Harry stepped into the overly elaborate study of Bones manor and immediately noticed Amelia standing in front of a grand fireplace, her face illuminated by dancing shadows of the burning flames. He was greeted by Amelia's voice coming from within the Lord's study.

"Come in, Harry," she said calmly, her voice filling the large room. Harry nervously entered the room and saw its warm fire burning in the fireplace. Amelia was sitting in an armchair, looking composed with her hands folded neatly in her lap. She motioned to the seat opposite her own and stated, "Susan has been instructed to stay away from this side of the manor for now." Harry settled into the chair with a deep breath as he prepared himself for what would come next.

Amelia's face was grave as she spoke. "When we arrived home, I left to have a chat with Lord Greengrass, and he is in agreement with me that you were wronged by Dumbledore. You were denied knowledge of your heritage or culture of our world. Now I know Lady Artemis gave me custody of you, but by the Wizarding world, Dumbledore has custody of you. That must change."

Harry gasped in realization. "You mean, you want to bring the muggle court documents to the Wizengamont?" he asked incredulously.

Amelia's voice was low and serious. "Yes, Harry. As soon as the horrible truth of your Uncle and Aunt's abuse of you is made public – it's really only a matter of time - every Muggle-born wizard will know, plus a good portion of Half-bloods too."

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath before exhaling slowly. "I want you to do whatever you can to get me out of their custody in the eyes of the Magical Government," he said.

Amelia's voice was stern as she spoke, her gaze direct and unwavering. "Even if it means publically publishing court documents, to the Daily Prophet," she said, her mouth turning down in disapproval.

Harry nodded slowly in agreement. His aunt had been a mentor to him since his parents' death, and he trusted her counsel. "Yes, Aunt Amy."

Amelia sighed heavily as she looked away and then back again at Harry. "Now that brings me to another thing, your regency," she said, tapping her finger on the arm of her chair for emphasis.

"This is for my title as Marquess of Anglesey," said Harry

"Correct, In the eyes of the Wizengamont you are the Marquess of Anglesey, but you don't have a regent appointed so your votes are doing nothing. Since you are only 12 you can appoint a regent to manage your affairs and represent you in the Wizengamont until you come of age," Amelia explained.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "I wasn't aware I had such a responsibility. I mean I was, but Lord Greengrass went over it briefly."

Amelia leaned forward slightly, her eyes softening. "It's not your fault, Harry. There have been many things kept from you, deliberately or not. This is yet another one. As Marquess of Anglesey, you have a significant voice in our magical government. The decisions made by the Wizengamont not only affect the wizarding world at large but also your estate, the people under your jurisdiction, and more."

Harry ran a hand through his unruly hair, the weight of the new information sinking in. "I suppose I should appoint someone I trust then?"

Amelia nodded. "Ideally, yes. It's a significant responsibility. Whoever you choose will wield great power in your name. So, you must be certain that they will act in your best interests and in the best interests of the people you represent."

A silence hung in the room as Harry processed everything. He felt a mix of anger and helplessness. He had been kept in the dark for so long, and now he was expected to make monumental decisions.

"Would you be willing to act as my regent, Aunt Amy?" Harry asked tentatively.

Amelia's eyes widened slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. "I am honoured that you would consider me, Harry. If you truly feel that I am the right person for this role, I would be willing. But I want you to think about it and weigh all your options. This is not a decision to be made lightly."

Harry nodded, feeling a bit more grounded with Amelia's guidance. "Thank you, Aunt Amy. I'll think about it and let you know."

Amelia smiled gently at him, "Take your time. And remember, whatever you decide, you have people who care about you and will support you. Now comes the next part, well the hard part, next week right here in the Manor we have a gathering with allies of the Welsh alliance, do you know what that is,"

"No," said Harry.

"Thought you didn't," said Amelia, "The Welsh alliance is an alliance in the Wizengamont, for members who represent Wales, long term members of this alliance included, Lord Abbott, Duke of Monmouth; Lord Greengrass, Duke of Powis; Lord Williams, Marquess of Carnarvon; you, Marquess of Anglesey; Madam Longbottom, Earl of Pembroke; and myself Earl of Glamorgan, it is important to know there are others both major and Minor."

Harry tried to keep up with the names and titles Amelia was listing, each more grandiose than the last. The political landscape of the wizarding world was more complex than he'd initially imagined, and it was clear that there were alliances and connections that would be key in navigating the Wizengamont.

Amelia continued, "The Welsh alliance is particularly important because of its united front on certain issues that affect the wizarding community in Wales. These include everything from the protection of magical creatures native to Wales to the preservation of ancient magical sites. As members of this alliance, we look out for one another and ensure our voices are heard collectively."

Harry furrowed his brow. "I'm still learning all of this. It's a lot to take in. Will these members be understanding of my... naivety?"

Amelia chuckled lightly, "Many of them have been in the Wizengamont for decades. They've seen young lords and ladies come and go. They will understand, and many will offer guidance. That being said, they will also be watching to see where you stand and if they can trust you."

"I understand," Harry replied. "I'll do my best to represent the Marquess of Anglesey with honour. But I'll need your guidance, Aunt Amy. I feel like a fish out of water."

Amelia reached over and patted Harry's hand. "You're not alone in this, Harry. You have allies, friends, and family who will support and guide you. The journey may be daunting, but remember, every leader starts somewhere. And from what I've seen, you have the heart and will to rise to the challenge."

Harry nodded, determined. "I'll do my best."

"I have no doubt," Amelia said, her voice filled with pride. "Now, moving on to your relationship with Daphne Greengrass, and before you say anything I know you don't want the ministry to find out about your soul union and I know you want to hide it as a betrothal, but I want to know if you want to make it an official ruse,"

Harry scratched his head, his forehead creasing as he tried to process what Amelia had just said. "Um, I'm confused," he asked. "What do you mean?"

Amelia sighed, her posture straight and her gaze direct. "When I was talking to Lord Greengrass about your situation," she began slowly, "he asked me if you want to sign a Betrothal Contract with Daphne, to make the ruse official."

Harry's eyebrows shot up in surprise. His voice trembled as he spoke. "But I am only twelve," he responded in disbelief.

Amelia nodded solemnly. "And when the ministry finds out you and Daphne have a soul union," she continued evenly, "they will consider you two married at twelve."

Harry's eyes widened, the weight of the information sinking in. "That's... a lot," he admitted, rubbing his temples. "I didn't know a soul union was that significant."

Amelia nodded, "In the wizarding world, a soul union is one of the most sacred bonds two people can share. It's a binding of souls, intertwining your fates and destinies. It's rarer than the rarest spells and is highly respected and revered."

"So, if we were to sign this Betrothal Contract," Harry began, looking conflicted, "would that protect us from any backlash from the Ministry?"

"In a way," Amelia replied. "A betrothal is a formal agreement for two people to marry in the future. By entering into one, it would signal to the community that the two of you intend to be together officially, and it could help divert attention away from the true nature of your bond."

"But what if Daphne doesn't want this?" Harry asked, concern evident in his eyes.

Amelia leaned back in her chair. "That's a conversation you'll have to have with her. The decision should be mutual. However, considering your unique situation and the potential implications, it may be a necessary step to ensure your safety and hers."

Harry let out a heavy sigh, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions. The complexity of the wizarding world's politics and traditions was overwhelming. But one thing was certain; he had to protect Daphne and himself from any potential threats.

"I'll talk to Daphne," Harry finally said with determination. "But Aunt Amy, thank you for helping me navigate all of this. I'd be lost without you."

Amelia smiled gently. "You're family, Harry. I'll always be here to guide and support you. Now Lord Greengrass, wants you to make your decision before school starts, so he had one already written up, but not signed we need to go over it to see what we can change and to make it beneficial for both of you"

Amelia slid a piece of parchment across the table towards Harry. The elegant script outlined the terms and conditions of the betrothal, some of which were standard, while others seemed tailored specifically for Harry and Daphne's situation.

Harry skimmed through the contract, his heart rate picking up as he read specific clauses. "Some of these terms... they're quite restrictive," he commented.

Amelia nodded, "Yes, I noticed that too. It seems Lord Greengrass wants to ensure his daughter's safety and reputation are upheld. But some clauses might be a bit overboard."

"Like this one," Harry pointed, "It says Daphne and I can't be seen with members of the opposite sex unless they're family. Isn't that a bit much?"

Amelia sighed, "Yes, it's traditional, but in this day and age, it seems rather outdated. We can renegotiate that clause, among others."

Harry continued to read, noting a few other concerns. "What about the clause regarding children? It says we have to produce an heir within five years of marriage."

Amelia's face darkened slightly, "That's a more traditional clause, but given your ages, we can push for an extension or amend it altogether. The wizarding world can be very old-fashioned, Harry, and while these contracts serve a purpose, they also can be very rigid. We'll make sure the contract is fair and just for both you and Daphne."

Harry took a deep breath, his fingers drumming on the table as he thought. "Firstly, I don't want Daphne or me to be restricted in our interactions with our friends. We shouldn't be dictated on who we can and can't spend time with," he began.

Amelia nodded in agreement, making a note. "Understandable. Anything else?"

"I want the clause about children to be removed," Harry said, his tone firm. "We are far too young to be thinking about such things, and it shouldn't be imposed on us. Besides, the future is uncertain, and I don't want either of us to be pressured into something so important."

Amelia scribbled that down too. "I agree. It's an outdated requirement and certainly doesn't suit your current situation."

"And finally," Harry continued, "I want both of us to have the right to continue our education and pursue any career of our choosing. Our futures shouldn't be dictated by a piece of parchment."

Amelia smiled, impressed with Harry's conviction. "Well said. I'll make sure that's included."

As they continued to discuss the contract, Harry couldn't help but feel a weight lifting off his shoulders. With Amelia's guidance and support, he felt more confident in navigating the complexities of the wizarding world and ensuring a fair future for both him and Daphne.

The negotiations took the better part of the evening, but by the end, both Harry and Amelia felt confident they had crafted a contract that would protect and support both parties involved. It was a compromise between the old traditions of the wizarding world and the needs and desires of two young people caught in a unique situation.

"I hope Daphne will be comfortable with these changes," Harry mused as he looked over the final draft.

Amelia placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Remember, Harry, communication is key. Discuss the terms with her openly and ensure she has a say in the matter. After all, this affects her life as much as it does yours."

Harry nodded, feeling grateful for the wise words. "Thank you, Aunt Amy," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Harry's gaze widened in shock as Amelia pulled out a large stack of official documents from her bag. "What are these?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Amelia smiled reassuringly. "These are the documents I was talking about earlier. These are the audit reports from Gringotts and other legal documents I've been working on."

Harry flipped through the pages, his eyes widening as he read each line. He had no idea what half of it meant, but he was already beginning to feel overwhelmed.

Amelia took a deep breath before continuing. "Now these papers show that Surrey court has ordered Vernon Dursley to pay you 194,720 pounds plus one percent interest until the cost is paid in full," she explained, her voice serious yet gentle. "It will come out of his assets and bank accounts."

Harry felt a wave of relief wash over him at the news. Although it was far less than what he had originally hoped for, it still felt like a huge victory for him after years of being treated like dirt by his uncle.

"And remember," Amelia continued, her face softening into a warm smile, "3 pounds and 67 pence equals one Galleon." She reached out to pat Harry's shoulder comfortingly as she spoke.

"I know this seems overwhelming right now," she said gently, her brown eyes twinkling with sympathy. "But I'm here to help you every step of the way."

Harry nodded slowly and allowed himself to take in Amelia's words before replying: "Thank you, Aunt Amy - I really appreciate all your help with this."

Amelia smiled back at him before standing up, arching her back slightly and stretching her arms over her head with an elaborate groan.

"Aunt Amy, I'm going to Iris message Daphne about the betrothal contract her father's pushing us to sign," Harry said. "I'll have an answer when I'm back, okay?"

"Okay," Amelia replied.

Harry went to his room and pulled out his wand, muttering a spell. A deep purple rainbow appeared in front of him, and he tossed a drachmae into its depths. "Goddess Iris, accept my offering," he intoned. "Show me, Daphne Greengrass."

The rainbow shifted shape slightly until the image of Daphne flickered across it like a reflection on rippling water. "Potter, where have you been?" she asked.

"Hello, Daphne," Harry answered. "I'm at Bones Manor with my dad's sister – we're getting along and Susan is a bit too outgoing."

Daphne gave him a tender look and lightly caressed her arm. "They will not abuse you like the Dursleys did?"

Harry sighed, feeling her love surround him. "No, My mother made Amelia swear an oath," he said, referring to also mother's spell of protection.

"Good Harry," she continued. "What do you think of my father's request? About signing a betrothal contract - to hide our soul union."

He shook his head. "Me and Aunt Amy have changed some parts of what he wrote up, and I will only sign if you want to sign." She thought for a moment, her brow furrowing in concentration.

"It would protect me in Slytherin," she reasoned aloud. "Malfoy cannot order me to be separate from you, and most importantly we can be seen together outside of alliance gatherings. So it would behoove us not to sign one because the ministry will eventually find out, and we will not have the protections a contract will give us."

Harry watched her intently as she spoke. Then he asked quietly, "So you are for it?"

A mischievous glint lit up her eyes and she smiled slyly at him. "Harry, it was my idea," she said matter-of-factly, "And Harry, I know we are 12 but it is the best solution right now for our situation."

"Oh, then let me tell Aunt Amy," replied Harry closing the Iris message, before rushing back to the Bones Study.

Amelia looked up from her parchments as Harry entered, his face an odd mixture of relief, anxiety, and amazement. "Well?" she asked, setting her quill down.

Harry took a deep breath, "Daphne's on board with the betrothal contract, Aunt Amy. Actually, she suggested it to her father in the first place. She sees it as a protective measure for both of us."

Amelia raised an eyebrow. "Protective measure?"

Harry nodded. "You know how Slytherin house politics work, and with my... past, Daphne believes it would give both of us some security. Plus, she mentioned that it would save us from any potential scandal if the Ministry got involved."

Amelia sighed, rubbing her temples. "The politics of magical Britain never cease to amaze me," she murmured. "Very well, if Daphne agrees, and you're okay with it, we'll proceed with the contract. But you know, Harry, this is a significant commitment."

Harry nodded seriously. "I know, Aunt Amy. But if it protects Daphne and me, and our... unique bond, then it's worth it."

She gave him a soft smile. "You're growing up so fast, Harry. Remember, while contracts and politics are essential, so is the heart. Don't lose sight of that."

Harry smiled back, appreciating her wisdom. "I won't, Aunt Amy. Promise."

Amelia nervously cleared her throat and shifted her weight, her hands clasped tightly behind her back. "Now, meet me tomorrow here in the study, wear the formal robes I got with your house crest and your Heir ring, and bring the betrothal rings you got from the vault." She paused before continuing, her head drooping as if the weight of expectation bore down on her. "I know you are new to this but I will give you a rundown on what is expected of you when you get here."

The next day, Harry awoke to being prodded by an excitable house elf – "Young master must wake up! Mistress Bonesy is waiting for you in the dining room!" Slightly dazed, Harry mumbled an acknowledgement before taking a quick shower and heading off to the dining room. His formal robes hung heavy around his shoulders; his silver Heir ring glimmered in the morning light; and two velvet boxes were nestled in his pocket.

Amelia was seated at the head of the table, wearing a crisp black robe with the Bones family crest embroidered on it in glimmering silver thread. Susan sat primly on the side of the table in a formal floral dress, her eyes trained on the floor. Harry entered and took his place opposite Susan, sitting up straight in his chair as he tried to emulate Amelia's poise.

"Harry," Amelia began, her voice stern but gentle, "before we go to Greengrass Manor to see Lord Cygnus Greengrass, I must run through what is expected of you. I know that due to the meddling of Dumbledore, you are still relatively new to the world of wizarding politics and etiquette, so Duke Cygnus and Duchess Alyssa will be aware of this fact. However, you are still the Marquess of Anglesey and will have to conduct yourself accordingly. ."

Harry took a deep breath, acknowledging her statement. "I understand, Aunt Amy. I know I'm not well-versed in these matters, but I'll do my best."

Amelia's gaze softened. "I know you will, Harry." She continued, "Firstly, always refer to Duke Cygnus as 'your Grace or Duke Greengrass' and to Duchess Alyssa as 'Your Grace or Duchess Greengrass'. Make sure to greet them with a bow, not too deep but just enough to show respect. It is customary for the higher-ranking noble to offer their hand for a handshake first. Do not initiate unless they do."

Susan, looking up from her plate, chimed in, "And Harry, remember to be polite but reserved. Slytherins can be quite cunning. They might try to gauge your reactions and intentions, so it's best to give away as little as possible."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed, "But won't that seem rude?"

Amelia shook her head. "It's not rudeness; it's just the way politics work in our world. Remember, this isn't just about you and Daphne. It's about two ancient houses coming together. It's about alliances, power, and stability. The Greengrasses will be assessing your worth just as we will be assessing theirs."

"And remember," Amelia added, "to mention the changes we've made to the contract only when it's brought up. Don't be aggressive, but be firm in what we've decided. They should respect that."

Harry nodded, taking it all in. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, but he felt reassured knowing Amelia was by his side. "I think I've got it. Thank you, Aunt Amy, and Susan. I won't let you down."

Amelia smiled, placing a hand on his. "I know you won't, Harry. Just remember, you have the Potters' strength and the Bones' guidance. You are not alone."

With that, the three of them finished their breakfast and began preparing for their visit to Greengrass Manor.

"Harry, let me see you for a moment," said Amelia, as she beings to check him thoroughly. "I know your mother being a Goddess is proud of you, and if your father was still alive today. Just remember what I told you, I know I am, I still remember the first time I held you when you were only a few days old, 12 years ago."

Harry instinctively hugged Amelia. "Thank you, Aunt Amy,"

"Now let's get going," said Amelia. "Grab floo powder and say, Greengrass Manor," she instructed, pointing towards the ornate fireplace in the corner of the room.

Harry stood in front of the fireplace, Amelia's comforting presence behind him. He took a deep breath and grabbed the floo powder from Susan's outstretched hand. Holding it up to his mouth, he spoke firmly, "Greengrass Manor."

The flames turned a bright emerald-green colour as he threw the powder into them. Taking one last glance at Amelia and Susan, Harry stepped into the flames and was gone.

He emerged from the fireplace in an elegantly furnished hallway at Greengrass Manor. Everything about this place oozed wealth and power, from the gilded frames on the walls to the expensive-looking furniture covering every surface.

A tall, imposing man with sharp features and silvering hair stood at the far end of the room, watching him intently. Beside him was a regal woman, her hair a cascade of golden waves, her eyes piercing yet not unkind. Both wore the emblem of House Greengrass – a green serpent coiled around a silver blade.

Harry swallowed nervously, remembering the instructions Amelia had given him. He walked forward with a confident stride, stopping a few feet away from the pair.

"Marquess of Anglesey," Duke Cygnus Greengrass greeted, his voice deep and resonant. He extended his hand.

Harry remembered his etiquette, waiting for Duke Cygnus to initiate. He took the proffered hand, shaking it firmly. "Duke Greengrass, it's an honour."

The Duchess stepped forward, extending her own hand. "Marquess, a pleasure," she said, her voice smooth as silk.

Harry repeated the handshake, nodding his acknowledgment. "Duchess Greengrass."

From a doorway to the left, Daphne stepped into the room. Her silver-blonde hair shimmered in the ambient light, her brown eyes finding Harry's immediately. She wore a dress of deep green, accentuating her Slytherin heritage, and she looked every bit the heiress to the House of Greengrass.

"Daphne," Harry greeted with a soft smile.

She approached him gracefully, offering a delicate hand. "Harry," she replied, her voice just a touch warmer than her parents.

After a moment of exchanging pleasantries, Duke Cygnus cleared his throat, drawing attention back to the matter at hand. "Shall we proceed to the study to discuss the contract?"

Harry nodded solemnly. "Of course, your grace."

The group began to march down the hall, Harry following behind with Amelia trailing in his wake. When they reached the study, Cygnus turned respectfully toward Harry and his companions. "Marquess Potter, Earl Bones, Heiress Bones, please have a seat."

Cygnus scrutinized Amelia with searching eyes. "Have you made any changes to the contract on behalf of your nephew?" he asked, voice heavy and laced with suspicion.

"I have," Amelia replied calmly as she presented a parchment with new additions written in neat handwriting. "The most significant one is a clause that requires them to have a child within five years of the marriage and a clause that allows them to interact with who they please. I also added a clause where they can seek any career they want."

Cygnus was taken aback. "Any reason why?"

Amelia's gaze softened as she explained, "Your daughter and my nephew share a soul union, which the Ministry would immediately recognize as marriage and right now they are 12 and about to start their second year of Hogwarts if the clause on children is in this contract and the ministry finds out - they will be forced to have a child while they still attend Hogwarts."

"And the others?" asked Cygnus.

Amelia paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "Harry and Daphne are young, but they possess a rare maturity beyond their years. Both of them come from families with a deep sense of duty and legacy, but they also need to live their own lives and make their own choices. The clause allowing them to interact freely with anyone ensures that they're not isolated from their friends and loved ones. A marriage, especially one as important as this, should never feel like a prison."

Cygnus shifted in his seat, clearly contemplating her words. The Duchess spoke next, her voice thoughtful, "And the clause regarding their career choice?"

Amelia looked to Harry and Daphne, both of whom were silently observing the proceedings. "They're both young and filled with potential. Harry has shown an aptitude for defence against dark arts, and Daphne has an impressive grasp of potions. Who knows where their talents will lead them? They shouldn't be constrained by expectations. They should be free to choose a path that fulfills them."

Duke Cygnus seemed pensive for a moment. He exchanged a glance with his wife before turning back to Amelia, "We want what's best for our daughter, just as you want for your nephew. We shall consider these clauses, but the welfare of our houses and the happiness of our children is paramount."

Amelia nodded, her expression earnest. "Of course, Duke Greengrass. We only want to ensure that their future together is one of happiness and growth, not just duty."

The room was thick with tension as Duke Cygnus leafed through the proposed contract changes. Harry could feel Daphne's gaze on him, her brown eyes full of questions and emotions he couldn't quite decipher. Beside him, Amelia sat with a regal poise, her face betraying no emotion, but her hand slightly trembling, giving away her nervousness.

The Duchess leaned over to whisper something to her husband, her fingers brushing over the parchment. Their quiet exchange felt like an eternity to Harry.

Finally, Duke Cygnus cleared his throat. "The House of Greengrass acknowledges the unique bond that our children share. It's not common for such unions to occur, and we're fortunate enough to witness one between our houses."

Harry noted the emphasis on the word 'fortunate' and realized that Duke Cygnus was indicating the increased power and stature their union could bring to both families.

The Duke continued, "However, we have our reservations about some of the clauses. While we understand the reason for the childbearing clause, given their current age and situation, we would like a rephrasing. We suggest a modification: they shall attempt to have a child within five years of leaving Hogwarts or reaching the age of majority, whichever comes first."

Amelia pursed her lips, thinking it over. "That seems fair," she finally said.

"As for the other clauses," The Duchess said, "We agree with the freedom to interact clause, but with a small amendment. They should keep in mind the honour and reputation of their respective houses when choosing their associations."

"That is reasonable," Amelia nodded, glancing at Harry, who gave a subtle nod in agreement.

"And regarding their careers," Duke Cygnus said, his eyes on Daphne, who returned his gaze steadily, "We believe in letting our children pursue their passions. The Greengrass family has always championed education and individual growth. As such, we accept this clause as it is."

Harry felt a weight lifting from his shoulders. The negotiations were going smoother than he'd anticipated.

Daphne stepped forward, her voice soft but clear, "Father, Mother, I appreciate your understanding. And Harry, Lady Amelia, thank you for ensuring our happiness is taken into account."

Harry smiled at her, "Always, Daphne."

"Now, before we discuss the dowry, is there anything else the House of Potter would like to add," said Cygnus.

Amelia glanced over at Harry, who seemed deep in thought for a moment. Taking a deep breath, he spoke, "There's just one more thing, Duke Greengrass. I'd like to ensure that in the event of any disagreements or challenges we may face in our marriage, Daphne and I should be given the first opportunity to resolve them privately, without immediate intervention from either family. We respect and value the advice and guidance of our elders, but it's crucial for the foundation of our relationship that we learn to communicate and find solutions together."

The Duchess raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "An admirable sentiment, Marquess. It's essential for any married couple to have that bond of trust and mutual respect. However, how do you propose to set a boundary without alienating the two houses?"

Harry pondered for a moment before answering, "Perhaps a clause stating that while the elders of both houses are free to offer advice, the couple should be given a grace period of, say, a month to resolve any issues internally before either family intervenes directly. And if after a month, the matter is still unresolved, then both families can step in."

Cygnus looked thoughtful, "It's an unusual request, but it shows maturity and a genuine desire to make your union work. Very well, we can agree to that."

Amelia beamed with pride at Harry, clearly pleased with his suggestion.

Daphne looked at Harry with appreciation in her eyes. "Thank you, Harry. That means a lot."

Harry smiled back, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "We're in this together, Daphne. Every step of the way."

Duke Cygnus nodded, "Then let us finalize the contract and move on to the dowry discussions. It seems we're making excellent progress."

"Alyssa, can you check on the Astoria and Alex, and see if they are alright, and when you come back bring a blood quill as a contract must be signed with one," ordered Cygnus. the Duchess got up and left the room.

"Harry do you have the Betrothal rings for you and Daphne" asked Amelia

Harry's eyes widened momentarily. He had been so engrossed in the details of the contract that he had momentarily forgotten about the rings. Fumbling in his robe pocket, he produced a small, ornate box. "Yes, Aunt Amelia. I have them right here."

Amelia nodded, and Harry opened the box to reveal two rings. One was a sleek silver band with the House of Potter emblem. The other was a delicate gold band studded with tiny emeralds and diamonds.

"They're beautiful, Harry," Daphne whispered, her eyes shining with appreciation.

"Only the best for you," Harry replied, his voice tinged with affection.

Amelia cleared her throat. "These rings are more than just jewelry. They signify the bond and commitment between the Houses of Potter and Greengrass. Once you two exchange them, it'll be a testament to the world of the promise you've made to each other."

Duke Cygnus nodded. "Very well said, Lady Amelia. This tradition has been upheld in pureblood families for generations."

Daphne looked at Harry with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "Are we exchanging them now?"

Before Harry could answer, the Duchess reentered the room, a blood quill in hand. "Astoria and Alex are playing in the gardens. They're perfectly alright," she informed her husband.

"Good," Cygnus replied. "We'll exchange the rings after the contract is signed. Blood quills ensure that contracts are binding. The magic within them solidifies the agreement."

Harry took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the situation. The signing of the contract would irrevocably bind him and Daphne in the eyes of the magical world.

Daphne, sensing his tension, gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Together," she whispered.

Harry nodded, taking the blood quill from the Duchess. "Together."

The room was filled with an air of expectation as Harry took the quill. Cygnus extended the modified contract to him, and with a resolute determination, Harry signed his name. The quill pierced his skin slightly, drawing a bit of blood and mixing it with the ink, creating a bond that no magical force could break.

Daphne followed suit, her graceful hand signing next to Harry's with the same binding magic. The significance of their commitment, now sealed in blood, wasn't lost on anyone in the room.

Duke Cygnus examined the signatures, nodding with approval. "The contract is now binding," he declared, rolling up the parchment and sealing it with the Greengrass family crest.

Amelia stepped forward, addressing both Harry and Daphne, "It's time for the exchange of the betrothal rings."

The two young wizards turned to face each other. Harry took the delicate gold band studded with emeralds and diamonds and gently slid it onto Daphne's ring finger. In turn, Daphne took the sleek silver band and placed it on Harry's finger. The rings glowed briefly, signifying the magic binding the two families.

"To new beginnings and a union of two powerful houses," Duke Cygnus toasted, raising his glass of elf-made wine. The rest joined in, clinking glasses and echoing his sentiment.

Amelia beamed with pride and joy, "May Hera bless your union with love, understanding, and unity. Remember always to stand by each other, no matter what challenges you face."

Daphne smiled, looking into Harry's eyes, "Thank you, Harry. For everything."

Harry nodded, "We're in this together, Daphne. Always."

Daphne and Harry lounged on the balcony of Greengrass Manor, taking in the cool evening breeze as it tickled their skin. Harry's eyes were distant and thoughtful, and Daphne could tell he was lost deep in thought.

Finally, he broke the silence. "Daphne," he said softly. "I want to know what you think about all of this."

Daphne arched an eyebrow quizzically. "What do you mean?"

"When we first met at the beginning of this summer, we hardly knew each other," Harry explained. "Then we found out we have a Soul Union, and now, at the end of summer, we just signed a betrothal contract with each other. That's a big change."

Daphne nodded slowly, understanding. "I'll answer your question if you answer mine first," she said coyly.

Harry chuckled slightly. "Alright, go ahead."

"You spent your entire first year at Hogwarts as a timid boy scared of his own skin," Daphne began. "But when summer started, you arrived at Camp Half-Blood and we all found out that you are the child of a maiden goddess. Unsurprisingly to me, you are also a shadowhunter. Your uncle and aunt got arrested, and I spent the entire summer teaching you how to fight with various weapons - I saw you literally transform before my eyes from an underweight boy into an energetic twelve-year-old with bulging muscles." She paused for emphasis. "So tell me, Harry Potter - how do you feel about it all?"

Harry inhaled deeply, his silver eyes reflecting the vast, twinkling expanse above them. He let the question marinate in his mind before finally speaking. "It feels like I'm caught in multiple whirlwinds, each trying to pull me in a different direction. Hogwarts, the wizarding world, the prophecies about the Boy Who Lived... then there's the realization that I'm a demigod and then, as if that wasn't enough, a shadowhunter too. It's... overwhelming."

Daphne watched him closely, seeing the conflict play out in his features. "But you seem so strong now," she said softly.

A wry smile appeared on Harry's lips. "Appearances can be deceiving, Daphne. I'm still the same boy who slept in a cupboard for years, but now I'm just... better equipped, I suppose."

Daphne's gaze softened. "I saw how you pushed yourself this summer, how hard you worked. I'm proud of the progress you've made, Harry. But I want to make sure you're okay, too."

Harry looked into Daphne's blue eyes, the depth of care and concern evident in her gaze. He could see that, despite the short time they had known each other, she genuinely cared about him. It was a foreign feeling, having someone care for him, and it filled him with a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time.

"I...I've never had someone look out for me like you have," he admitted his voice barely above a whisper. "The weight of my destiny, of who I am, it's a lot to bear. But being here, with you, has given me a reprieve. A sanctuary where I can just be Harry and not the Boy Who Lived or the son of a goddess or a shadowhunter."

Daphne smiled gently, reaching out to hold his hand. "You are an extraordinary person, Harry. Not because of your destinies or your lineage, but because of who you are as a person. This summer, I didn't see a helpless boy. I saw someone with a fierce determination to overcome whatever obstacle was placed in front of him."

Harry chuckled, "Well, when you have a fiery Greengrass as a teacher, giving up isn't really an option."

Daphne laughed, "True, I am quite the taskmaster."

The two sat in silence for a few moments, taking in the serenity of the night. Harry finally turned to Daphne, a determined glint in his eyes. "To answer your earlier question, about the betrothal contract and our Soul Union, I'm still processing it all. It's a lot to take in. But what I do know is that I'm grateful to have you by my side."

Daphne nodded, "I feel the same. Our worlds are crazy, unpredictable, and often dangerous. But together, I believe we can face anything."

Daphne leaned forward, pressing her lips against Harry's. His eyes widened in surprise but then softened as he realized the truth of her words. He felt a warmth course through him as he returned her kiss, savouring the feeling of being wanted and accepted that it brought.

Harry and his beloved stood in a clearing, locked in an embrace and oblivious to their surroundings. Suddenly, the air shifted, and they felt a presence behind them. They turned around to find the imposing figure of Artemis, goddess of the hunt, staring at them with her piercing silver eyes and flowing auburn hair.

Harry stumbled backwards, his face flushing deep red and he mouthed a timid "Hello mum". Artemis stepped between them with an amused smile. "So this is the other half of your soul union," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously in the light. "As much I appreciate my son, I do not want to be a grandparent when you're only 12, so break it up you two."

Artemis's voice was like a winter breeze, icy and sharp. Daphne felt an invisible force pushing her back as Artemis stepped closer, her silver eyes piercing into her soul. "Daphne Greengrass, Daughter of Demeter the goddess of Harvest," she said slowly. "It is a pleasure to meet the second half of my son's soul union. Need I explain what will happen if you hurt my son in any way? I hope not daughter of Demeter,"

Daphne swallowed the lump in her throat as Harry stepped closer and drew her into his embrace. Artemis's features softened as she looked at them before speaking. "Now that you've both signed the betrothal contract, let me explain the rules that must be followed when it comes to my cabin at Camp Half-Blood. But first, let me enlighten you on what will happen to you, daughter of Demeter if you hurt my son."

Artemis began to circle them, her every movement deliberate and controlled. Her aura seemed to grow colder, and the shadows around her deepened.

"A Soul Union is not a light matter," she began, her voice firm. "It means two souls are tied together by the fates. But it also means that one can feel the other's pain, joy, and sadness. Hurt him," she pointed at Harry with a slender finger, "and you hurt yourself."

Daphne, despite the fear and nervousness that coursed through her, stood tall. "I would never intentionally hurt Harry," she declared, her voice unwavering.

Artemis paused, studying Daphne with a scrutinizing gaze. "I see sincerity in your eyes, but actions speak louder than words."

Daphne nodded, acknowledging the goddess's point. "I understand."

Harry, who had been silent, finally spoke, "Mum, I trust Daphne. And she has been nothing but supportive and caring since we met. If anything, she's protected me more times than I can count."

Artemis looked at her son, her icy facade melting slightly. "I know, Harry. It is the protective nature of a mother to want the best for her child, especially when there's so much at stake."

She then directed her gaze at Daphne. "As for the rules of my cabin at Camp Half-Blood – there are boundaries, just like any other cabin. No demigod, other than my chosen hunters, is allowed inside unless given explicit permission by me. If you wish to visit Harry, it will be in common areas, under supervision. When my hunters are inside the camp you will have one of my hunters trail you at all times. My hunters have taken a vow of chastity, and while I understand you two have a bond, you will respect that."

Daphne nodded, "Understood."

Artemis gave one last lingering glance at Harry before dissipating into a silvery mist, leaving the two demigods alone in the clearing.

Harry let out a sigh of relief, pulling Daphne close. "Well, that was intense."

Daphne laughed softly, "Just a tad. But we'll get through this, together."

Harry nodded, taking comfort in the strength and support of the girl beside him. "Always."

AN: This chapter sets the stage for the next chapter, I know this plot is basically crawling right now but it will start to pick up pace, I am trying to hold off on writing the wizarding worlds reaction to harry when he start Hogwarts back up.

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