact that he'd broken into a full body sweat. "I do, I just don't want to exhaust myself and pass out with a, no offense intended, temperamental dragon near me." He paused a second before adding. "Human form or not."
"It seems you are wiser than I first believed," Khisanth laughed softly.
"I'll take that compliment," Harry smirked. "No, my companions have gone to retrieve the final member of our party, who will help me simplify this process, and not require a massive drain on my magical reserves."
Khisanth raised a disbelieving eyebrow, "Indeed?"
There was a rather alarming CRACK! and a thunderous screech that echoed through the sky, followed by a fiery screech. Khisanth smirked, clearly impressed, and appraised Harry for several seconds.
"You surprise me, whelpling," Khisanth admitted. "Your ingenuity is to be commended."
"Thank you and you're welcome," Rowena sang teasingly.
"Yeah, yeah," Harry snorted as he watched ominous storm clouds begin to form. "I take it you don't mind getting wet?" Harry questioned his draconic companion.
Khisanth scoffed as if affronted. "Just keep your paws to yourself when this dress starts to cling, whelpling."
"No worries there," Harry muttered as lightning flashed in the sky, illuminating the silhouette of Sparky.
"You remember the incantation?" Khisanth questioned.
"I do indeed, my Lady," Harry said solemnly. "Just waiting for Sparky to give the sig-"
A bright flash of lightning and an ear-shattering boom of thunder preceded the deluge of rain that followed. Thoroughly soaked, Harry aimed his wand at Sparky, remembering what he had read in fascination years ago when first introduced to Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander.
To think I get to experience this… Harry marveled internally, feeling his heart clench painfully. I won't deny a part of me wishes I could share it with another person.
Gathering his magic, Harry channeled it into the Elder Wand before shooting a crimson red beam into the storm clouds, where it connected with Sparky who began to disperse it into the storm he had created. As red rain began to fall, Harry began calling out the incantation while Rowena, Arcturus, Salazar, Dobby and even Khisanth observed with fascination.
As the first of Castle Peverell's turrets began to appear, Harry felt a rush of adrenaline at the adventure and discovery he was undertaking. This place predated even the Founders themselves, and he would be the first to set foot within its hallowed halls in millennia.
An eager grin split his features, even as the sweat poured from his body, mingling with his rain-soaked clothing. Beside him, Khisanth's eyes flashed, and she gave an unnaturally toothy grin. She could feel the magic thrumming in the air, both ancient and primal.
This human interests me greatly, the dragon admitted to herself.
-GU-
June 16, 1997 (Hogwarts – Morning)
Daphne woke up early and dressed after her morning ablutions, triple checking her appearance in the mirror. Once satisfied, she crept out of her dormitory and exited the Slytherin common room. She shivered and drew her robes tight around her at the morning chill as she made her way from the dungeons to the Great Hall.
A quick inspection showed her intended target was not present, and so she continued up the stairs at a brisk pace, ignoring those few students who were up at such an early hour. Once on the seventh floor, Daphne approached the gargoyle, uttered the password, and entered the Headmistress's office.
Minerva was having a morning cup of tea, reading over a document. She didn't bat an eyelash when Daphne entered.
"Good morning, Daphne," Minerva smiled over her teacup.
"Good morning, Minerva," Daphne greeted.
"You are set on this course of action?" Minerva questioned.
"I am," Daphne nodded emphatically.
Minerva sighed and flipped the document she was holding, showing it had been stamped approved. "Then your petition to test out of your seventh year by taking your NEWTS a year early has been approved." Her warm smile faltered. "Although I will selfishly admit I will miss you terribly, my dear."
Daphne bit back her excitement, her own joy mixing with a tad of melancholy. "I'll miss you too, Minerva," Daphne whispered. "I can never thank you for all you have done for myself and Tori."
"I was happy to help," Minerva said, dabbing at her eyes.
"And I'm sure you can invite me for a cup of tea on occasion…" Daphne trailed off, twiddling her thumbs.
"Oh, that goes without question, dear," Minerva said sternly. "I expect you here every other week so we can catch up."
"I could also help you grade papers," Daphne giggled.
Minerva rolled her eyes. "If you wish," she said with a mock sigh. "I swear, Horace pitched a fit when he found out I approved your petition. You have made quite the impression on our staff, Daphne."
She blushed beneath the praise. "Th- Thank you."
"Go eat a healthy breakfast," Minerva shooed her away. "You need to be well-fed and alert for today. After all, the first round of tests begins in just a few hours."
Daphne gave a slight curtsey, "Thank you, Headmistress." She stood and found herself enveloped in a warm hug which she reciprocated instantly.
"Good luck, Daphne," Minerva whispered in watery voice.
"Thank you, Minerva," Daphne said in an equally husky tone before she detached and hurriedly left the office, lest her composure shatter.
Minerva watched her go before offering a silent prayer to Morgana that Daphne would be protected and successful with her aspirations and dreams. Then she dutifully returned to her desk and began grading papers once more, thoroughly debating if she should hire a Transfiguration professor for next year.
-GU-
June 30, 1997 (Hogsmeade – Morning)
"You can always come home with me," Astoria offered nervously. "I know you're not fond of Greengrass Manor, but mum and I would love you to come home, Daffy."
"You know I can't," Daphne said with a sad smile. "Too many painful memories, Tori."
"Okay," Astoria sighed. "But where will you be staying?"
"I'm going to stay with Andi until I get my NEWT results," Daphne replied.
"Not going to look for Harry?" Astoria asked with a cheeky grin.
"Maybe a little," Daphne shrugged, coloring slightly. "I want to get my auror application filled out first, so I can submit it the same day the results come."
"Smart," Astoria nodded as the Hogwarts Express whistled, indicating final boarding. "Well, this is me," she said.
"Yeah," Daphne's eyes began watering and her lip quivered.
Astoria wasn't any better off, and the two girls hurriedly embraced for the nth time.
"I love you, Daffy," Astoria said harshly. "Don't ever forget that. And don't ever forget your promise to me!"
"I won't," Daphne responded. "I'll keep living, just like I promised. I love you, Tori."
The Hogwarts Express began moving slowly and Daphne gently pushed Astoria in its direction. "Go home, Tori," Daphne encouraged. "I'll be in touch. You don't have to worry about that!"
"You better!" Astoria said, choking back tears as she hopped onto the train and stood at the doorway waving at her older sister. Sasha, wrapped around Astoria's torso and resting her head atop her shoulder, lifted her head and hissed what must have been a goodbye.
Daphne stayed on the Hogsmeade platform and waved until the Express was out of sight. Then, with a heaving sigh, she made her way to The Three Broomsticks. She couldn't legally apparate until seventeen, so she was forced to travel to the Tonks' residence via the floo network.
She hesitated as she approached the establishment, seeing a very familiar bench where her and Harry almost shared their first kiss. Memories assaulted her and Daphne turned from the spot, absently walking away so she could gather herself. She didn't want Andi to worry about her, after all.
Her feet took her to the last place she wanted to go: just outside the shrieking shack. Daphne gasped as her brain caught up to her eyes and she realized she was standing in the exact spot she and Harry had first kissed. Her lips tingled at the memory, and she reached up to touch them with her hand as tears formed in her eyes.
Daphne gazed at the dilapidated Shrieking Shack and felt a heavy sorrow enter her heart as she remembered the large black dog who was Sirius Black that had watched over them during their first date. A warm breeze blew through the area, sending strands of Daphne's golden blonde hair into her eyes which she calmly brushed behind her ear.
How much has changed since that time, Daphne thought. It's been almost two years… Yet, it feels so much longer to me. She shuffled her weight from foot to foot, half expecting to hear snow crunching underfoot, so lost was she in her memories.
I'm going to find you one day, Harry Potter, Daphne told herself determinedly. Astoria's right – It's going to be okay. I have to believe that.
Resolved, Daphne turned from a place that she considered to be one of the turning points in her life and made her way to The Three Broomsticks. Pointedly ignoring the bench outside, Daphne pushed open the door and entered, finding the main room surprisingly empty.
"I'll be right with you!" a voice Daphne recognized as Madam Rosmerta called from the kitchen. "Have a seat wherever you please!"
Daphne hesitated, debating if she should stay or if it would be better to move along. The last time she had conversed with Madam Rosmerta had been when she was on her date with Harry.
No risk, no reward, Daphne told herself and took a seat at the nearest table.
The busty woman appeared shortly after Daphne got situated. "What'll it be dea-oh!"
Daphne instinctively flinched as Madam Rosmerta imitated a fish for several seconds before turning on her heel and vanishing back into the kitchen. Heaving a forlorn sigh from the very tips of her toes, Daphne stood, carefully slid the chair back under the table, and trudged over to the public floo.
"Daphne?" a voice called.
Daphne stiffened and turned, her watery eyes wide with shock. Madam Rosmerta was looking at her with a concerned expression, two butterbeers in her hands. She was seated at the same table Daphne had sat at, now looking at the girl expectantly. Baffled, Daphne robotically returned to the table and sat.
Madam Rosmerta slid the opened butterbeer, ice cold, over to Daphne who automatically accepted it but did not take a drink, too stunned that Rosmerta appeared to want to converse with her.
"Ugly business, all that has happened," Rosmerta said quietly, sighing gently. "How are you holding up, dear?"
A tear fell down Daphne's cheek, splashing on the well-worn and weathered table. For the first time in almost two years, a stranger was being nice and seemed genuinely concerned with how she was doing. She opened her mouth to answer, but a whimper escaped instead of words.
As the tenuous hold on her emotions began to unravel, Daphne truly felt that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance she could live a normal life in Wizarding Britain, free from prejudice and scorn.
-GU-
July 1, 1997 (Castle Peverell – Midday)
Harry groaned as he leaned back and cracked his back before moving to his neck. It had been an absolute slog dismantling the various traps, wards, and enchantments that promised horrible consequences to intruders. So far, they had managed to secure two rooms out of the currently unknown number of rooms in the ancient Peverell abode.
Initially, Harry believed a combination of Wizard, House-elf, and Draconic magic would make short work of the protections around the place. How wrong he was. He sighed as he cast a Tempus spell and sunk into a nearby ancient chair that they had exhumed from the first room they unlocked.
A bloody storage room, Harry thought irritably.
Khisanth sat on the stone floor of the current room they were in, a waiting room of sorts. Her back was against the wall and her eyes closed, causing Harry to assume she was sleeping. As if on cue, her eyes opened, revealing those haunting red irises which regarded Harry with a calculating edge.
"I think a break is in order," Harry said wearily. "We've been working on this for just shy of two months."
Khisanth released a heavy sigh, a small plume of smoke escaping her nostrils, despite being in her human form. "Agreed, I too tire of this place."
"It's almost the American Independence Day," Harry informed with a chuckle. "Don't suppose you would want to join me in seeing fireworks?"
Khisanth cocked her head to the side. "What are fireworks?"
Harry blinked. "You don't know what fireworks are?" he asked incredulously.
"If I knew, I would not have asked, whelpling," Khisanth deadpanned.
"That settles it," Harry stood and clapped his hands together. "We're going to America for a mini vacation. Then we'll return to this- this-" he waved at the room.
"Catastrophe?" Khisanth offered.
"Yeah, that," Harry grunted. "Oi! Fawkes!" Harry bellowed as he left the room. "It's not like he can be far off, seeing as how we've only unlocked two bloody rooms!"
There was a mocking squawk.
"Don't sass me, Fawkes!" Harry scolded.
"He's quite animated," Rowena giggled to the dragon.
"He is intriguing," Khisanth admitted.
"That's my Heir!" Salazar boasted, proudly stroking his beard.
"Erm, isn't he all of our heirs?" Arcturus questioned with a raised eyebrow.
Harry reappeared with Fawkes atop his shoulder. He poked the phoenix, who squawked and acted as if he had been wounded, prompting a snort from Khisanth as she stood to her full height.
"You're taking us this time," Harry muttered to the phoenix. "Dobby had to bring Sparky here and return him to Arizona. He gets a break."
Fawkes chirped in protest.
"I don't care ifit was two months ago!" Harry countered. "It's your turn!"
"Dobby can take Master Harry and the scary Dragon Lady!" Dobby assured, hopping around Harry exuberantly.
Fawkes squawked in agreement.
"You just want to see Sparky when we get there," Harry grumbled.
Fawkes preened.
"He'll ruin the fireworks!" Harry groaned.
"I would be most displeased if that occurred," Khisanth cautioned. "I do not appreciate my valuable time being wasted."
Fawkes stared at the dragon before nodding once.
"Oh sure, listen to the Dragon Lady," Harry rolled his eyes as he grabbed Dobby's hand after the house-elf had gathered the portraits. His other hand grasped the blazing hot hand of Khisanth and, in a flash of phoenix fire, the group disappeared.
-GU-
July 5, 1997 (Tonks Family Residence – Morning)
"Whatcha doing there, Blondie?" Tonks questioned as she poked her head into Daphne's room, noticing the girl sitting atop her bed with numerous documents strewn about. "Trial files stuff?"
Daphne shook her head as she chewed on the end of a sugar quill.
"Little early for those, yeah?" Tonks raised an eyebrow as she indicated the sweet treat.
Daphne shrugged. "I'm getting ready to fill out all these applications," she gestured to the whirlwind of paper around her.
"Applications?" Tonks echoed. "Why?"
"Well, I compiled a listing of every job within the Ministry that involved the NEWTS I'm hoping I earned," Daphne explained as she began filling out a form.
"But I thought you wanted to be an auror?" Tonks questioned her best friend.
"I do," Daphne assured. "But-" she hesitated, suddenly nervous.
Tonks understood and gave a solemn nod. "You're planning for if your application gets denied."
"Well, yeah," Daphne said sheepishly. "Hope for the best-"
"Plan for the worst," Tonks finished as she shuffled some papers around to create a space for her to sit next to Daphne. "You know, Blondie, you're going to get the job."
"I am?"
"Yep."
"How do you know that?" Daphne pressed.
"I just do," Tonks grinned. "You're due for some good luck, ya know?"
Daphne giggled and shook her head. "That would be a welcome change."
Tonks hummed and began filling out a separate application. "International Import and Customs Specialist?" Tonks raised an eyebrow as she read off the title.
"For magical plants," Daphne explained.
"Ah," Tonks gave a dumbfounded nod. "I'll do my best to help."
"Thank you, Dora," Daphne whispered with a smile. "It means a lot that you're my friend."
"Best friend," Tonks emphasized.
"Yeah, my best friend," Daphne giggled.
"Just promise me you won't get all uppity and boring and walk around with a proverbial stick up your arse if you have to take one of these jobs," Tonks grumbled.
Daphne gave a very un-ladylike snort. "I promise."
Tonks stiffened, causing Daphne to glance over at her. "I just realized you aren't submitting any of these yet."
Daphne looked confused. "I can't until I get my results."
"Yeah, I'm just now realizing that," Tonks whined.
"It's best to be prepared!" Daphne huffed. "Besides, I helped you grade homework all year. You owe me!"
"Whatever, Blondie," Tonks muttered but grinned nonetheless.
-GU-
July 31, 1997 (United States – Hawaii – Midday)
"Now this is relaxing!" Harry crowed victoriously as he lounged on a cushioned chair, a fruity drink in hand. He was wearing swim trunks, an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, and sunglasses.
"The climate is acceptable," Khisanth admitted, sipping on a smoothie and raising an eyebrow. "And this drink is surprisingly appealing."
"Dobby is happy to serve!" Dobby called as he hopped into a nearby chair next to Harry.
Harry chuckled as he observed the dragon, still in her human form, showing enough skin to compete with Fleur. He snorted into his drink as he thought of his Veela friend. It had been quite some time since he'd last conversed with her.
I wonder how she's doing… Harry mused. Did she decide to get serious with that Curse Breaker she was flirting around with?
"Dobby, would you mind helping me remember in a few days to pen a letter to Fleur?" Harry asked.
"Dobby can do!" the house-elf snapped his fingers.
"Who is this Fleur?" Khisanth demanded.
"Just a Veela friend," Harry informed dismissively. "Haven't seen her in a while. She would eat this place up though."
Khisanth blinked. "Why would a Veela eat this island?"
Harry groaned. "You dragons are far too literal sometimes."
Khisanth gave Harry a deadpan stare before returning to her drink and humming contentedly.
Fawkes chirped happily as he flitted from tree to tree, examining the wide expanse of ocean that lay before them.
"Our work must not be neglected," Khisanth said after finishing her smoothie.
"You're the one who wanted to visit Arizona," Harry pointed at his draconic companion.
Khisanth snorted, sending a plume of smoke from her dainty nose. It had taken some time, but Harry was used to it by now.
"And Colorado," Harry added.
Khisanth frowned.
"And Wyoming," Harry tacked on.
"Your point is made, whelpling," Khisanth grumbled.
Satisfied, Harry settled back into his seat.
"But we must return to our task," Khisanth pressed.
"Tomorrow," Harry assured. "Today is my birth- er, hatching day, after all."
"Ah, yes," Khisanth nodded. "An important day. Very well, I shall not pester you further."
Harry grunted and began to drift off, the sound of the waves lulling him into a comfortable slumber, a content smile on his face.
-GU-
August 18, 1997 (Tonks Family Residence – Noon)
"Oh, Blondie!" Tonks called. "An owl came for you."
Daphne appeared seconds later, breathing heavily, and shaking from her nerves. She snatched the letter from her best friend and fumbled to open it.
"It's not nice to tease, Dora" Andromeda scolded lightly.
"Sorry, mum," Tonks smirked.
"I know that look," Andromeda rolled her eyes, sipping a tea as she watched Daphne closely.
Daphne removed the letter containing her NEWT results and slowly opened it.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests Results
Pass Grades Fail Grades
Outstanding (O) Poor (P)
Exceeds Expectations (E) Dreadful (D)
Acceptable (A) Troll (T)
Daphne Greengrass has achieved:
Charms O
Transfiguration O
Defense Against the Dark Arts O
Herbology O
Arithmancy O
Ancient Runes O
Potions O
Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall
"I- I did it," Daphne stammered, her eyes misting. "I did it," she said again, this time more confidently. "I DID IT!" she screamed, startling both Tonks and Andromeda.
Tonks swiped the paper from her friend and whistled as Daphne danced a little jig around the kitchen table, laughing happily.
"Holy shite!" Tonks swore.
"Language, Dora!" Andromeda snarked.
"Sorry, mum, it's just… Well, look!" Tonks thrust the paper into her mother's face.
Andromeda sniffed and grabbed the paper, her eyes widening comically.
"Holy shite!"
"Language, mum!" Tonks teased with an ear-to-ear grin.
Andromeda pinkened and mumbled something incoherent as she smoothed the test results atop the kitchen table, careful to relocate her tea lest she accidentally spill.
"Daphne, this is incredible!" Andromeda said, only to find Daphne no longer in the room. She glanced at her daughter. "Where did she go, Dora?"
Tonks shrugged. "Beats me, mum. She darted out of here faster than I've ever seen her move."
A woosh of floo fire caused both mother and daughter to poke their heads into to the living room to see Minerva McGonagall wave her wand to remove ash as she stepped out of the fireplace.
"Hello, Minnie," Andromeda waved.
"Oh, hello, Andi," Minerva greeted. "Daphne practically demanded I come over here. She said it was urgent. Is everything okay?"
Tonks pointed at the room currently devoid of confusion. "Where?"
"Minerva!" Daphne cried as she returned from the kitchen, causing Tonks to shriek in surprise.
"Bloody hell, woman!" Tonks groused.
"Dora!" Andromeda scowled.
"She's like a shadow!" Tonks waved in desperation. "Did she apparate silently from room to room?"
"Look!" Daphne held out her test results proudly and Minerva, with a raised eyebrow accepted them.
"Really, Daphne?" she frowned. "You couldn't have wait…" she trailed off in shock, her mouth falling open.
"Aw, hell," Tonks grumbled. "Thought for sure old 'Minnie' would slip and swear."
"Behave, Dora," Andromeda chided gently.
"Daphne," Minerva reached around for something to stabilize her before sinking into the couch. "This is incredible! I have never even heard of results like this! Not since-"
"Albus Dumbledore," Andromeda nodded as she sat next to her friend.
Minerva swallowed heavily and nodded. "This deserves a reward!"
Daphne blushed furiously. "I don't need a reward, Minerva."
"I insist!" Minerva stood and made her way over to the floo. "In fact, I will be informing the entire Hogwarts staff of your monumental achievement! This is truly amazing! Seven NEWTS! Good Lord, girl!"
Daphne hid a sheepish smile as Minerva began making her calls. She caught Andromeda's gaze, the older woman giving her a bright smile. Tonks winked at Daphne and gave a thumbs up.
"Looks like you can have any job you want, Blondie," Tonks grinned. "Are you ready to submit that first application?"
Daphne, feeling as if she could walk on air at the moment, smiled brightly, truly happy, and nodded.
"I can't wait!"