Chapter one part 2: re edited.
When she drank the wine this evening to forget the fear in her heart she didn't expect Harry Potter to scream loudly her name.
She would kill right now to have three bottles of alcohol in her system.
But the fates were cruel and towards her, it had great grudge. And she can't blame fate, she was not in its favour for a reason.
One hour ago she was sitting in the Greengrass balcony staring at the sky, she knew something was off tonight…
Daphne Greengrass kept feeling a pain in her chest the whole day and her stomach kept twisting in knots, she tried to pray perhaps this feeling would wear off soon.
Her prayers didn't help, so she headed to the other option that was available.
She was resting her back on one of the Roman pillars of her balcony overlooking the garden of the house,
Daphne was sitting on the ledge, one foot over one ledge and the other swinging on the outside in the air.
A glass of wine in her hand.
For a well-mannered girl, that behavior was not indicative of any sophistication, but there was no one to judge her tonight but the elves to report to their master.
She stared at the moon, the sky was very clear, and she could count the stars. A July night for sure.
This night was one of the quietest nights that she has been through inside the walls of this manor, yet this calm and serenity was not of the kind that bodes well. It was that calm before the storm that would destroy everything that comes in its face.
The Garden of Lady Greengrass down wasn't the best view she would ask for—or at least that was what she kept calling the woman that raised her and her garden in secret and in the deepest thoughts of her mind.
The Greengrass had gone on a little vacation overseas but she had declined the invitation to join in—she started to feel uncomfortable with the travels, especially if it wasn't with those she loved,ever since she was young.
'Every time I leave, something bad happens,' she started to believe.
While she kept staring, she didn't feel like someone was standing in her bed-chamber—or rather, she was pretending not to sense it, knowing very well why that person was there in the first place but keeping lying to herself that it was one of her mind's delusions...
"You can get out, Eva…" she ducked her head with a chuckle? Or a pity laughter, swallowing her fears in her throat.
Playing with her glass of wine.
"My lady," Eva bowed to Daphne as she came out to the light, now that Daphne was seeing her clearly she stood and walked back to her bedchamber, passing her.
"If it's not good news you better not to say it," she said coolly.
Eva seemed unable to look at her not able to let the words come out of her mouth and for a while Daphne wished that she didn't say that.
Daphne took a deep breath then spoke quietly this time. "Who won?"
Eva bit her inner cheek, Daphne threw that wine glass off the balcony and stood, her fingers tangled together, her hands were shaking but tried to stay still. "Where is he ? where is my brother?" Her voice crackled.
Eva's crimson eyes only got redder from the upcoming tears, her lips quivered and Daphne only shook her head softly.
"My lady…" Eva whispered and Daphne shook her head softly again.
"Our prince… he left this world," Eva said the last part of her sentence as if she had her last breath.
Daphne felt a sudden chill swept through her, and her knees gave out, she didn't want to hear it that clear.
"My condolences." Eva whispered.
Daphne fought her weakness and moved closer to the tall woman and asked, "how did it happen?"
Eva's stare couldn't meet with Daphne's.
"Where is he?" The blonde witch asked again, staring in disbelief, holding Eva's arms tightly.
Eva finally glanced her "My lady…I-It was...It was a fair duel,"
With those simple words Daphne backed away from Eva, her breath was stuck in her throat and her tears that were stuck in her eyes couldn't yet fall. Time slowed down and everything around her became soundless, It wasn't what she hoped her prayers to guide her to. Her mind became blank for a short moment before her legs started moving on their own into the bedroom.
And with those steps she made she remembered him, her sweet brother's words to her.
Daphne was holding her brother's hands in hers and staring in his ice lilac eyes, her sweet brother Eros was about to depart for a fated destiny on a gambled destination,
"Be careful, you are the most important person to me in this World." she said in pain.
Her brother smiled down at her, and that only scared her more.
"I can not survive if something happens to you!" she pleaded, jumping at him directly as if her life depended on it.
"Do not worry about me, little sis… ," He said, cheerfully. "I will win and free you…"
"You'll see…" his faded voice in her memory said.
She opened her wardrobe and softly grasped a few clothes and headed toward the bathroom.
Stripping off her clothes she entered the shower, not bothering for the cold water that hit her skin. And she cried silently, under the shower for some time. "You didn't keep your words you stupid,"
She wiped her face, and started to wash away the negative vibration that was taking over her body, she needed to get ready for this night for it will be a long one.
She picked the long, black dress with lace sleeves that covered her body well, the dark colour of grievances.
When she returned to the bed-chamber with the black dress hugging her body, she heard some protests in Eva's voice and gave her a murderous glance before she put on a black-hooded cloak around her shoulders.
Eva stood behind her and fixed her hair in a way to comfort her, "he is a good one…"
"Are you scared that I may escape," she smiled at the woman.
"I know you wouldn't," Eva said, tapping her shoulders. "As for the sex–"
Daphne stood up immediately, glancing at her look in the mirror. " We better not let the groom wait then," the last thing she would want to discuss the facts of how to have sex with who she used to be her nanny once upon a time.
Eva nodded and held her hand to apparate from the room to the abandoned church.
"Ready?"
"Now or never," Daphne breathed out, she would lie if she said she wasn't nervous like hell she was, she heard voices inside; she knew she was going to marry but she never knew whom...
Her brother had told her that this was her only chance and of course, she wanted to refuse at first, but her devotion for her brother stopped her.
She was, after all, so loyal to him—more than anyone—and that's why she was ready—or so she thought.
'They killed me with you,' she thought as if she spoke to the ghost of her brother.
Her hands turned to fists as she clenched at her own cloak tightly so that her knuckles turned white.
Berz was the one who will marry her off, and she can't even escape in his presence, he would kill her even if she thought about it.
She sat quietly not even glancing up, she kept thinking of the hell she had been through and the hell she was about to get through on her own now, her brother was her source of safety, he really did her great favour to live peacefully away from everyone.
'Why did you had to lose you idiot!' she punched her thigh. She never felt threatened, until tonight.
Shit! Cyrus Greengrass will finally find his own way with her unless she marries this man and dear God, if she hasn't promised Eros, she would prefer to be single and with no children.
Will her soon-to-be husband be a good man to be with her?
What about Cyrus Greengrass? what would happen of him and his family when he discovered her running away?
How would she serve her duty to her husband? She couldn't have her first night with him? She trust Eros's judgment but fuck she was not ready!
She was getting a headache and some whispers tried to break into her mind at the moment, 'Go away!' she shook her head.
Was the man a wizard or a demon? She shivered for the last thought, wishing him to be a wizard, demons are dangerous wicked creatures. Of course it can't be a demon, that would be ridiculous.
"WAIT... WHAT! WIFE? WHOSE... NOT ME... WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME... WHAT THE HELL ..SIRIUS!" A big yell came from the man down the aisle, it was a young voice and familiar one, wait a minute… it can't be, she was probably drunk to think of certain gryffindor she never interacted with in the first place.
Apparently no one told him about his betrothal from the way he reacted to the news, and apparently now he knew on his wedding night.
'this will be a long night,' Daphne sighed.
There was an argument between the four down the aisle, and suddenly the woman Eva grabbed a man from behind and through him down, while the other was going to attack.
Daphne rolled her eyes, she knew this behavior very well, they were blackmailing the groom. She can't believe that they are forcing him to marry her.
Typical of the fucking Vasilian ways.
There, she couldn't handle the situation anymore, if the man didn't want her as a wife then it better not to force him, so she decided to stand up and stop this ridiculous play from playing around.
She wasn't a bitch to force someone to handle her, even if it was her brother's last wish, this was too much.
She can find a solution to herself outside the world, she would work and live on her own accord, and not relying on the Greengrass family's fortune.
She finally decided to glance up and stop this ridiculous play when she saw them.
This can't be right?
Sirius Black the mass murderer who was the right hand of Lord Voldemort, was standing in front of her. Perfect!
Can this be any better,' she glanced at Eva who paid no attention, focused on the man on his knees.
And her other guess of the owner of the voice seemed correct, she wasn't drunk after all!
That was her betrothed that her brother chose for her. Of all people.
Is this some kind of punishment or a insult to the family? Or was this divine justice, to marry someone like her.
"Even If I marry her, how would I explain having a girl with me, what I will introduce her like, my girlfriend or what! This stupid," the boyishly voice said.
Oh, is Merlin fucking with her right now? Potter?
'fuck me!' She shook her head twice, and gave herself a mental slap, okay A young groom but a Potter.
The famous Boy-who-lived Potter! She tried not to jerk from shock and surprise.
There was only one big with this scar on his forehead, her breath hitched in her throat.
She was facing the boy that won the tournament last month and escaped death .
'Did he agree ? oh, he did, unless he was a gentleman or a fool hero.'
Who was she kidding, she was relieved that he accepted. She couldn't break her brother's word,she loved–
She stopped moving for a second and her mind went black, her chest tightened suddenly, did she just use the past sentence for her brother already…
She couldn't believe it, her inner mind was already accepting the news.
She took a few quick breaths and stood up now, "You don't need to be worried about this, I won't even be around you, Potter,"
'I can do this, I promised him,' she encouraged herself with each step, Daphne was getting married to Harry Potter, the archer enemy of Draco Malfoy.
What a story to tell huh.
He turned to her and his reaction was like hers.
She tried to keep herself calm but he couldn't.
"DAPHNE GREENGRASS!?" the boy with glasses shouted.