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Chapter 16
A woman with brown curly hair sat waiting for someone in an empty restaurant facing the stage, a thick black notebook lay on top of the table with a quill hovering just above it ready to take notes.
She looked around at the restaurant , it was a French one with the decor and design of Versailles.
"I apologize for my delay, the muggle traffic is hard to escape." A second voice came from the back as someoneentered.
"I just arrived as well Miss Greengrass," the brown haired woman said with a patient smile.
Daphne took off her white faux-fur coat and handed it to the valet alongside her purse and sat down facing the woman.
"You look fine Madam Astrid Westwood!" Daphne greeted smiling.
"Why are you here Daphne?" Astrid asked, crossing her leg under and taking the quill and notebook in her hands.
"Don't worry, you can let it fly in the air, I booked the whole place just for us, I thought it would be better if I choose a muggle place, besides it's one of my favorites, it helps me talk freely, better than your little cabinet, no offence, " Daphne answered.
"None taken, You haven't come to your summer sessions, why did you call me now?" Astrid asked.
"Isn't it your job to help me when I need you? " Daphne answered.
"True, but I'm the one who should ask questions here, I'm the therapist, " Astrid eyed her and Daphne laughed.
Astrid Westwood was a witch and one of the greatest mind healers in Britain, and Daphne's therapist for the last two years.
"You haven't answer me yet Daphne,"
she remarked again.
"I thought I should distance myself, away from everyone...you see… I lost a very important person, that I loved the most in this world this summer..." Daphne answered looking at her hands.
"I'm sorry for your loss ,and did isolation help with it?"
"Hmm, it did, for some time," she answered .
"How was it, your feelings about grief?"
"Astrid, I'm experienced enough with grieving… yet… I couldn't shed a tear for him , not even once," she stated with pain in her voice.
"Why? You used to cry a lot," Astrid smiled.
Daphne couldn't hide her chuckle,
"Perhaps, because I still can't believe it happened in the first place."
"Grief comes in different shapes, but not shedding tears! It's not good for you."
"I had a distraction," Daphne blurted out.
Astrid raised her brows signalling her to continue.
"I'm keeping myself busy you know, praying, studying, doing pottery, things of the upper society," she smiled. 'And Harry's company too' she wanted to say too but couldn't.
"That's good, but you need to eventually face the facts and the truth. This person you lost, you need to accept his death," she said, fixing her with a dark stare.
"It's easy for you to say it, but I can't...I don't even know where he has been buried. I don't even know if they had a funeral for him," she said her eyes reddening from unshed tears.
The waiter came with a food carriage and started filling the tablefollowingwhich he bowed and left.
Daphne pulled herself together and waved her hand at Astrid to eat.
"You have to deal with it eventually," Astrid said.
"Perhaps you are right. I'm dealing with it, I'm pretending to forget then maybe one day I will truly forget," she sighed.
"Forgetting is a part of our human nature, without it humans won't be able to move on,"
"But I can't," Daphne looked away.
"How about the nightmares? Do you still have them?" Astrid changed the topic.
"Not lately… I had a dream, a vision days ago… but it was hard to say if it was a nightmare, "
"Can you tell me about it?" Daphne remembered the dream like it had just happened.
"It was a man, I could recognize him but he was having something, something I want, he looked as if he earned it."
Astrid hummed and her quill kept writing.
"And what do you want?"
"I don't know."
Astrid went quiet for a moment then asked again.
"Daphne, I don't believe this is what you truly want to talk about,"Astrid stated.
Daphne let a long loud sigh.
"I want to be better, it happened again the evil thoughts, the power," Daphne cleared her throat.
Astrid leaned forward giving her a sign to continue talking.
"At first It was because… because when that person died, I lost the feeling, hope, life, love… I'm in adilemma, hate or love," she looked at her hands.
"I- I act with my mind, not with my heart and, and I end up hurting people that I care for… because," she let out a hard breath.
"Because?"
"Because I'm afraid that I will lose them if I showed any true affection."
"Daphne there is no need to be afraid."
Daphne shook her head in denial.
"Are you afraid of losing them because of what you are capable of doing to them?"
Daphne nodded.
"How about your medicines, do you still take them?"
Daphne nodded twice.
"Daphne, your sickness is nothing but a delusion of your mind," the therapist sighed.
Daphne ducked her head grumpily.
"It's not a delusion!" she snapped then apologized for raising her tone and fixed herself.
"How could you be sure that you are still seeing them, the ghosts?" Astrid said carefully.
Daphne flinched at the last word and shook her head.
"You can't live forever having a round of drugs each night," the healer raised her brows in concern.
"How would you know? They are keeping me sane, if I don't take them… Either I lose control over my magic and end up in a fucking scandalous disaster, or I see them!"
"Dap-"
"No, I have to be better. I have to! 'for Harry' there is no one to clean after my shit this time!" Daphne let out a weary sigh, leaning back to her chair massaging her temples.
The quill stopped writing and Astrid leaned in her chair.
"Your can't cage your magic forever, otherwise you will never be able to tame it,"
"––If you are afraid this much of making messes, try to avoid them from happening."
"As long as I'm caging myself it won't happen, I control my emotions very well but lately, lately I have started to feel that it's so wrong, to be this way. But it's not easy it never was," Daphne buried her face into her hands trying not to cry.
"Who did you hurt?"
"What?" Daphne stumbled over her words.
"Who did you hurt? You want to heal yourself yet you refuse the treatment," the therapist continued,"you can't expect people to stay if you know that you are hurting them, you can't keep pushing them.
You want them by your side but you're afraid that they may hurt you first so you act primarily before they do," Astrid said firmly.
Daphne bit her lower lip and kept her gaze fixed on the woman.
"––This is a wrong way of living, you must face your fears like I always told you to, it will help you get over it, you can't expect someone to be nice to you if you can't be in return, we can't make any progress if you are being stubborn about it."
"I know it's wrong, I know I'm hurting myself by hurting those around me, I know I'm messed up, or else why would I want help?" Daphne snapped.
"I don't want to hurt anyone, not anymore."
Shortly after that, Astrid stood up and Daphne as well,
"Daphne, your problem lies in forgiveness, you need to forgive who hurt you," Astrid said softly then bid her goodbyes saying that they would meet very soon.
Alone in the empty restaurant. Daphne kept looking into the mirage.
"It's easy for you to say this," Daphne muttered.
She had called the therapist to guide her or advise her about her problem, she knew she had made a mistake with Harry and she needed to fix it.
A waiter approached her asking if she would want a dessert.
Daphne looked to him for a moment before she answered.
"Yes, please."
When the waiter moved away she called him.
"Is there any entertainment?" she asked and the waiter nodded and left.
Shortly the waiter arrived with some dessert and a group of musicians took their positions on the stage with a main male singer in the middle.
"Is there any specification, Mademoiselle?" The waiter asked her.
She pursed her lips for a second and thought before replying.
"Yes please, Parla Piu Piano," she requested an Italian song.
The waiter went to the stage and the singer glanced at Daphne and nodded smiling, she gave him a respectful and thankful nod as he started.
It began with the sound of the piano, she leaned to the chair listening to the echo of its keys filling the air, joined soon bythe singer's voice.
she was watching them, letting the angelic voice reach her ears,
Parla più piano e nessuno sentirà
Il nostro amore lo viviamo io e te
Nessuno sa la verità
Nemmeno il cielo che ci guarda da lassù
Speak softly and no one will hear,
We are living our love,
You and I,
No one knows the truth,
Not even heaven that watches us from above.
Hearing and sensing the words, her mind was on Harry.
The music was soothing, piano, violin and guitar, just these three instruments alongside the male voice She closed her eyes in agony,
thinking about the therapist's words.
Meanwhile at Grimmauld place, Sirius was standing outside Harry's room knocking , hoping his godson would open the door for him.
Hermione approached in quiet steps, and stared between the door and Sirius.
"Is he still at it?" she asked
.
"He didn't eat even once," he answered with anger in his voice.
"It's been three days," she whispered.
"It's all because of them," his jaw clenched.
Hermione knew that he was referring to the Weasleys, Harry had locked himself for three nights, without food or anything. He even threw the portraits that were inside the room down the hall, so no one knew what he was doing inside.
Sirius, Remus, Hermione and even Tonks had begged him to get out, but he refused. He was blaming himself for Arthur's death and the family said nothing in return which made things even worse, sure Molly and Ron wanted to see him around without even saying it.
Sirius kept knocking firmly on the door swearing to break it but Hermione stopped him putting her hand gently on his chest to calm him.
.
"Leave it to me," Hermione said softly.
She took a deep breath and knocked softly on the door.
"Harry, this is me, can you let me in, please?" she requested as if she was speaking to an angry child.
Few minutes later when the two heard nothing they gave up and were about to leave when they heard the door crack a bit.
Hermione stared at Sirius who nodded at her that it was okay.
She entered closing the door quietly behind her,
She scanned the room with wide eyes, it was messed up, the bed was messy.
Clothes everywhere, books piled around the whole floor, some open to promising passages, she knew the books, it was all from the Black library, Sirius had allowed them to use it.
She looked into one of the book's titles 'The Veil of Possessing' .
The title startled her and she froze.
She looked up at him, he was standing at the window staring outside with his arms behind his back holding a book.
"What is all this?" she asked, reaching over one of the books and snatching it.
Harry turned to her with an emotionless face, dark circles under his eyes.
He hadn't been sleeping at all. And his face was as pale as a ghost.
"Harry, these books can be dangerous."
"..."
He punched one of the posts of his bed before sinking onto his mattress. His expression of anger then gradually faded into one of pale sadness.
"Harry?" Hermione attempted, slowly approaching the bed. "Are you alright?"
When he did not answer and simply continued staring at the wall, she frowned and paused at the side of his bed.
"Harry, please talk to me," she whispered.
"There's nothing to talk about."
The witch narrowed her brow and perched on the edge of the mattress. "What about what happened?"
The boy inched away from her and tightened his arms around his waist. "I can't talk about that."
"But –"
"I prefer to stay away from you all," he muttered." The decent thing you could do is to do the same."
Blowing out an irritated breath, the witch slouched slightly and glanced about the room. When her gaze was drawn by the blur of movement coming from his nightstand, she bit her lip hesitantly and reached for the framed photograph of his parents dancing in front of a stone fountain.
Hermione glanced concernedly at the rigidly silent boy lying beside her before returning her attention to the photograph.
"Harry?" she came closer to him.
He didn't move at all, staring at her.
It scared her.
"You don't believe that you may actually be possessed, do you?" she asked with worry.
He pulled himself away from her. Hermione never hesitated and stuttered in her life.
"Harry, please talk to me?" she whispered.
"Do you think," he hissed, "that I don't know what you are all whispering about me?"
Hermione's eyes went wide. She had heard about the Order's fears about Harry's mysterious connection with Voldemort.
Mad-Eye had given instructions not to say or do anything suspicious around Harry. Eventually everyone became afraid of him now.
"Har–"
"Don't!" he snapped, "I don't need any pity."
"I'm not pitying you!" she snapped back. "Look at you, you're only hurting yourself and those who care for you."
"I didn't ask anyone to care for me, I didn't let you in, to tell me what to do! What do you want , say and leave." His jaw tightened.
Hermione felt tears filling her eyes.
"I'm just worried about are not Harry!" she yelled.
"Hermione."
"What?"
"Why are you still here?"
She wrapped her arms about her torso, unnerved by the coldness of his tone. "Har –"
"Go away."
"But –"
"GET OUT!" the boy screamed, pushing onto his elbows so that he could face her.
Eyes widened, Hermione jerked to her feet and stared at his dark expression in fear. And then in the blink of an eye, it disappeared once again into sorrowed exhaustion, and Harry slumped back against the mattress.
"Please, just go away," he muttered.
She ran out of the room and blew out a panicked breath, placing her hands against her forehead. She had seen Harry get angry before, and he had seemed to momentarily lose control overhimself a few times, but it had never been like that. She had never been frightened by him, but the look that had been in his eyes had caused her stomach to twist and her hair to stand on end.
Once the door was closed Harry let out a harsh breath.
He had closed on himself just to protect them from him, he couldn't sleep afraid that he might wake up with the blood of an innocent life in his hands.
He isolated himself from those he loved, afraid that he would do the same thing he did to Arthur, the man's image still lingering over his memory.
"Dobby."
"You called for Dobby, great Harry Potter," Dobby appeared.
"Cast silencing charm around the room, I don't want anything to be heard nor I want to hear anything outside this room," Harry requested the house elf and the latter complied gladly and popped off.
Harry went to the bathroom to wash his face.
He felt tears in his eyes.
He felt wrong.
Felt useless.
Daphne's words were screaming in his head. 'Don't fall in love.'
Voldemort's words were screaming in his head, 'There is only power.'
And those who are too weak to seek it,
Weak to seek it.
His head was hurting like hell, he tried to massage his temples, it wasn't working.
Maybe for what he did Harry felt emptiness.
He never, not even once had thought that he would hate this world.
But he did.
He lifted his head looking at his reflection at the mirror and was disgusted by his face,
'I am useless. Nothing. Worthless. Burden. Piece of shit. Pathetic. Everybody hates me. Ron hates me. Voldemort wants to see me dead. Everyone called me a liar. Everyone turned their backs on me when I needed them. I never wanted this life, I didn't want to be thrown back into it, nothing strange that Daphne too hates me. I ruined up everything. So what's the point? I can't even do anything right.'
"This is the second time you weren't able to save someone, you freak!" He hissed in disgust. The Dursleys were right, he was a bad omen.
When Hermione left the room running she leaned to the nearest wall, to keep herself up on her feet, feeling tears falling like rivers out of her eyes. She tried to hush her cries by keeping her hand over her mouth.
She heard a door open, when she stared at it she found Sirius looking at her gravely.
She didn't even realize that she was standing at his chamber's door.
"Mione!?" he asked worried.
She tried to look away but he put his fingers on her chin and bowed to look at her face.
"He hates me Sirius, Harry hates me," Hermione said between her sobs.
"What, em-"he looked around awkwardly.
Sirius finding a girl crying like shit over his door wasn't a good image, if someone saw them, they might be misunderstood and they would think that he was the one who made her cry.
"Come in," Sirius moved aside to let her enter his room and closed the door.
She sank to his bed and cried until there were no more tears left.
"He wasn't himself," she finally cleared her throat.
Sirius blinked a few times, he knew Harry was angry at everyone and at himself but he never expected to hear it from Hermione.
He pulled her into a hug, soothing her, yet it wasn't working.
Suddenly, in the middle of her sobs, Hermione felt something soft and furry nudging at her side.
She looked down and was face to face with a large black dog. She almost screamed with shock but controlled herself.
"Pa... Padfoot! What the hell are you doing?"
The dog ignored her worried questions and nuzzled against her cheeks as if trying to brush the tears away. Hermione giggled due to his fur tickling her in the process.
When Sirius felt the tears dried out her eyes, he shifted back to his human form.
"How are you feeling now?" he raised his eyebrows at her.
She smiled at him, "Much better. "
"Good, from now on I don't want to see any tears in your eyes, your beauty, youth, and vitality should not wither. I don't want to see this sad face again, understand?" he said and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Bu-"
"Ah,ah," Sirius interrupted her with his index finger on her lips.
"Understood," he assured.
Hermione nodded bluntly at him.
He took her tiny hands in his and stared deeply at her.
Hermione could swear that his gaze was getting into her soul.
"Kitten, don't ever think for a slight moment you are hated, Harry loves you so much, we all do…you are the brightest witch of your age. You did some things we adults wouldn't be even able to do. You saved all of us more than once."
He leaned and kissed the back of her hand and whispered "Thank you."
Then he lifted his head to look at her again.
Hermione's brown eyes met with Sirius's deep grey ones and they shared a moment of silence
When his finger left her soft lips, neither of them knew which one was leaning to the other first.
Remus bursted into the room which caused the witch and the wizard to jump and pull apart.
Hermione was frustrated and panicked, with embarrassment she ran away from them.
Remus started with confusion at his best mate who brushed his hair from anxiety.
"I don't think this is all because of Arthur's." Remus pointed out in a low tone full of warning.
Sirius glanced at his friend with an unbelievable expression.
"Mo–"
"No, don't explain just be careful," Remus raised his hand to silence his friend. "Harry's problem should be solved."
"I know Monny, he doesn't listen," he hissed.
"Perhaps he may listen," Remus raised a brow, "to her," he finished in soft tone
Remus looked down at him, Sirius was scratching his beard in deep thinking.
Suddenly his face lightened up.
"Moony! You are a genius," Sirius exclaimed with happiness to his mate and crushed him in a hug before running into his bathroom,
leaving a stunned Remus Lupin alone.
Harry was still staring at himself as he dug through the cabinet beneath the sink looking for tools to clear up the mess with.
Everytime he looked in the bloody mirror,
He saw them, all of them.
Arthur's bloody face seconds before his death,
He blinked again to see Cedric's lifeless and pale face after Wormtail's Avada staring at him.
He washed his hands with so much force that he could see his skin redden.
Silence fell.
When he glanced once more at the mirror he saw them
James and Lily Potter.
But all he felt was rage. Murderous rage that burned scalding hot in his veins, in his chest, at himself.
The angry blood burned his face and he started feeling hot and flushed.
His nostrils flared as he started pacing furiously around the small bathroom, his hands curling into a tightened fist until his nails dug painfully into his rough skin. He needed to get rid of the rage and abhorrence blazing ardently like flames in his chest, the rage and abhorrence so fucking strong that it literally hurt.
He punched the mirror and slid off all the items on top of the sink and the cabinets.
Shards of glasses slid ,clattering into the floor.
Harry wasn't satisfied when he entered his room. That feeling resurrected in him, he punched the wall, hurled things at it, and turned over tables until everything laid broken before him on the floor. He pulled at his hair, and then pounded the wall some more.
Tears streamed down his cheeks as he clutched protectively at his abdomen, guilt and remorse still swimming nauseatingly in his gut in the midst of it all.
And when it felt safe enough, he turned away and sat on the cold ground, sobbing quietly as a shaky hand slowly rose up to clutch at his ducked head while the other still remained wrapped around his stomach.
Harry watched through wet eyes the mess he caused.
Daphne returned late to the manor after her meeting with the therapist to find the family sitting at the sofa in the great hall.
"Daphne! Welcome back," Eleanor greeted her with a pleasant smile. A smile that could hide thousands of wicked plots.
"Join us, dear," Cyrus called.
She came closer feeling her youngest sister's eyes on her.
"We have a great news dearest," Eleanor exclaimed happily looking at her husband.
"How was your meeting? I was surprised when I heard of changing places!?" Cyrus wondered.
"Forgive me, it was a very last moment arrangement," Daphne cleared her voice. Changing place of the rendezvous was a very last minute move, knowing that Cyrus would want to know about the session.
Daphne had booked the restaurant, because the owner was a close friend to the Davis family, and Tracey herself did the whole thing.
Knowing that Astrid was under the Unbreakable Vow, she will not say anything.
"Her cabinet is a small space, I couldn't feel comfortable there," she apologized .
"Doesn't matter, there is great news as my lovely wife said–" Cyrus smiled and Daphne noticed the parchment in his hands.
"Wife, daughters… Lucius Malfoy will hold on the New Year's Eve a masquerade ball, and he would be honored to have you two attending it, "he explained.
Astoria jumped, clapping with happiness, but Daphne was surprised.
She looked at her father with wide eyes. And realized that it wasn't her own imagination.
Why would Cyrus suddenly take her to the party of one of the richest men in the wizarding world where all the high noble men and heads of the houses of the Sacred twenty eight would be there present.
Any slight move from her and they will recognize her.
Now she is in a sea of worries, and fear, this could be a trap?
"Father, if my memory serves me right, I'm not allowed to attend any kind of gatherings," she stated the obvious.
Cyrus fixed his seating position and looked at her with a serious face.
"Indeed, but this one, I would allow you to. First it's a masquerade, no one will recognize you, second you are representing my house Daphne as eldest , people know you as my mysterious heiress daughter, they will one day question your presence around… you are a Greengrass heiress and you will attend," his voice was sharp enough to show some serious threat. He stood up and glanced at his wife who was silent looking down at the floor.
While Astoria's face was showing her anger and jealousy.
"Eleanor will take care of everything for you, " he said heading upstairs to his own chambers.
Eleanor stared at her with a faint smile.
"Don't worry, the gown and everything will be prepared, compared to the Malfoys we are nothing but kittens in front of tigers. I will require « The Dauphin» the best designer of France to be our dressmaker, my hair stylist Rafael will do the rest for the makeup and stuff...Astoria you will be stunning at the ball," she said squeezing her daughter's hands.
Daphne excused herself from their presence and wished them goodnight. Once the doors of her chamber closed behind her she gasped for air as she trailed into her bathroom to wash herself.
When she finished her shower, her attention went to her image on the mirror. She could see some envy in her eyes.
Seeing Eleanor embrace Astoria had made her jealous.
She missed her mother.
She smirked at herself with pity, "This is so silly."
She raised her eyes one more time before leaving the bathroom to find a silvery dog in front of her. It caused her to fall back, wrapping the towel around to cover herself.
A Patronus!?
"Princess, it's Padfoot, my pup needs help, I tried everything but he isn't doing well and I-I'm freaking out, he needs you, come, please," the patronus said before it disappeared in the air, leaving a shocked Daphne behind.
'Harry!'
Without any further thought, she had a fireplace hooked up to the Floo system in her main chambers.
She tossed in the Floo powder and immediately called Tracey. It only took a minute before Tracey came up to the fireplace and saw Daphne's head waiting there for her.
"Daphne, do you realize what time it is? Is everything okay,"
"I swear this is important. Can I come over?"
Tracey looked confused.
"There is no time," she hissed under her breath desperately.
Tracey nodded, Daphne ran to the door to get out when the realization of her naked form hit her, she hurried through her wardrobe, grabbing the nearest clothes her eyes caught, and raced down to the direction of the main chambers of the manor, knocking eagerly.
Cyrus opened the door wearing his night robes.
"Daphne? Is something wrong?"
Soon Eleanor joined him from behind.
"Yes, my friend Tracey needs me, she didn't say a lot but I have to go and see her myself," she lied breathlessly.
Cyrus looked at Eleanor, who nodded at him.
"Very well, but don't stay long," he approved.
"Come back before Wednesday, the Dauphin will arrive to take measurements," Eleanor cleared up.
That gave her three days. Good.
Daphne was soon careening wildly down one of the many staircases.
One wrong step would have sent her flying ,flipping her head over heels down the marble steps. She paid little thought to this, she was focused on Sirius Black's letter.
'Oh Harry!I knew something was wrong.'
Daphne had these bad feelings hovering over her for days, feeling her heart clenching. She tried to distract herself of it, but now…
she was blaming herself for being a reckless, useless wife.
Daphne didn't take long to be at Tracey's house, soon as she arrived she closed on herself inside her friend's bathroom and called herself elf.
"Mistress!" Twinky greeted Daphne excitedly hugging her leg.
Daphne bowed towards Twinky holding the elf's shoulders.
"Twinky, I need to ask you a favor."
"Anything Mistress!" Twinky said with determination.
Daphne took off some hair strands of her own hair and gave it to Twinky.
"Pretend to be me," Daphne ordered the elf and she nodded. Twinky crashed the hair in her hands and flames burned it, minutes later, Twinky transfigured into Daphne Greengrass even wearing the same clothes as her.
Daphne let Tracey enter the bathroom,
Tracey eyes widened at the twin copies, confused who was the real one. Until Daphne spoke up.
"Tracey, this is my em, me," she was confused about how she should introduce Winkey.
The elf went slightly to the role of Daphne.
"I'm Daphne Greengrass Missy," Winkey greeted.
Daphne glanced back and forth between the two, it was awkward to see herself talk.
"Tracey, just act as if she was me, while I'm away, just one rule. Don't. Let. Her. Drink," Daphne stated, then she pushed them out of the bathroom and called Dobby to tell Sirius that she was coming.
She looked at herself in the mirror, she had come in a hurry, and she didn't even fix herself.
Dobby reappeared again and took her hand and apparated her inside the darkness of Grimmauld Place.
The room was dark and in it, Sirius Black was waiting for her.
"My lady."
"My lord."
She took a seat by his side on the bed as he started telling her about the last weeks, about Harry. To his surprise, Daphne let out a moan of pain and buried her face in her hands.
"I didn't know that it would affect him this far," she admitted painfully.
"What will affect him?" he arched a brow.
Daphne was about to say something but she heard some noise outside Sirius's room.
"Don't worry, that's my mother yelling at one of my guests probably," he said smiling.
"My lady,"
"Please, call me Daphne. I'm not a princess and as far as I know I'm like your daughter-in-law," Daphne interrupted, smiling.
"Very well, and how many times should I tell you to call me Sirius?" he replied.
"How did you manage to arrive? I know it was reckless of me to tell you, but I was desperate," he lowered his head, embarrassed.
"For Harry, I will fly to the moon and back."
"Shall we?" he guided her to the door.
"I apologize about the appearance of the house, it was abandoned for so long," Sirius said.
"No need, I have seen the worst," she joked. Before reaching the knob Sirius stopped and glanced at her with a sad expression then turned his glance to the door.
"Harry, he is yet a child who was forced to grow up too quickly…," Sirius sighed without looking at her.
Daphne didn't need to hear anything knowing everything about Harry already…she herself was a victim of this wild, monstrous world.
She smiled faintly and turned to the black haired man with grey eyes, this was the first time she was having a real talk with him in person.
"Harry has a kind heart...patience, this is just a dark cloud and soon will disappear, each cloud has a ray of light … you and Harry will not have to hide you relatively from anyone, I promise," she softly said to Sirius who brushed his hair a bit anxiously.
"You Vasilians always promise us," he murmured.
Daphne wondered what he meant, she wanted to say something but there will be another time to talk.
Sirius guided her secretly to Harry's room making sure to not be seen, she felt as if it was a lifetime as she walked toward it.
Approaching the old wooden door she took a deep breath.
She took a deep breath when she heard Sirius whispering 'Alohomora'.
Daphne turned one last time to Sirius before entering her husband's room.
"Can you–," before she could finish he interrupted her.
"I will cast silencing charms," he assured her and she nodded at him. She pushed the door stepping inside the dark room, closing it gently .
Daphne froze in the doorway at the sight that greeted her, the room was in mess.
She scanned the room. This wasn't like Harry at all, she knew him for being organized and liked the place around him to be clean.
As she stepped further, she heard a crack of something break under her feet, she looked down at the broken glass under her, each piece reflecting her face.
She closed her eyes from the painful scene.
How could she let this happen? In the middle of the mess there was someone laid on his stomach on the bed with nothing but his boxers on and a book on top of his head.
Slowly she reached him, sliding a finger over to the book.
It was about...exorcism?
'Oh Harry what are you doing with such a dark book?' she was screaming initially.
He was having a troubled sleep, the dark circles under his eyes showed that.
She ran her palm over his soft warm cheek, caressing it, she missed his skin. It was cold?
"Harry…," she whispered softly trying to wake him. She was taken by surprise at the next moment.
All she knew that she was pressed harshly against the wall with a wand in her neck and her arm pressed above her head,
His eyes were filled with danger. And she…
she was afraid and weak under his touch.
He didn't know that it was her, he was without his glasses and it was dark.
The faces were inches apart and they could feel each other's hot breaths.
" Who. Are. You?" he gritted his teeth.
" It's me, Harry, Rhaenys… your Rhaenys, " she answered eagerly.
Harry pressed his wand more into her throat which pained her.
" Liar!" he roared.
He couldn't recognize her. 'Does he think he is dreaming?'
" Wear your bloody glasses you idiot!" she screamed at him.
Daphne's back hit the wall again, momentarily knocking the breath out of her, as she was pushed against it, his sneering lips a breath away from hers, staring with fright into the blackness that was piercing through her very being.
His fingers curled around her arms, digging into her muscles, causing her to whimper in pain.
"Wake up!" she snapped at him resisting his clenched hands, afraid as images of someone she hated hovered over.
"Wake up, please!" she yelled helplessly this time
'That's enough!' she thought.
She gathered her bravery and boldness. And with the free left hand of hers, SLAP. It seemed to echo throughout the room.
Harry didn't react immediately when she slapped him, instead he slowly turned his head to look at her again, noticing a mix of anger and fear spreading across her face.
The slap woke him up, he looked for his glasses when he put them on and he was at the feet of his wife who was staring at him in return with an angry face.
"Rhae!?" Harry realized that it wasn't a dream, how couldn't he realize before, the scent of her perfume was too real to be a dream.
"Look at you… You look pathetic… And you were causing problems to your family and friends! … such a pity!" she said coolly, sending disgusted glares at him with crossed arms.
Harry pursed his lips and sat back on his bed.
" How did you come here?"
"Does it matter? More important is that I am here." she looked away.
"Why?"
She heard only this one word to know what he meant, she stared down at him and let a deep sigh escape.
"Why!? Because you're my husband and I care for you, that's why!"
"Can you stop the husband and wife bullshit, you made it very clear, didn't you… business you wanted I respected it, now answer me. Why the fuck are you here?" he roared at her.
Doesn't she have any heart? Is he a toy in her hands whatever she wanted to play with, does she think showing up and saying a few words he would forget what happened easily, she didn't even reply to his letter, nor had sent a word with the elves.
She slapped him again, "Watch your manners, Potter."
'Manners! And she speaks of manners too!' Harry could feel a vein pop up from anger in his head.
He turned away and muttered, "Leave."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked through clenched teeth, crossing her arms.
He slowly turned his head, eyes devoid of any emotion piercing through her, "Me? What the hell is wrong with you?" he returned. "Get out of my chamber! You were not invited!"
"I will not," she said in defiance.
"You have done nothing but play with my head and I'm over it. I'm not going to play whatever little game you've got going on!" he roared at her.
"Game? You want to know what game I'm playing?" she exclaimed, stepping closer to him. "I'm not playing any game Potter. I'm trying to deal with a situation that I was forced into!"
"Forced?" he shot back. "What kind of situation were you forced into, pray tell? You didn't have to train me. And if you'll recall I was living my life normally the one night my godfather appears and has me married to someone I barely know shit about. I haven't done anything to you. You've been the one to do and calculate for everything…or don't you remember? Maybe I should remind you?"
"Silence!" she growled. "I don't need reminders!" She ran a hand through her hair, control quickly slipping from her reach. "I'm reminded every time I walk in my bathroom, every time I see you in the classroom, every time I hear your voice in the hall, every time my head hits the pillow at night. Everytime I wake up. That's the whole problem!" she yelled breathlessly.
Harry took a glass of water by his bedside and threw it against a wall, oddly soothed by the shattering of the glass.
Daphne jumped at his sudden burst of rage and fear but didn't leave. "I never asked for a husband but I had no choice but to obey," she defended herself.
"I have them too but they're not making me a crazy heartless bitch. I'm not treating you nice one minute and bad the next. My god, Daphne, forgive me for sounding mad but I thought we were leading to something here. Do you just fondle blokes for the fun of it? Take them up to your soft side and play with them like a toy, promising them more and never planning on delivering?"
He was in front of her, towering above her, eyes shooting darts of rage from their blackness.
"Watch your attitude," he hissed. "I'm still your husband! And unfortunately I'm stuck with it."
"I might as well watch it, I always do" she spat back fighting the urge to cry at his painful statement.
"I knew that you were forced… I'm sorry but I was too, but, but I'm trying hard to work it, I don't want to–" The words were stuck in her throat.
He couldn't even look at her, nor listen to her, not anymore,
"I'm not fucking leaving anywhere," she said stubbornly.
He turned angry and she was a bit regretting her words.
He grasped her from her elbow and shoved her toward the door harshly.
"Leave," he repeated firmly. Throwing her at it, he could hear how harshly she was slammed against the door.
Daphne felt her blood boiling and her face getting red.
"Fine! It is my fault that I was worried about you, you don't deserve it!" she yelled, turning and reaching the knob of the door.
"But you should better think of an excuse to rest in the house, how did you manage to sneak a girl inside the house?" she said loudly enough for anyone outside the doors to hear.
Harry's eyes widened and reached for her hands before she opened the door, he pushed her aside and closed the door.
"You wouldn't dare." he hissed.
"Trust me, I would," she replied with a challenging glare.
Harry took a deep breath to stop himself from saying or doing anything he will regret.
He left her and went to his bed and laid there trying to sleep, leaving her standing alone in the corner of the room.
"Do whatever you want, I can't handle you anymore," he said, turning his back to her, closing his eyes.
'You can't expect someone to be nice to you if you can't be in return,'
Daphne bit her lips, she really didn't want to shed tears at the moment, she sat by his legs on the edge of the bed looking around the room,
Harry felt a weight on his bed but he didn't move.
'So this is his room' she thought.
She felt heat in her face to think that she was here with him almost naked only in his boxers.
"I'm sorry," she said playing with her fingers.
Harry said nothing.
"I'm sorry about what I said and what I did, about everything..." she said closing the distance between them.
"It doesn't matter, you were right anyway," Harry said without turning to her.
'Oh God, what have I done' guilt washed over her as she realized what she'd done.
Realized how much Harry wasn't her family. Wasn't her.
"I thought...I thought that this was the only way, to be safe," she stopped taking a deep breath. Glancing down at the palm of her hands, suddenly she shifted nervously on her feet and chewed on her lip,
Harry opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Safe from what? Me?"
Daphne sighed, searching for the best words for her confession, she turned to him, staring in his eyes.
"No, not you! I was, I was afraid, You stirred in me, feelings I thought only my brother deserved them."
Harry shifted into sitting properly on the bed, his elbow on his knee, listening to her.
"Of what and why?" he said with knitted brows, irritated and confused.
"That if I loved you, I will lose you too," she faced him with a sad hopeless face.
Harry's lips parted, unable to talk.
She stood up walking to the window, her gaze on the dark sky.
"Everyone I cared for and loved is dead, I believed that I will never have this kind of emotions, I vowed myself never to have them, then you showed up, "she turned to him with pink cheeks, and a sign of hope on her features.
"At first it was duty I said, marry and have sex with him and bear children to carry my blood, that was the plan…,"she smiled sadly.
Harry kept listening , unable to believe her.
" Then… I knew you, and you knew me… you cared for me… not for my status … I was starting not just to care for you, and I-I was scared if I encouraged those feelings, I may lose you too, and I don't want this to happen, I was afraid I would swear it with my own life," she finished with a shattered voice.
"Rhae…," he whispered her name. She had missed it so much, she let a loud moan.
"Don't call me by it, help me forget,"she begged as she leaned to the wall and trailed down to the floor.
"Don't fall in love', I didn't mean it actually… " she paused.
"I wanted to protect you… Love has a different dimension to me… we the royals as they call us," she pointed laughing.
" We don't feel, we don't use love...always duty...we dream of it...we imagine it...but we don't feel it…," she pitied herself wrapping her arms around herself knowing that he was staring and listening to her.
She was finally gonna say it, reveal it.
"—my mother was the only heiress of the king and she was engaged to my eldest uncle, he loved her truly, but my father was cleverer, smarter, he made her fall for him and she ended choosing him instead...she loved him so much that she submitted to him. He used her, once she produced his heir ,and slowly had her throne, he deserted her...yet she kept hoping that one day, the love of her life will return to her… she kept waiting until she died," she stared into his eyes.
A young Daphne was playing with her mother's jewelry as she always did, when she heard the door opening. She ran under the bed to surprise her sweet mother.
''I told you, never question me again! ''Chronos,' a firm voice yelled.
''Don't forget that this state belongs to me too,'' her mother replied.
Suddenly she heard a sharp slap, Daphne froze under the bed. And tried to steal a glance at what was happening.
Her father slapped her mother then pushed her to the bed.
''Never say that again, my blood is also a Vasilian, I have the right to rule the state,'' he hissed.
Daphne could hear clearly the tearing of clothes, the slaps and… her mother's screams of help…
"We all knew… what was happening in the private chambers of the king and queen… but no one could say anything…I witnessed it myself, "her arms tightened around her waist shaking the memories off after speaking out loud.
Daphne had never told anyone that she was there, she had kept this to herself for years, each secret in her heart was like a dagger, digging in her soul, with everyday she rose up from her bed.
Harry was silenced, he was abused, so was she, but her life was far fucked up then he assumed.
He never heard or saw stuff about sexual assaults.
"How old were you?" he cleared his throat.
"Four."
'Fuck!' he was frustrated and shocked from learning how young she was, when she had seen such a barbaric act.
"I don't want to end up like her," Daphne ducked her head with a tear in her eye.
She then tilted her head to the ceiling, and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
"I didn't want to be hurt by you, so I decided to hurt you first… I'm so sorry, please, forgive me please."
Harry finally understood why she was so hurt that night, it was not due to his actions, it was because she was afraid he would do the same thing to her. She had a bad image about love and family.
'I will never let you believe that again," Harry vowed.
He jumped next to her and the first thing she knew his arms wrapped around her and pulled her to him into a warm embrace.
He missed her touch, he missed her.
"Have you forgiven me? " she asked into his bare chest.
"I was never angry in the first place, well I was a little bit because you didn't reply or anything, but I don't think I was truly angry," he chuckled and kissed her hair.
"I thought I had lost you," He whispered to her hair.
They stayed in each other's arms on the floor, she glanced up at him with a smile, the smile that he loved to see on her, the beam of it.
Then a sudden panic hit him and he jumped stepping away from her. Voldemort could see her, she needed to go.
"Leave!" he hissed looking away.
Daphne blinked a few times in confusion.
"Harry?"
"Go, you shouldn't be here, you don't deserve it, I don't deserve you," he hissed under his breath, but Daphne heard it anyway.
"Harry, I'm here and I'm not leaving," she walked to him.
He turned with anger and pain in his face.
"I'm not good Daphne! Especially for you, I'm twisted, I'm a killer, a freak," he snapped, shaking.
Daphne let out a loud gasp and ran to him.
She pulled his face between her hands to face her.
"Look at me, "she instructed when he tried to glance away.
" Look!" she ordered him firmly.
His uncertain gaze eventually locked onto hers.
"Listen to me, Harry James Potter…you are not a twisted person, and you definitely are not a killer," she said with a serious expression.
"But I am!" he fixed her with a pained look.
"No you are not! if there is any twisted or dysfunctional person in this room, it would be me," she laughed.
Harry glanced at her with concern and frustration.
Daphne inhaled deeply and caressed his cheeks with her thumbs.
"I may be fifteen years old, but I have done terrible things. Horrible things. I am afraid that one day you will hate me for it," she paused studying his reactions.
"Does this have anything to do with the letter from your brother?" he asked.
Remembering the first night they had together at the earliest days of October in the Chamber of Secrets when she had a breakdown.
She nodded, Harry didn't want to go any further with his questions as long as she was not ready yet.
"You have the purest heart, the purest soul, I've ever met in my life, you faced twisted people and you handled them you are never going to be twisted,I will never let that happen to you,ever, " she promised him.
"–You have been able to endure many difficulties and have patience with violent behavior like the Dursleys.
In fact, you did not talk to anyone about it. You are a patient and forgiving person. If you weren't like this, you would not have remained silent and accepted to return to that family every summer. You could snitch them, yet you didn't. You are irritable and annoyingly impulsive at times, yet you are patient.
You say you are a murderer, if you were as you claim, do you have any motive to do it?"
"Bu–," he was about to interrupt.
"Do you have any ?" she asked him.
"No, but I saw Daphne, I felt it, I was there." he answered.
"Hmm," she hummed, moving to the throne books, "killers, murderers. They always have reasons and motivation."
"Possession is a demonic magic, Harry," she started explaining without looking at him. Grasping one book with the same title.
She felt deep sadness settle onto her chest. She wanted desperately to figure out what she should do to him to wave away his thoughts of blaming himself.
She could do that, it was what should be done. She had the power and knowledge.
"I mean, a demon, jinn , fairy or a devil, but a human it's impossible… no human can possess a body or an animal," she turned to him holding the books and putting them in a corner, and organizing them in piles.
"You mean I didn't?"
"What about these books, didn't they help?"
"Well, they said the same thing but it wasn't convincing," he said, running a hand on the back of his neck. Unintentionally causing his muscles to bunch and tighten, making him look sexier in his messy look. Daphne turned her heated face away from him.
"No, unless you are dead and a ghost looking for a host, you can't. As far as I believe you are not dead, are you?" she asked.
He let a chuckle, "Survived once I believe," he replied.
"And you are not a demon either?" she asked him, getting closer.
"Of course not."
"Then it's settled, you are not possessed my dear," she smiled at him.
He ended a sea of thoughts that was hovering over him for weeks now.
Then why do I feel his presence in the back of my head?" he said back.
"Perhaps you used accidental Legilimency," she suggested, scratching her chin.
"That's also a possible theory," he replied.
She nodded.
"However," Harry started, taking her attention.
"However, I will never hate you," he said,replying to her previous revelation.
Daphne realized how close they were now, she could see clearly how pale he was, and how dark his under eyes were.
They wrapped themselves in each other's arms in a warm embrace.
'His body is so fucking warm' she thought burying her nose in his neck. She suddenly pulled away.
"–Oh, what the bloody hell is that stench!" the blonde witch pinched her nose. Harry's eyes widened.
" It can't happen to be you, can it?" she scoffed.
Harry winced and panicked, "Wh-!? No, no, not me," he tried to deny her accusation. He didn't have a humble bath for three days.
And his wife was letting out a noise of disgust.
"I was going to take a bath soon after I woke up," he excused himself, running toward the bath.
"Go! Get a nice and warm bath while I organize this place," she ordered him pushing him towards the bathroom, and Harry couldn't hold back his chuckles.
"Okay, okay…wait!" he stopped and stared down at her.
"You are not leaving, are you?" he asked, worried about not finding her there after he finished his bath.
"I will be here, silly," she giggled as if she was promising a four year old that she would not leave his side.
"What about Cyrus? Won't–," he asked.
"I handled it, I have three days off, now goooo," she giggled, pushing him inside.
He slid to the bathroom while she lightened the room, she asked Dobby to bring dinner and help her clean the place. She took off her coat and dropped it on a chair and let out a sportive cheer to start cleaning.
Listening to the water from the next room, she couldn't help but imagine him under it, the water running down his body.
She shrugged out of her pervy imagination about her husband, humming gladly that they had made it up. Astrid was right, she was supposed to face him, not hurt him. Next time she would invite her to one of the best restaurants of France.
"Do you need any help inside?" she called getting closer to the slightly opened door.
"No, I'm good?" Harry answered behind the open door.
She shrugged and decided to let it open like he had left it to be. And went to the bed fixing it and lifted all the clothes on the floor, putting them aside for laundry.
She went to his wardrobe and chose a pair of comfortable shorts and boxers and tried not to overthink.
'Control your fucking imagination, bitch!' she scolded herself. Her hand ran to a hoodie, she couldn't control herself anymore, she felt butterflies dancing in the stomach, the shirt looked so big in her hands, she pulled it to her face, and inhaled. It smelt like Harry.
I had missed him so much.
She tried it on her body and giggled, it was really big and would cover her thighs.
"Too bad the mirror is broken," she muttered. When Dobby heard her he snapped his fingers to repair it to its original form.
"Thank you Dobby!"
The little elf checked that everything was fixed and popped off.
She didn't know Harry was already back to the bedroom watching her, with a towel wrapped around his waist.
He was grinning at the scene, and his imagination didn't make it any easier, seeing her trying his clothes. He wanted to see her in them.
He looked down 'fuck!' he hissed at his stupid body, his cock was twitching.
'Thing in anything you shitty head, bugs? No,Padfoot taking shit? Not working. Snape having sex? Ewww… Don't want to imagine…
God! I shouldn't imagine, now I'm sick.' He slapped his forehead.
'Wait… it worked. Nice!' he smiled to himself.
Daphne was startled when she saw him leaning into the door of the bathroom, his hair was wet , the bare skin of his upper body was shining in the dim light of candles and deep down he was covered with a towel.
Daphne looked back up and found him, his emerald eyes focusing on her.
"Your clothes are over there, and Dobby brought dinner for you to eat," she cleared her throat,avoiding his gaze.
He went to the bed and grabbed the clothes, she turned her back to him, as she heard the towel hit the floor, she let out a voiceless moan, as she heard him changing.
Once he finished they sat on the ground with a tray of food before them.
"Won't you eat?" he arched a brow
"I had a very good dinner," she hummed ,taking a piece of bread and dipping it in the soup before pushing it inside Harry's mouth.
"I..," Harry was going to stop her.
"I will feed you, and I don't want to hear any protest," she eyed him.
Harry couldn't hide his reddened cheeks,
Daphne was feeding him.
Feeding Harry was not difficult for Daphne, rather it was an honor for her to take care of her husband and it was a way for her to show how much she cared for him.
With every bite his wife gave him, she subconsciously licked her fingers causing him to blush from his wild, pervert imagination.
Harry never got this attention before, but Daphne had always given him warmth and care more than once.
He thanked God and Merlin for sending her, especially after his dark moment a few hours ago.
In a magical way they were able to end their conflict, and in a wonderful way, they understood each other.
He truly was falling for her, and she had admitted that she was just scared of her own feelings.
Once Daphne finished feeding him she put the tray on the table next to the window.
And stayed there unable to move, feeling Harry's eyes on her.
Now what?
Suddenly she felt Harry dropping his lips on her neck kissing slowly from down to top behind her ear.
"Is it okay, to…," Harry swallowed the words, "kiss you?"
Daphne tilted her head aside to allow him and let him enjoy more while she was trying her best to keep standing, rubbing her legs together, she could feel herself aroused.
She craved him.
Harry's fingers reached the knot of her hair's velvet ribbon and slowly he untangled it and dropped it to the floor.
She was wearing a sleeveless clunky light blue lace dress with embroidered floral in the front and a ruffled neck hem and a black velvet band at her waist.
These were the first clothes she grabbed from her wardrobe. He moved his hands down her arms lazily, memorizing the feel of her skin.
That touch melted her completely.
"You smell good," he whispered to her ear, that the voice itself swallowed her in, she leaned her head to him and Harry kissed her chin, as he wrapped his hands around her. He rested his head on her shoulder, hugging her, afraid of letting go of her.
She turned to face him,
"I missed you," Daphne whispered, their lips inches apart.
"I missed you too."
"Not like me, It was a torture."
"Was it?" he teased.
"I missed my husband, I missed his touch, his voice, his smile, I wish truly for him to forgive me for not writing back, I'm sorry,"
Daphne sneaked her arms around his waist and buried her face on his shoulder.
Harry hugged her back after a moment he pulled her chin up to face him and without any further words he met her lips.
Daphne wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed him down to one feverish kiss.
Harry's hands sneaked around her waist pulling her to him.
Daphne knew she was going to break her oath and fall in love with him if she stayed any longer.
With Harry James Potter, the Lord of her soul and heart.
Her husband.
Harry broke the kiss and stared down at her.
"What's wrong?" she stared blankly at him.
"I don't know."
Harry took one arm and kissed her knuckle, he saw some reddish mark on it and frowned remembering how he had treated her at the earliest of their reunion.
Daphne realized what was going on inside his head and shrugged off her hand from his and placed it back on his neck.
"How long haven't you slept properly?" she asked him seriously.
"I..,"
She pleaded with him to go to the bed and laid him there to sleep.
She turned to bring a new sheet from the wardrobe when he grasped her hand.
"Stay for the night, please," he whispered to her .
"I didn't come here to leave," Daphne replied with a smile on her face.
She returned to him and jumped next to him on the mattress.
They stayed silent for a while staring at the ceiling.
"I thought you hated the 'Daphne' name," Harry said breaking the ice.
"I don't hate it, I hate the Greengrass title but not Daphne. I named myself."
"The Laurel tree," Harry said in a soft tone.
Daphne nodded at the meaning of the name.
"I was so in love with mythical stories when I moved to the Greengrass manor. Cyrus wanted to change my whole life starting with the name, my life was similar to Daphne's story in a way…," she chuckled.
"Indeed, a coincidence… If I remember correctly she ran from Apollo's love," Harry scratched his chin.
"Ehmm," she nodded.
"You run from Chronos's hatred while your brother hid you," he noticed the differences as he was familiar with the story.
Daphne became sad as she recollected the past.
"I thought you were happy when I called you by your real name?"
"And I was, it's just Daphne somehow. I chose it," she played with her fingers.
Harry brushed his fingers with hers as they laid next to each other.
"Daphne?" he called in her ear.
"Hmm, yes?"
"Would you like me to call you my Laurel tree?" he smirked.
Daphne couldn't hold her laugh as she leaned more into his shoulder.
"That would be lovely," she said.
Their lips met seconds later in slow soft kisses.
"I'm sorry I called you a bitch previously," Harry murmured.
"If you had said anything further, I was gonna hit your family's jewels," Daphne kissed his nose on the tip causing him to laugh. She stared deeply into his eyes, she could still see that he was sad after all.
"Come here," she whispered, opening her arms to him in a motherly fashion.
Harry was surprised by this gesture and flushed red. He never had motherly love or embrace in his life, he knew that Molly always treated him as her own son. The only one time Aunt Petunia had shown any sentiment was when he had been six and the oil from the frying pan had fallen on him leaving a burn on his arm. Petunia had been terrified to death and healed his wounds. Perhaps it had been the only time that she had said something kind enough," Be patient a little, it will be treated, do not be afraid."
Daphne pulled him towards her wrapping her arms around him in a hug and cradled Harry's head into her chest. Harry hesitated for seconds then he buried his face into her chest, wrapping his hands around her midsection. His hands gripped her dress in desperation as he released his pent up emotions.
"They hate me," he said as she was caressing his head.
Daphne could feel his tears soaking her dress.
"No they don't," she shushed him as he sobbed releasing his agony.
"The way they look at me, it will always remain in my memory always."
"This too shall pass," Daphne pulled him into her more, it was good that he was letting it out.
Harry sobbed and Daphnet hushed him silently, brushing his back for comfort.
Daphne tilted her head to see him, when he met her gaze his eyes were red, that made his emerald eyes shine even more.
"Would a little lullaby help you?" she asked quietly.
He nodded.
She sang softly her lullaby to him stroking his hair.
She sang until his eyes drooped and his chest rose and fell in a rhythm. She gently stroked his dark hair smiling down at him thinking about his future.
This boy was, no, this young man needed and would need love in his life, she would not be cruel to take it from him like it had been taken from her once.
She was experienced with her mother's love, her brother's and her knights's love.
She was lying to herself thinking that all husbands were like her cruel father. She was wrong . So fucking wrong.
She would work more on fixing it.
"One day, one day I will tell you everything," she said kissing his head.
Daphne looked around, it was still dark, perhaps a little nap here won't harm much.
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