Harry, Susan and Amelia arrived at King's Cross Station with ten minutes to spare. Amelia dashed across the street to get trolleys for their trunks while Harry and Susan hurried into the station.

Harry scanned the crowd nervously, looking for a sign of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. He took a deep breath and stepped forward through the solid wall between Platforms Nine and Ten. It felt like walking through cold molasses as he emerged on the other side into what could only be the hidden platform. He saw an enormous scarlet steam engine billowing smoke beside a dome-shaped clock displaying 12 o'clock in gold letters. Harry had never seen this train leave at 12 before; since his claim as the son of Artemis and a shadowhunter, things had changed.

He always knew when moonrise and moonset were today, for example, moonrise was 11:34 AM and moonset was 09:36 PM, with 32.12 percent of its surface visible.

Amelia pulled out her pocket watch and checked the time. "Harry, Susan it's 11:34 am, study hard and try to improve your grades," she said sternly.

"I will try Aunt Amelia," Harry replied obediently.

"You know I always do Mom," Susan added, standing up from her chair with a sigh.

Amelia gave a warm smile, before turning briskly towards the door. "I'll see you both during winter break – take care."

Susan strode forward with a determined gait and left without another word. Harry made sure Hedwig's cage was securely placed on top of his trunk and wheeled it around to face the barrier that separated him from his magical destination. He felt confident; this wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as using Floo powder. With a deep breath, he bent low over the handles of their trolleys and strolled purposely towards the barrier, gradually picking up speed. As they drew closer to it, they broke into a run and at the last moment, jumped through the entrance – CRASH!

Harry felt the trolleys jerk as they hit the barrier, and he was thrown off his feet. Hedwig's cage flew in the air and clattered on the marble floor, and she let out a piercing squawk of surprise. Passersby stared, some tutting disapprovingly. A guard jogged over, booming, "What do you think you're playing at?"

Harry scrambled to his feet, rubbing his aching ribs. He grabbed Hedwig's cage from the floor as she screeched angrily. People surrounding him gawked and muttered about animal cruelty.

Harry frantically scanned the crowd of commuters, trying to figure out how he and his equipment would make it through. He could feel beads of sweat running down his back as he uttered a barely audible incantation and drew an unseen rune on himself. He pressed his eyes shut, concentrating hard on drawing the moonlight into his body and his things. With a flash of light, Harry found himself in the same compartment of the train as Daphne, Susan, Tracey, and Hannah.

Daphne's eyes widened in shock when she spotted him standing there, still radiating silver-blue moonlight. "Harry you can remove the unseen rune so everyone else can see you not just me, please and thank you" she demanded.

"Sorry, Daphne," Harry murmured, removing the rune with his hand leaving a white scar where the rune was.

Daphne's eyes widened in disbelief as she turned to Harry. "Now can you explain, why in the name of the gods you decided it was a good idea to somehow teleport yourself into this carriage and not use the normal method to get on the train like a normal Hogwarts student?" Her voice was low but crackled with anger.

"Um, when I tried to enter the platform the entrance disappeared and I hit a solid wall so I had to use other means to get in," replied Harry. He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze and glanced at Tracey for help. "How did you know I was there anyway."

Tracey snorted. "Well, we know who wears the wand in that relationship," she muttered out of the corner of her mouth.

Daphne's glare shifted from Harry to Tracey. "I will tell you later Harry," she said sternly before rounding on Tracey.

"You sure know how to make an entrance Cousin," said Susan.

Susan grinned, clearly amused by the entire situation. Harry could always count on his cousin to find humour in the most embarrassing moments.

Hannah, sitting quietly in the corner with a book, looked up and gave Harry a small smile. "At least you're safe," she said softly.

Daphne sighed and massaged her temples. "One day, Harry, one day you're going to give me a heart attack."

"I'm sorry," Harry said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You better be," said Daphne.

Tracey snorted. "Well as I said earlier, we know who wears the wand in that relationship. and it's definitely not Harry," she muttered out of the corner of her mouth. "Found out each other were betrothed over the summer and already she has herself wrapped around Harry's little finger."

Susan rolled her eyes playfully at Tracey's comment, while Hannah suppressed a giggle behind her book. Daphne shot a mock glare at Tracey. "Just because you're my friend doesn't mean I won't hex you."

Tracey smirked, crossing her arms. "Bring it on, Greengrass."

Harry cleared his throat, trying to bring some semblance of order back to the compartment. "Can we please not hex each other? It's the first day back, and I'd rather not start it with a duel on the train."

Hannah nodded in agreement. "Besides, we still have the Sorting Ceremony to look forward to, and I'd rather not walk in there with hex marks all over me."

Susan chuckled. "Imagine the first years' faces if we did."

Daphne smiled, her irritation from earlier seemingly forgotten. "Okay, fine. No hexing on the train. But only because I'd hate to ruin my perfectly good robes."

Everyone laughed, the tension in the compartment dissolving.

"Oh, Harry, I forgot to introduce you this is Hannah Abbot, my best friend," said Susan, pointing to the blonde girl with the book.

Harry extended his hand with a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you, Hannah. I've heard a lot about you from Susan."

Hannah's cheeks tinged a light shade of pink. "All good things, I hope," she replied, shaking his hand gently.

"Mostly," Susan teased, earning a light shove from Hannah.

Hannah rolled her eyes but chuckled. "Don't mind Susan; she exaggerates a lot."

Harry chuckled. "I've known her long enough to take her tales with a pinch of salt."

Tracey nudged Daphne, nodding at Hannah and Harry. "Looks like the Potter charm is at work again," she whispered, making Daphne stifle a laugh.

Daphne whispered back, "I'm not worried. I trust him."

Harry, noticing the exchange between the two, raised an eyebrow but chose not to comment. He had a feeling he'd be the butt of many jokes for the day.

Just then the door opened and a boy in his first year with short black hair, "Um, hello may I talk to Marquess Potter?"

"Sure, how may I help you," said Harry.

"On behalf of the most ancient and most noble house of Black, I scion Marius Regulus Black, heir to the Duke of Inverness would like to offer a formal apology for the Marquess of Anglesey, on behalf of Duke Arcturus Sirius Black III, for the actions of a member of her house Sirius Orion Black III on October 31st' 1981 against the Potter family an Allied house of House Potter by Marriage of Charlus Potter and Dorea Black."

The boy took a deep breath and continued, "We deeply regret and condemn the actions of the aforementioned member, and hope for a continuation of the good relations between our houses. The House of Black does not support or condone his decisions, and he has been disowned and removed from the family tree."

There was a heavy silence in the compartment. Everyone's eyes were on the young Black heir, who stood nervously under their scrutiny, wringing his hands.

Harry nodded slowly, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "Thank you, Marius, for conveying the message. It's a brave act to come forward and apologize, especially given your age and the weight of the matter."

Marius looked down, his cheeks turning a shade of pink. "It was the right thing to do, Marquess Potter. My family's honor demands it."

Daphne cleared her throat. "It's commendable of the House of Black to acknowledge their mistakes. And while I'm sure Harry appreciates the gesture, actions speak louder than words."

Marius nodded vigorously. "Of course, Lady Greengrass. We understand that apologies alone can't erase the past, but we are committed to ensuring that such an incident does not repeat in the future."

Susan leaned forward, her eyes curious. "You're quite young to be handling such a delicate matter, Marius. Where are the older members of your house?"

Marius hesitated for a moment before answering, "My grandfather believes it's essential for me to understand the responsibilities and consequences that come with our name. He wanted me to deliver the apology personally so that I could learn and grow from it."

Tracey raised an eyebrow, looking impressed. "You've got guts, kid. And a wise grandfather, it seems."

Marius smiled shyly. "Thank you, Lady Davis."

Harry leaned back in his seat, studying the young heir. "I accept your apology, Marius. It takes strength to face the consequences of one's family's actions. I hope that our houses can continue to maintain good relations, and I trust that your family will ensure no further harm comes to mine."

Marius bowed deeply. "Thank you, Marquess Potter. You have our word."

With that, Marius gave a polite nod and exited the compartment, leaving behind a group of students deep in thought.

"That was unexpected," Susan murmured, breaking the silence.

Hannah nodded in agreement. "But a welcome gesture. It's not every day you see an ancient house admitting its mistakes."

Daphne looked thoughtful. "It's a start. But Harry's right; it's their actions moving forward that will determine the sincerity of their apology."

Harry sighed, rubbing his temples. "I just hope it's genuine. The last thing we need is more enemies."

Tracey grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, with Daphne on your side, I'd be more worried for anyone who dares to cross you."

Daphne shot her a mock glare. "Watch it, Davis."

"But just one question who is Sirius Orion Black III and what did he do that went against my house?" asked Harry

Daphne leaned forward, her expression serious. "Sirius Orion Black III is, or rather was, a member of the Black family. He's commonly known as Sirius Black. According to what's commonly known in the wizarding world, he betrayed your parents, James and Lily Potter, to the dark lord, leading to their deaths."

Harry's face paled, his hands clenched into fists. "He... what?"

Susan added, "That's not all. After betraying your parents, it's believed that he killed twelve Muggles and one wizard – Peter Pettigrew – with a single curse. He was captured and sentenced to life in Azkaban for the crimes."

Hannah said softly, "He's often referred to as the 'last Black' and 'Voldemort's right-hand man.' Many believe he's one of the most dangerous wizards of his age."

Harry looked shocked, trying to process the information. "So, he's the reason...?"

Daphne nodded. "Yes, it's believed that because of his betrayal, Voldemort found out about your parents' hiding place and killed them."

"If I see him, I will kill him even if he is still in Azkaban" Harry whispered, anger burning in his eyes.

Daphne took Harry's hand, squeezing it tightly. "It's understandable to feel that way, Harry. But remember, vengeance isn't always the answer. If he's in Azkaban, he's paying for his crimes."

Susan nodded in agreement, "Azkaban is a fate worse than death. The Dementors there suck out all happiness and hope. It's a life of endless torment."

Tracey added, "Besides, taking matters into your own hands would only get you into trouble. As much as you might want revenge, it's not worth it."

Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "I know, but it's just... hard to think that someone betrayed my parents, led to their deaths, and killed so many innocent people."

Hannah spoke softly, "Grief and anger are natural reactions, Harry. But let the law take its course. And remember, not everything is as it seems."

Daphne looked at him with concern, "Harry, we're with you. And we'll find out the truth together, no matter where it leads."

Harry nodded, taking another deep breath. "Thank you, all of you. I just need some time to process all of this."

Hannah then took a look out the window "Is that a flying car?! And is that Ronald Weasley and the twins in it?! And is that Ronald Weasley hanging off of it?!"

Everyone in the compartment immediately rushed to the window, eyes widening in disbelief. Sure enough, an old Ford Anglia was soaring alongside the train, and a panicked Ron Weasley was dangling perilously from the back, trying to scramble inside while the car bucked wildly.

Fred and George, looking equally alarmed, tried to pull Ron back into the car, their faces red with exertion and fear.

"Merlin's beard, are they mad?!" Tracey exclaimed. "Why in the world are they flying to Hogwarts in that?!"

Daphne stared in shock, "This is exactly the kind of thing I'd expect from the Weasley twins, but dragging their younger brother into it?"

Hannah shook her head, "This is beyond reckless. We need to alert the conductor!"

Before anyone could move, the car took a sharp dive, narrowly avoiding colliding with the train. It swerved erratically for a moment before stabilizing, with Ron finally pulled into the car.

"They're going to get themselves killed," murmured Susan, her face pale.

The flying car continued its haphazard path, trying to keep up with the Hogwarts Express while avoiding trees, birds, and other obstacles.

Harry, still in a daze from the information he'd just received about his parents, now found himself grappling with the bizarre scene unfolding outside. "Why wouldn't they just take the train like everyone else?"

Tracey snorted, "Where's the fun in that? But honestly, even for the Weasley twins, this is next level."

Hannah sighed, "At least Ron is safe inside now. But someone needs to inform the professors as soon as we reach Hogwarts."

The group continued to watch as the flying car wove in and out of their sight, hoping that the Weasleys would make it safely to Hogwarts.

Later Professor McGonagall ushered Daphne and Harry out of the train carriage with a firm hand on each of their backs. She walked quickly, her long emerald robes swishing with each step. When they reached the entrance to Hogwarts, she spun to face them both. "Mr. Potter, Ms. Greengrass," she began, "mind if I could talk to you for a moment?"

Harry nodded, "Go right ahead, Professor."

"Follow me to my office," she said as she gestured down the hallway. "I want to speak to you both before the welcoming feast."

Professor McGonagall led them to her office on the first floor of the castle. when they were in her office, she closed the door to it and led them to a seat.

"In light of the revelations about your previous caretakers, Mr. Potter first and foremost I would like to apologize for my failure last year to recognize the signs of an abused child, you arrived last year for your first year of Hogwarts and you were way too small for an 11-year-old boy and too skinny for your height, your clothes were oversized and worn out. It was clear that something was wrong, but I failed to act on it. For that, I deeply apologize."

Harry swallowed hard, memories flooding back. "It's okay, Professor. You couldn't have known," he whispered.

McGonagall frowned, her gaze sharp but filled with concern. "That's just it, Mr. Potter, I should have known. All of us at Hogwarts are responsible for the well-being of our students. And we failed you."

Daphne, sitting beside Harry, took his hand in a gesture of comfort. Her eyes too were filled with sadness, having recently learned of the hardships Harry had faced.

"Ms. Greengrass," McGonagall addressed her, "as you know we have different rules for married and betrothed students, The Daily Prophet article ran the story of Harry's abuse also ran the story of your Betrothal and several other articles regarding Dumbledore's compliancy in Harry's abuse, also ran the story of you two being betrothed to each other. While we respect the traditions and customs of the wizarding families, we also want to ensure that both of you are treated fairly and appropriately."

Daphne nodded. "We understand, Professor. Our families have always been on the traditional side, but that doesn't mean we don't want to do what's best for ourselves and for each other."

"That's good to hear," Professor McGonagall said, her expression softening. "We want to support both of you during this time. It's essential to ensure that your betrothal doesn't interfere with your education or social lives here at Hogwarts. If at any point you feel overwhelmed or in need of guidance, my office door is always open."

Harry and Daphne exchanged a grateful glance.

"I also wanted to address the media attention you both have been receiving," McGonagall continued, looking stern once more. "The Daily Prophet and other outlets seem to have taken a keen interest in your personal lives. It's imperative that you remain focused on your studies and avoid any unnecessary distractions. Remember, the media can be fickle, and it's best to keep your private lives private."

"We appreciate your concern, Professor," Harry replied, his voice firm. "We've been discussing how best to handle the situation. We don't want our personal lives to overshadow our time here at Hogwarts."

Daphne added, "And we certainly don't want any distractions from our studies. We both understand the importance of our education."

Professor McGonagall nodded approvingly. "Very well. Just remember, Hogwarts is your home, and we're here to protect and guide you both. Now, this brings me to the main reason why I wanted to talk to you both, Hogwarts has different rules regarding Married couples and Betrothed couples, and given the unique situation you two find yourselves in, there are a few things you need to be aware of."

She paused, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing. "Firstly, betrothed students are allowed certain privileges, but they are also bound by certain responsibilities. While we understand that traditions and customs can sometimes dictate behaviour, Hogwarts also upholds its own set of standards."

Harry tilted his head, "What kind of privileges, Professor?"

"Betrothed couples are allowed private meetings, they may send and receive owls without restrictions and are given a bit more leeway regarding curfews," Professor McGonagall explained. "However, they must also attend counselling sessions with our school therapist, to ensure that the betrothal is free of undue pressure and that both parties fully understand their decision."

Daphne raised an eyebrow, "Counseling? Is that mandatory?"

Professor McGonagall nodded. "Yes, it is. It's essential for us to ensure the well-being of all our students. The wizarding world might recognize your betrothal, but Hogwarts wants to ensure it's healthy and beneficial for both of you."

Harry nodded slowly, taking it all in. "And what about our living arrangements?"

"The school has reserved a shared common room for betrothed couples. It allows for privacy while still upholding the separation of male and female dormitories," the professor responded. "You will each have your own private bedroom with the same charms as in the regular dorms to ensure safety and privacy. However, the common area is for both of you to share. This ensures that while you have the opportunity to spend time together, there are also boundaries in place."

Daphne seemed thoughtful. "That sounds fair. And it will be good to have a place where we can discuss things without prying eyes or eavesdropping ears."

Harry gave a small smile. "Yeah, especially with the media attention we've been getting. A bit of privacy will be welcome."

McGonagall gave them a stern look, though there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Just remember, while privacy is afforded, the rules about inappropriate behaviour still apply. You are still only second-year students and are expected to behave as such."

Harry blushed slightly, realizing the implication behind McGonagall's words. "Of course, Professor. We understand."

Daphne added, "We respect the rules of Hogwarts and appreciate the accommodations being made for us."

McGonagall nodded. "I'm glad to hear that. I also want to stress that while the school is making allowances for your unique situation, it does not mean you are exempt from the academic and disciplinary standards set for all students. Should you breach any rules, you will face consequences just like anyone else."

The two students nodded in understanding, realizing the gravity of the responsibilities they now bore.

"I believe that covers most of the immediate concerns," McGonagall said, her tone softening. "I want to reiterate that our primary concern is your well-being and ensuring that both of you have a supportive environment during your time here. If you have any questions, concerns, or need guidance, please don't hesitate to come to me or any other member of the staff."

Harry and Daphne exchanged glances, feeling the weight of the changes they were about to navigate. Still, there was an underlying sense of relief, knowing that Hogwarts was making an effort to support them.

"Thank you, Professor," Harry began, "For understanding and for trying to make this as easy as possible for us."

Daphne nodded in agreement. "Yes, thank you, Professor McGonagall. We won't let you down."

McGonagall smiled gently. "I have every confidence in both of you. Now, to the next item I want to talk about, Mr. Potter how are you handling living with your aunt Madam Bones?"

Harry took a deep breath before answering. "It's been... different. A lot to get used to. But Madam Bones has been kind and understanding. She's trying to give me a sense of normalcy after everything that's happened."

Professor McGonagall's face softened. "I'm glad to hear that. Amelia is a good woman. She will take care of you. You deserve a home where you're treated with love and respect."

Harry's eyes glistened slightly. "Thank you, Professor. It means a lot to hear you say that."

Daphne squeezed Harry's hand gently, her eyes filled with empathy. "Harry's been adjusting well, Professor. We've spent some time together at the Bones estate, and I've seen how much effort Madam Bones is putting into making sure he feels comfortable."

McGonagall nodded. "Good. That's what I wanted to hear. And how about you, Ms. Greengrass? Are your parents supportive of the situation?"

Daphne hesitated for a moment. "They were taken aback at first, especially with everything that's been exposed in the media. But they trust me and Harry, and they believe in the importance of our bond. They're doing their best to be supportive."

"That's commendable," McGonagall remarked. "Times are changing, and traditions are evolving. It's essential for families to stand by one another, especially in challenging situations like yours. Now moving forward to the next item, I know it was impossible for both of you to have no say in your betrothal as it was signed 12 years ago and you are both 12, but I have read it since I am authorized to as Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, and I wanted to ensure there were no clauses that would put either of you at a disadvantage or under undue pressure."

Harry blinked in surprise, having not expected that Professor McGonagall would have reviewed the contract. "Thank you, Professor. What did you find?"

McGonagall paused, selecting her words carefully. "The contract is standard for betrothal agreements in the wizarding world. Most of its clauses relate to the responsibilities of the two families involved, the exchange of heirlooms, and the management of certain assets. There's a clause about remaining faithful to each other and one about upholding family honour. However, there's nothing that I would consider overtly problematic. The most important thing, from the school's perspective, is that it is ironclad meaning unbreakable with no divorce clause meaning you both won't be able to separate from each other."

Harry and Daphne exchanged a concerned glance. The permanence of their betrothal was something they had yet to fully come to terms with.

Daphne cleared her throat. "Professor, we were both aware of the irrevocable nature of the contract, but hearing it from you... it does make it more real."

Harry nodded in agreement. "It's a lot to process. We've both been thrust into this situation without much say and while we've been trying to navigate it together, it's daunting to think of a lifetime commitment at our age."

McGonagall's gaze softened. "I understand your concerns. However, remember that many couples in the wizarding world have grown into deep and lasting relationships despite being betrothed at a young age. It's essential to communicate with each other, establish trust, and find common ground."

Daphne nodded. "We're doing our best, Professor. Harry and I have been trying to get to know each other better and understand our mutual interests and differences."

Harry added, "We're also both determined to make the best of the situation. We may not have chosen this for ourselves, but we can choose how we handle it."

Professor McGonagall looked pleased. "That's a mature way to view things. Building a strong foundation of understanding and respect will serve you well in the future."

She paused, taking a moment to scan the room before focusing her attention back on the two students. "I want to stress that while this betrothal is binding, it shouldn't be seen as a cage. Use it as an opportunity to grow together, learn from one another, and build a partnership that benefits both of you."

Harry took a deep breath, feeling a weight lifting slightly. "Thank you, Professor. Your words mean a lot."

Daphne nodded, her eyes shimmering with gratitude. "We'll remember that."

McGonagall leaned back in her chair. "I believe we've covered most of the ground we needed to. Remember, you're both still young, and life is full of surprises. Stay open-minded, be there for each other, and trust that you'll find your path. Now I want to be the one to tell you that Madam Pomfrey wants to give you Mr. Potter a full check I know you were checked at a muggle hospital which is what caused your situation to become public but she wants to double check on you using magical methods. There are certain ailments and conditions that muggle medicine might miss, but our magical diagnostics won't."

Harry nodded slowly. "Alright, Professor. I understand. If Madam Pomfrey believes it's necessary, then I'll comply."

Daphne looked at him with a touch of concern. "Will I be allowed to accompany him, Professor? Just to offer some support?"

McGonagall gave her a thoughtful look. "It's unusual for students to accompany each other to the hospital wing unless they're directly involved. But given the circumstances and the bond between the two of you, I'll allow it. However, if Madam Pomfrey deems it necessary for privacy during the examination, you'll need to step out."

Daphne nodded. "Understood. Thank you, Professor."

McGonagall stood up, signalling the end of the meeting. "You're both facing a unique situation, and I want you to know that Hogwarts is behind you. We'll do our utmost to support and guide you through this journey. If either of you needs anything, my door is always open."

Both students stood as well, sharing a grateful look. "Thank you, Professor McGonagall," Harry said sincerely.

Daphne echoed his sentiments. "Thank you, Professor. We appreciate everything."

"Oh I almost forgot," said Harry "On the train we spotted the Weasley twins and Ron, heading towards Hogwarts in a flying car. We didn't know what to make of it."

McGonagall's eyes widened in surprise, a hint of annoyance flashing through them. "Is that so? Well, that certainly explains their tardiness. I'll have to deal with this matter immediately. The Weasley twins are known for their mischief, but flying a car to Hogwarts is far beyond the pale. And Mr. Weasley, after all he went through last year, should know better."

Harry nodded. "I just thought you should know. They seemed to be having some difficulty controlling it."

Daphne chimed in, "Yes, it looked quite dangerous. I was worried they might crash."

McGonagall sighed deeply. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I'll ensure the matter is addressed promptly."

Harry and Daphne nodded. With their concerns voiced, the two students left Professor McGonagall's office, ready to face the challenges and adventures that lay ahead during their second year at Hogwarts.

AN: Short Chapter I know, This chapter had to be short because of PTATF Act 2 chapter 2. Oh, the joys of writing two fic each fic you are enjoying to write.

Before the comment section explodes please note that moonrise and moonset change every day depending on the Phase of the moon.

Average Moonrise and set times depending on the phase:

New Moon: Sunrise and Sunset.

Waxing Cresent Moon: 9 a.m. and 9 p.m.

First Quarter Moon: 12 p.m. and 12 a.m.

Waxing Gibbous Moon: 3 p.m. and 3 a.m.

Full moon: 6 p.m. and 6 a.m.

Waning Gibbous Moon: 9 p.m. and 9 a.m.

Third Quarter Moon: 12 a.m. and 12 p.m.

Waning Cresent Moon: 3 a.m. and 3 p.m.

Now in response to a few comments I got: I know I am not the best at romance and I am seeking to improve it. However, because I know I am not the best at that particular aspect of writing it will take a backseat, it will still be there just as a minor role, like in Honor thy Blood by TBR {please read this fic its the best).

please read and review I read every review and comment and I try to use the advice to improve my writing. I also try to reply to every review however sometimes that may not be possible.