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December my favourite month is finally here because my birthday and Christmas Day is two days in row, I already started preparing for it, and also and as last I graduated from university just this week, and journalist world here I come... Sorry for the delay life was kinda bust for me, my advice is never be a maid of honor lol
Never mind my life, I hope everyone is doing well, I thank all those who favorite and followed my story I'm overwhelmed, I truly am.
Chapter twenty is here yaaay and this chapter is the turning point of the story enjoy...
XOXOXO
Chapter 20
"Once again, I apologize for all of my actions," Daphne apologized, a bit irritated to be in such a behavior, feeling a stab in her own guts, but she was apologizing to her only real female friend in Hogwarts.
Tracey only narrowed her eyes and shrugged off. "Fine but I need details!" she giggled as she jumped to the other side of her own bed.
"What do you want to know?" Daphne smiled knowing that her friend won't let things go easily.
"Eeeeeeverythiiiiiing!" she exclaimed.
"Alright but I will leave out the details," Daphne felt her cheeks burn just by recalling all those sweet times she spent alone with Harry just for two days.
"Oh Salazar! Daphne you little bitch," Tracey's eyes went wide and her jaw fell at the sight of a blushing Daphne, it only meant one thing for her. Daphne must have been with her mysterious boyfriend.
"What?" Daphne said sharply.
"Don't what the fuck of me, you… you little bitch you did it, didn't you?" Tracey smirked.
Daphne only smiled as she looked at her lap "Don't tell but yes I did it."
Daphne's confession made Tracey let out a huge scream.
"Welcome to the whoring world girl," Tracey gave her a tight hug.
"Oi, I-I can't breath…aghh," Daphne resisted the hug, Tracey's big breasts were crushing her ribcage.
When she was free of the hug, "don't put me in the same cycle as yours," she mocked.
Instead of feeling wounded by Daphne's sharp words, Tracey insisted on knowing all the details. Of course Daphne had to spill the beans herself or else she would explode on the inside just by thinking of the last few days which still seemed like a dream to her. She and Harry had reached a whole new level in their relationship.
She told Tracey that she had to visit her sick boyfriend but in the end it was just a flu and she took care of him because of the absence of his parents which got the couple to a heated moment full of passion.
It was all she could say. At least half of it was true.
"I see… soooo sweet but won't your boyfriend be angry for not finding you when he wakes up?" Tracey pointed out.
Now that Tracey mentioned it, Daphne's thoughts went straight to Harry. She had left soon after he had fallen asleep. She knew that she could have stayed for another day but she preferred to spend it with Tracey in case someone like her adopted family asked around about her. Besides she couldn't let Winky stay in her form all the time, she thought of the tiny creature's well being as well. It would take a lot of energy for the elf, and at least she should thank Tracey in a proper way for covering for her again!
So she had decided to leave once she and Harry got back to Grimmauld Place but Harry surprised her with his sudden heated desire that once they landed he couldn't stop himself from exploring her body but then everything came to an end by the interruption of Sirius.
He took him to his room and scolded him for his little escape, Sirius had been afraid about Harry and Daphne understood his full intention to be a responsible adult for Harry.
Molly soon joined the party and it was funny hearing all those people yelling at one another from the way Harry had acted.
Molly kept blaming Sirius that he was affecting the boy with his own bad manners,
Daphne had been eavesdropping from the room and couldn't stop laughing imagining the situation for her man in the next room but she had felt sorry for Sirius, he was getting the whole blame.
When Harry returned he wasn't pissed off and instead laughed, but stopped because his chest was still sore from the new tattoo.
"Imagine if they found out about your latest addition on this body as well," she snorted.
"Shut up, you still haven't told me what your tattoo is," he hissed.
"You will know...later," she poked his nose as she ran to the bathroom giggling.
Harry had to chase her again and pinning her on the door of the bathroom, stripping her of her clothes and wanting to mark every spot in her body but she had stopped him reminding him of the ball. He had backed off but he didn't stop from taking what was his but more properly on the bed.
Once he had fallen asleep from exhaustion she had slipped into her clothes again and went to Sirius's room wrapped in the Invisibility Cloak to bid him goodbye and give him his Christmas gift before she left.
Daphne, the witch who barely acknowledged the Christmas event, was going to give someone a gift. She was laughing at herself.
'What are you doing to me Harry?' she whispered.
She was about to knock but stopped when she heard faint voices from inside, she didn't mean to lean on the door but was worried, instead her eyes got wider at the realisation of what was the source of the voices. She couldn't stop herself from gasping at the surprise. 'oh my!'
'Well this is none of my business,' she sighed deeply. She had wanted to give the gift directly, but now she couldn't. She quickly went back to the room, wrote a small note and tagged it with the gift and went back again to the door of Sirius Black's chamber. She kneeled down putting the gift at the door. 'This gift probably will more useful than I thought,'
She returned one last time to Harry's room and folded the cloak at the end of bed and gave Harry a soft kiss on the cheek "till next time darling," she whispered, putting a note next to him as he moved in his sleep.
She summoned Dobby and he Apparated her out of Grimmauld Place to the Davis's house.
That was all that happened till the very moment. She glanced at the clock on Tracey's bedside table, Harry probably will be up soon.
Back in Grimmauld
Harry was fighting the noise outside the door 'what the hell is going on?' He sat up rubbing his eyes, stretched his hands and threw it to the other side. To his surprise the bed was empty.
There was a note on the pillow.
'Sorry dear, I had to leave earlier
Take care "
"Are you serious!?" he let out a loud groan, stood up and prepared himself for the day. Walking out of his room there was a loud noise from down stairs.
"Harry! I was just coming to see you, you better see this!" Ron came upstairs and dragged him down.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Harry asked worried, thinking that something bad happened.
"I don't know what to say pal, it's fucking Christmas miracle I guess." he answered breathlessly.
When the two made it to the living room, it was crowded, even Dumbledore and Snape were there.
"Wha-" Harry swallowed his own words at the image in front of him, his eyes went wider than he ever had and his jaw fell at the sight.
In the middle of the crowd as everyone parted was a young man laughing, his grin wide as he looked toward Harry.
"Harry!" the young man exclaimed, he was a well-muscled, black haired man, clearly in his early twenties
"S-Sirius!" he yelled.
Yes, Sirius Black was in front of him but younger, he looked the same as the guy from his parents's wedding in his twenties.
If it wasn't for the tattoos on his neck, he would have thought that his godfather was under some delusional spell or charm.
The boy, who now leaned against the frame of the door for support, mouthed several words without uttering a noise, then managed to say, "How are you so young?"
"I woke up like this," Sirius shrugged.
"We must investigate how it happened…," Mad-Eye said.
"I thought we had cleaned and made sure the whole house was empty of any spell or charm," Tonks glanced at Bill.
"..." Hermione who usually would think of many theories was silent and speechless sitting on the sofa, her face betraying her, she was shocked and the others were whispering and muttering.
"Severus, he could have been poisoned by some potion, could you prepare an antidote?" Dumbledore asked.
Snape gave a sharp glare at Sirius who was giving him a mocking look.
"I will try to find something," he let out a bored sigh before he left the room.
"Merry Christmas Professor Snape," Harry greeted Snape after he recovered from the shock as the Potions master passed besides him at the door. He gave him a short nod and left.
Harry moved to Sirius and sat next to him on the sofa and asked him what happened.
Sirius glanced at Hermione who seemed uncomfortable but he removed his eyes quickly from her toward his godson.
"Actually…," he looked directly in Harry's eyes seriously.
"I don't know." Sirius lied.
Sirius sat in his room, playing with his guitar. He had found his old instrument in the attic when he was cleaning the shit Buckbeak left over, he had been happy and surprised as well, who would have thought that it was there all the time, he thought his mother dropped it a long time ago after she took it from him.
He felt the need to strum his guitar. He played a slow melody he remembered from a long time ago he used to play on his lonely nights.
'I know I was harsh with Harry, but he should be more careful, only if he knew the real reason why Voldemort was after him!' he thought to himself.
His head shifts toward his bedside table, towards the picture of the Marauders, his partners, his best friends, the people who welcomed him for who he really was. Harry was the reason he could fight and protect again. He was the reason the weight on his shoulders felt less heavy. He was the reason the rain had stopped falling and now the rain poured down on him once again, Harry was the sunlight after the storm and because of his latest actions ,Sirius started to believe Molly's words, for her Sirius does not represent a good role model, but rather a rickety and irresponsible man and he couldn't help but think about his lost friends. He turned away with a look of shame, he was ashamed of himself for what he had done that day, he shouldn't have gone after Wormtail, he should have stayed for Harry but he wanted to avenge his best mate and his wife.
Now he wanted nothing but Harry to live happily.
He had been scared to death about him earlier, he of course understood the boy's attention, he was a teenager full of life and dreams, he would revolt a bit but to drag Daphne with him was something else.
A soft knock on his door stopped his sea of thoughts.
When he reached it he found Hermione standing outside in only her pyjamas and an opened cardigan, showing her silky spaghetti straps tank top under it, her hair was in a messy low bun while few strands were left out, it made her look cute but the question was 'Why was she here at such a late hour?'
She looked right at him with an unreadable expression.
"Hi...I-I was…,"
Sirius shook his head, " Why aren't you asleep yet?" he asked.
"I couldn't…I-I…," Hermione's brown eyes were gazing down.
"It's late, kitten. Get some rest."
"Sirius…I...Nevermind." she said, retreating.
But somehow Sirius's body and feelings betrayed him, as he grasped her wrist,"Wait…get in, I will make you hot chocolate," he sighed as he let her in while he went downstairs to the kitchen.
Hermione meantime was giving herself a slap in her mind, why was she inside Sirius's room? It was a bad idea from the beginning to come here, but she wanted to talk to him.
After hearing his outbursts at Dumbledore and scolding Harry later, not to mention his fight with Molly, her heart felt pain, it seemed like Sirius was going through a lot and no one was giving him a mind, she was able to see the real him even with all his rude manners and bad guy look.
Even when he was chasing Harry, something within her kept telling her that there was something more in the story.
When she heard his words earlier with Dumbledore she kept repeating it, what happened years ago to him.
When Harry had kicked her out of his room, he had comforted her, so why wouldn't she do the same to him?
Her eyes caught something on the bed.
A guitar.
She strolled over towards it, glancing towards the door to make sure he wasn't there yet.
She pushed herself and studied the instrument. It was a light brown acoustic, and looked like it could have been pretty expensive if not for the messy writing in black on the left side.
"To Pads 1976...Marlene," she read. She squinted at the scribbled words, Hermione shrugged and moved to pick the guitar up, then chewed her bottom lip nervously. It was probably pretty special to Sirius. He might get angry at her.
Who was Marlene? An ex lover to him?
She shrugged and lifted it up anyway.
'Damn, it feels so heavy,' she thought. 'It's pretty big too.'
She sat down, crossing her legs over and resting the acoustic guitar on her knee. She held it in a way that she had seen people in those bands on TV had and experimentally strummed. It was slightly out of tune, but since Hermione had never played a guitar before, she didn't notice, her family had a piano in her home and she was a beginner compared to her mother. She picked at each stringer, one at a time. She began to have fun picking at the strings, then pressed a few small fingers on the neck of the guitar. She messed around what for a while, experimenting with the different sounds she could make.
"What are you doing?" a slightly husking voice grumbled. She gasped and let go of the guitar.
Sirius was at the door holding two cups of hot chocolate. He didn't look angry, despite his ever-lasting scowl.
"Erm...nothing...sorry," Hermione said, she did not know how to start a conversation without being awkward.
"Was the oil to the motorcycle the same you wanted?" she tried to ask.
"I haven't checked it yet," Sirius's grey eyes flicked to the guitar on the bed and he sighed, moving into the room closing the door with his leg. He sat down next to her handing her a cup. "That's the guitar my girlfriend got me for my birthday when I was 15. She thought it would make me look sexy, but I haven't played it in ages," he laughed a bit, scratching the back of his head. He picked it up and rested it on his knee. "Must've been too caught up with all that war and prison crap."
"Are you good?" she couldn't help but ask.
He plucked at the strings, fiddling with the knobs at the top. Sirius must be tuning the guitar, she concluded.
He smirked. "Of course I am! kitten, doubting my ability."
"I do play around with it a bit from time to time though. It's a good stress reliever."
"What happened to her?" Hermione couldn't help but want to know about his girlfriend, again she felt something in her heart, was she jealous of the woman that knew Sirius during his adulthood?
"Mmm? " Sirius turned to her.
"Your...your girlfriend."
Sirius did not reply and continued with his guitar, Hermione felt embarrassed for crossing a line and asked him something personal.
He felt her anxiety radiating from her, "She died during the first war, Voldemort...killed her alongside with her entire family."
"I'm sorry… I didn't mean t–" she tried to apologize but Sirius cut her off saying it was a long time ago and long forgotten.
"Play me something," she tried to change the subject.
"Nah," he teased. She grabbed his arm "Please?" she insisted innocently.
"For this kitten only," he smirked.
He shook his head and strummed a bit, experimenting with the feel of the guitar . He then began to play a soft tune.
"Scarborough fair!" she exclaimed happily.
Sirius nodded at her.
"Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine..., " he sang.
What he did not expect was her to join him in singing, warmth crept into him as they sang together.
He finished, and both Sirius and Hermione looked into each other's eyes, a sense of deep understanding between the two. The silence stretched onward.
"Would you like to try?" he offered his guitar.
"But I don't know how to," she answered, her cheeks were slightly pink.
"I will show you…," he answered in his manly husky voice.
Once again the guitar was on her lap, she tried to adjust herself.
A warm callous hand encircled her hand, "You are not going to break it." A blush crept up on her cheeks as her body temperature increased a degree. He tried to position her wrist to angle the guitar the right way but Sirius realized his current seating arrangement was awkward.
Out of the corner of her eyes she saw him get up on his knees then she froze as the heat from her body flooded her face. Sirius's thighs were touching hers, his hard chest pressed against her back and his breath tickling the tips of her ears. Sirius held her hand as if teaching a child to play for the first time. He was behind her. Hermione's breath hitched as he moved her hand in a rhythmic flow, letting his fingers glide along with hers, his voice soothing her apparent discomfort. "Relax".
His left hand wrapped itself around hers to pull the guitar to rest on her toned stomach. She jerked up, straightening her back a little. "Much better. Keep your back like this," his voice low.
Hermione tried to focus on the instrument they were playing but the heat that was radiating from her body from the sheer closeness of Sirius was driving her crazy.
He withdrew her hand and let her play again alone, "Excellent. This is the way."
She puckered up the courage and turned her head to look at him. His lips were shimmering with softness, if she tilted her head a bit up she could rub the tip of her nose on his bottom lip.
Sirius looked down at her catching her mid thought, "Is something the matter?" he asked.
"No," she replied as she began to twist away from him but instead he held her back with his left arm, "Where are you going?" he asked calmly.
"Si..." she blushed, she was now face to face with him.
"We aren't finished…," Sirius paused as his breathing hitched, his eyes had left hers and trailed lower down to where the top of the beige cardigan got slightly loose from her twisting away from him alongside a strap of her tank top. Peeking out was the small mound of her left breast, the silk mere millimeters from exposing the creamy light brown nub.
Hermione followed his line of sight, with horror she quickly went to adjust it but before she could, his right hand was already there. Goosebumps raided her skin when the back of his thumb grazed her flesh as he pulled back the cloth slowly to cover her breast. Sirius watched her as his hand played with the cloth between his thumb and index after covering her exposed flesh, seemingly lost in thought. His eyes never left the spot.
"Sirius?" she almost croaked from the dryness in her throat. He finally looked up at her and Hermione was taken aback by the look in his eyes. Pained, unsure and lustful. Hermione blushed even more when his lips parted to speak but no words came out, he seemed stupefied by the situation. Oh Merlin he was handsome.
"Yes...ki–Hermione…," he leaned in a bit closer and his breathing became a bit uneven, "So…,"
"Don't," she cut in. Sirius remained hypnotized by her strawberry scent. Her fingers brushed his nose and his lips, feeling their softness slowly she trailed them to his neck and then she stopped at the tattoo number, he closed his eyes firmly knowing where her fingers stopped on the stained and inked mark on him, the reminder of his miserable and dark days.
"You're beautiful…," she whispered causing him to snap his eyes at her.
She thought of him as beautiful. He could see how anxious she was, holding onto his clothes, she leaned in further and Sirius buried his nose in her hair. What was this? Never had he dare to come so close to her before this holiday, perhaps they were the most unreasonable pair, they were like fire and water, she was fierce on her own self.
Did someone just alter this reality? She could not comprehend this current act of a lover. He pulled back abruptly but not before grazing his lips against her cheeks. She could see he was contemplating his next course of action. Hermione knew Sirius would never make a move that would affect his image. His fingers finally left her clothes but instead of returning to the lap of the owner, the index finger slithered its way down from the base of her throat to the "V" of the tank top. Satisfied with the trek, Sirius used the rest of his hand to push aside her top to cup her breast. Hermione's eyes grew to the size of saucers. Firm in his hand, he rubbed her nipple in a circular motion, etching the texture of it in his brain. An unwanted moan escaped her lips. His left hand moved to grab the back collar of the blazer pulling it down her back giving him full view of her upper body. Shocked, Hermione scrambled to hide herself but he held her back by the wrist. "Don't…," his voice was shaky. Sirius bent his head, apparently indecisive, his hair cascading to hide his face. He looked up at her nakedness lovingly.
Then he leaned in again to plant a slow, soft, subtle kiss on her left cheek, then her right cheek, shoulders and neck stopping each time to gauge her reaction before continuing. The tension in Hermione's body subsided to relax in his now loosened grip. Holding her face between the palms of his hands to brush their noses together and their lips before giving her a full mouthed kiss. She savored the taste of his mouth and like a greedy child she engulfed him, the kisses became rough as she pushed him back lightly with her hands positioning herself on his lap. Thighs touching, hands running rampant across each other's bodies etching each contour in their memory for they knew this was forbidden. Sirius removed her top flinging it on the floor. Their lips never leaving each other's she wriggled in his strong embrace enticing his erection to its full hardness.
"Hermione…," he groaned into her mouth as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hip. He scooped her up with one hand under her butt while simultaneously sweeping the items off the bed. The guitar went flying, the cups came crashing down soiling all the place as well as the lamp bathing them in darkness. The only light was the moonlight edging through the slit in the window. He didn't care for the mess he wanted to take her there and then. Knowing she was inexperienced, Sirius smoothly removed his upper clothes, "Touch me…," he demanded taking her hand impatiently.
Hermione bit her lower lip as she gazed at his upper nude body.
The tattoos all across his body seemed to invite her to feel them.
She couldn't stop her fingers from feeling each draw on his skin, she caught him holding his groans because of her hands, and her throat went completely dry, licking her lips, she leaned and started to kiss his chest.
From his stomach to his neck when she reached his lips, he attacked her lips with full hunger, devouring their taste.
But whatever was about to happen next, it was stopped by a sudden knock on the door.
It brought them back to reality and all that heat, lost and desire disappeared within the air in a glimpse, and the two started to wear their clothes again, each one of them apologizing to the other nonstop.
When Sirius readjusted his demeanor and became his calm self, he opened the door there was no one. He looked around the hall, yet there was no one, was it their imagination or was that the stupid elf of his?
They didn't know, Hermione after making sure no one was there she ran away, leaving him speechless yet shocked of what happened between them. He felt pain in his heart when he saw her leaving that way, he wanted to talk to her properly.
When he was about to close the door again something on the floor took his attention, he kneeled down to hold it.
It was a potion bottle, what was it doing there?
There was a note with it.
'Weird…I swear if this is some kind of prank from the twins or Snivellus I will…," the words in his mind were all swallowed when he read the note.
'"And you Sirius, will you do anything for Harry?"
The note requested but to him it was an order, he knew who was behind it.
This morning she had asked him the same question.
"And you Sirius, will you do anything for Harry, will you be loyal to him?" Daphne asked in a tone full of mysteries, her expression was emotionless.
"Till the very end," he answered.
"Very well then," her expression warmed with a smile.
He closed the door behind him and kept staring at the small tiny potion bottle, within it was a crimson liquid.
He kept staring at it for what felt like hours.
'"Is she testing me? Should I drink it?..." Hundreds of questions were flooding his mind.
Then he opened it and drank it with one sip.
"Agh! What the fuck!?" It tasted bitter, not just that, was she fucking with him, did she think he was a vampire?
Daphne gave him a bottle of blood to drink it.
Sirius wanted to vomit, but no matter how much he tried he couldn't.
When he woke up that morning it was his twenty year old version staring at him in the mirror.
"–So how did it happen?" Ginny asked, snapping him out of his memories.
"I don't know… I swear with Merlin and Morgana's name," he answered helplessly, even though his voice sounded young again.
"It is a Christmas miracle, I dare say your adult self was much handsome," Ginny let out a disappointed sigh.
"GINNY!" Molly scolded her.
Everyone started laughing at her statement.
"Cousin, I agree with Ginny in this," Tonks elbowed him, smirking, "Now you can call me elder sister hahaha," she laughed and everyone joined.
Everyone was taking their fun on Sirius's look since he now seemed younger.
Remus gave Sirius a sign to follow him outside the room and the two left.
"Sirius in his twenties is so handsome don't you guys think so?" Ginny whispered so her mother won't hear her.
"Well, we need to know how it happened eventually," Hermione stood and Harry could sense some irritation in her.
"Harry, may I have a word with you?" Dumbledore interrupted his thoughts.
"Em… yes of course Headmaster," he said following the old warlock.
The air around Hermione thickened and she felt herself unable to breath. She headed to the bathroom immediately and closed the door behind her. She gave a sigh as she sat on the floor. Why did she have to respond to Sirius that way? Why did she have to feel happy when he touched her? The image from the night before kept playing in her mind.
It was Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, who was way older than her. Why was she so attracted to him? She didn't know.
Feeling frustrated, Hermione walked to the sink and turned on the water. Splashing the water on her face, perhaps she could get rid of these images, Sirius's naked upper body...as the cool water trickled down her face. What had gotten into her? What happened these few days left her confused. What was happening to them? Thoughts of Sirius's touches and their kiss drifted into her mind. Walking into the kitchen this morning to find a young Sirius Black staring at her with a wide, cheerful smile. Hermione groaned.
"Hermione you fool! He is Harry's godfather," Hermione muttered angrily as she pounded her fist on the sink.
"Who are you calling a fool, Hermione?" A voice spoke behind her.
"Ginny!" she turned around.
.
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Daphne arrived home very late after her little time gossiping with her sweet girlfriend Tracey, it took all day.
She sighed and let herself fall on her bed.
She was significantly tired, not so much from her day, but the headache given to her by her lack of sleep seemed to have spread to the rest of her body.
Perhaps because she was sexually active for two days in a row for the very first time.
Who would blame her? Her husband was a very attractive guy and she completely surrendered to him, unable to resist his charm and his sweetness and kindness.
She hesitantly stood up, and walked over to the bathroom. She prepared her bath, and then entered the bathtub. She fully submerged herself inside the hot water and resurfaced. The room was covered in steam; she could feel the vapor create a blanket over her skin. Her mind wandered, and she let out a defeated sigh. Did she make the right decision by giving Sirius Black her blood? She wanted him to have a second chance to live, he was Harry's family and their confidante, the only person who knew the real stories behind the scene.
He deserved a reward, didn't he? And after what she discovered previously, it would really really help him being young again.
Three days later, the mother and daughter of the house were busy preparing themselves for the ball being held by the Malfoys.
Deep was excited too for the ball, she had no previous experience with people or parties.
And now here she was preparing her dress, she wanted something simple but Cyrus insisted to have a huge dress, saying the whole upper class will be attending and so her classmates, she wouldn't embarrass his image by a simple gown.
Thankful the color of the dress was up to her to pick and she picked her favorite, the color of his eyes, emerald.
"Mademoiselle!... Mademoiselle!" a faint voice called.
Daphne snapped out of her comfort zone looking around at the voice that called her.
"Mon dieu! Je suis désolée Madame Dauphin, I did not hear you," Daphne apologized to the French fashion designer.
"Ma chère, I asked if this length is good for you," the Dauphin and dressmaker said with a fair smile on her lips.
Daphne looked down at the hem of her deep emerald gown and smiled politely at the woman and said softly, "C'est magnifique, merci beaucoup Madame."
She remained composed while the woman finished her final touches on the dress, keeping her gaze on her reflection in the mirror. She looked down at the small tattoo on the skin of her right wrist. Her gaze got heavy at the memories of the last gorgeous and fair days. Just seeing it made her lips quirk with a smile. She had wanted to show it to Harry after he had woken up but she was cowardly enough to run away before that.
She had picked the Leo zodiac sign to be marked on her. It was tiny but was enough proof to her, of what happened two nights ago had been real… Harry claimed her, she touched her soft lips and they were still sensitive from Harry's touch on them.
While the other reason for her choice was simple or silly and she may seem romantic or poetic, simply it was because of July…
July became her favorite month.
She chose Leo because it simply represents July. The month in which the love of her heart was born. And the month that she got married to him.
The Leo sign represented the animal that was the symbol and emblem of his school house.
The lion was the king of the jungle, who was distinguished by strength and courage.
All of these qualities were exemplified by Harry's unique personality.
"Is everything going well?" Mr Greengrass stepped inside her chamber.
"Monsieur Greengrass! Oui, on a presque fini, la robe est magnifique sur elle." (Mister Greengrass! Yes, we are almost finished,the gown looks magnificent on her.) The dressmaker said cheerfully.
Daphne lowered her face, blushing.
Cyrus gave her a full glare, "I can clearly see that the gown looks magnificent on you daughter."
"Thank you father," Daphne's face only got redder.
He asked the Dauphin to leave him and his daughter alone to have a private chat and took her hand and led her to the nearest sofa.
"How are you feeling?" Cyrus asked gently.
"I would be lying to tell you that I am fine. In fact, I tremble in fear from the inside. This is my first party in this society, and frankly, I am afraid that I will fail and make myself a laughing stock," Daphne answered him.
Cyrus chuckled as he patted Daphne's back.
"That's what bothers you, I thought your little holiday with Tracey would help you relax.
In general, do not worry, my advice to you is to put a smile on your face and match their opinions, expressing your opinion will make you the focus of attention and we do not want that right?" he eyed her.
"No we do not," she said with emotionless expression.
"Good, now I will leave you to finish the dress and we will talk later," Cyrus let a sigh as he stood up to leave, kissing her forehead and departed to his own business.
The day of the ball came in a blink of an eye.
Daphne was staring at her reflection in the mirror unable to take a breath, the dress was beyond beautiful, it was gorgeous, even on her.
She looked much older and her breasts seemed bigger with the heels and make up, she looked like her sisters. A woman.
The dress was forest green color, off the shoulder made from the best satin fabric and sleeveless in floor length and lace up with appliques beading.
Slipping on the earrings and her black silk gloves, she made her way to the mirror and spun around, checking her appearance.
Her hair was wavy style.
By the time she finished her look, it was 6:50,
Tonight she turns sixteen. She let out a frustrated hiss.
"Problems, daughter?"
She looked around to face her father. She shook her head in denial.
Daphne noticed a velvet box in the hands of her father.
"Ah! This… I hope you like it ma belle rose 'my beautiful rose' It will complete the dress, " Cyrus said, opening the jewelry box.
Daphne gasped at the sight holding on her heart.
"Fa–father!?" she quizzed.
"Happy birthday, Daphne," he answered in a sweet fatherly smile.
When she was pulled out of her shock she pushed it back to his chest.
"I am sorry but I can not accept this, it is too much," she shook her head.
"Nonsense, daughter… it is a cheap gift to your highness,no matter what I will afford it will not be in your taste."
"You already afford me everything, father!" she snapped then took a breath to calm down "you gave me a house,clothes, food it is more than enough for me, I can never repay my debt…"
There was a pregnant moment between them.
Cyrus stared at her and he would not leave this room before he let this necklace around her neck.
It was the dark Lord's command.
He took the glittering jewelry out of the box and stepped behind her. His hands fumbled with the clasp on the skin of her neck. "There, done," he said despite her prostate, but didn't step back. His hands came to rest on her bare shoulders.
"You are turning sixteen, Rhaenys… you will have the world in your hands and you will go out there and rule it, you are the real heiress to our world, never forget that." he said in her ear while he watched her reaction from the mirror, squeezing her both shoulders.
He stood and left her alone in her own frustration and went down to the hallway toward the main staircase.
She looked at her face reflection and started to train on her smile and let out a deep breath. 'My mirror…the one who know my story,'
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Draco was sitting with his father in the drawing room instead of the study room, for some reason his father seemed anxious about this ball, he was confused,it wasn't like this was the first time their family held a party. His family insisted on having a masked ball, this year for unknown reasons. They had invited everyone, and they knew to this grand ball. Of course, they thought that a masked ball would be perfect because they wanted Draco to practice on courting.
"What are you two doing here? The people will start arriving in twenty minutes, I better find you two down stairs welcoming our guests," Narcissa Malfoy burst through the door while she was checking the last edits with the elves.
The Greengrass family members were all in one carriage in their way to the Malfoy manor
Daphne could feel dagger glares from Astoria.
"Dearest sister, you look fascinating," Daphne complimented Astoria.
"Not compared to you, you look like a fairy from an enchanting forest." Astoria replied back.
"Daughters, I wish you to have a great evening," Cyrus encouraged the two, who nodded back to him.
Daphne didn't pay attention to Astoria who seemed to analyse her.
Astoria looked at her adopted sister 'how did they let her attend and now she will be officially the heiress of what is supposed to be my right!'
Daphne was 16, but she acted like she had matured years ago. Daphne was rather responsible for a 16 year old, while Astoria was very not responsible for a 14 year old. Complete opposites in other words.
Daphne was the highlight of the family; the pride and joy of her parents. She was pretty, beautiful, mature, well-mannered, sophisticated, multi-talented, or in other words, the perfect princess. Everyone would think the only thing missing was the fact that she was a real princess, but that is where everyone gets the incorrect buzzer. Daphne was a princess, or the "Perfect Princess" and "The ice queen" whom most would call her.
Daphne had everything a girl could ask for; she had the money, she had the clothes, she had the wealth, she had the power, and she had the perfection. She was the angelic idol in everyone's eyes and she was the image of flawlessness. Everyone loved her, everyone adored her, everyone worshipped her and everyone respected her.
She had everything.
She had everything Astoria wanted.
Astoria was the other sister to them. Simply "the other sister." she was not as pretty as Daphne, she was not as mature as her, she was not as well-mannered as her, she was not as talented as her, and she was not as perfect as her.
Everyone compared them. "As Daphne, as Daphne." That was all she heard. Being compared to her perfect princess of a sister. Astoria hated it. She hated the fact that no one loved her for being Astoria. To them, and even her parents, Astoria would never be as good as Daphne. Daphne would always be better than Astoria, and she would always be the one in the background while Daphne was being praised in the open.
Whenever Astoria got into trouble and her mother would lecture her, it would be the same. "Why can't you be as mature as Daphne? You should take lessons from Daphne! Try to be like Daphne!"
Astoria had a deep hatred for her adopted sister. Astoria hated her sister for being…well…her perfect sister. For being everything Astoria wanted to be, but couldn't be. For being just so perfect. For taking all the attention and care from her parents.
"Are you alright Astoria?" Daphne asked with worry. Snapping Astoria out of her world.
"Ah? Yes I am, I am excited aren't you?" Astoria asked.
Daphne gave her, her charmed smile "yes, I am…Thank you father for letting me attend." she said, turning to face her father.
Who smiled at her.
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The big front doors opened and they walked in, surveying the big beautiful house that just screamed Malfoys.
Daphne's eyes scanned the crowd looking for any familiar faces. she saw Blaize talking to theo and quickly turned her head, hoping she wouldn't catch his eye. she continued to scan the crowd, her heart curiously soaring when she saw Lucius talking to another young man, who slightly resembled him.
'That must be Draco,' she thought, studying the other face.
She heard footsteps and turned to see Narcissa walk up.
"Eleanor!Cyrus! Welcome, I am delighted that you came, Lucius!" Mrs Malfoy called her husband who approached with his son.
"You must be Miss Daphne? I heard quite a lot about you, a real itm made Daphne's spin shiver, simply she didn't feel comfortable from his glance.
"Hello, Mr and Mrs Greengrass,Miss Astoria,Miss Daphne, " Draco said, kissing the hand of each of the young ladies.
He leaned to Daphne and said, "I'm happy you came!"
Daphne bit her lower lip not to smile, "Well I am, and I'm not leaving until I can't feel my feet." she stared at the crowd and Draco laughed.
Draco offered his arm, and she looked to her father who nodded slowly.
"Shall we?"
He gracefully took her arm and looked over at his father.
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Daphne tightened her grip on her glass of wine as she snapped her thoughts back to the ballroom, with all those waltzing couples and smooth music.
She twitched her nose in annoyance when she eyed Pansy, in her beautiful pale pink dress and mask, dragging Draco away from her to have a dance with him.
He looked taller than usual, elegant like a man, who also had a mask on. The contrary of his famous arrogant image in school.
She felt pity for him to have to handle Pansy Parkinson.
She looked around and her sister was having a chat with Theodore Nott junior and his elder sister.
Her parents were dancing, having fun… she could see the happiness in them as they flirted with each other.
She frowned behind her mask, her eyes following her sister around the room, watching Astoria dance with perfectly fluid and graceful movements, not once messing up on her steps. She sighed after seeing Astoria disappear into the massive crowd, leaning up and resting her exhausted body against the wall.
But she was happy for her little sister.
"I see you're as bored as I am," a voice interrupted Daphne and the princess quickly straightened herself, looking to her left where the voice had come from.
Daphne blinked owlishly behind her mask as she eyed a guy looking at her from his own mask. She took in his stiff, trying to hide her bored posture, and twitched her mouth a bit, surprised at seeing another person bored besides her.
Yes, Daphne was bored, she didn't expect the party to be boring, fake smiles, fake happiness were everywhere.
Political game, each player on the field was trying to gain someone to its side.
It wasn't fun at all. Draco at first was escorting her, hiding from Pansy with her. Blaize was with his escort while Theo was making smart conversations with everyone looking for a challenge.
She wished Tracey to be here but the girl was having fun with her family, they were not noble. So they didn't attend, but what she loved about the Davis was how they cared for each other 'family comes first' that was Mr Davis rule.
She promised Harry when they were in Paris to have a dance only with whom she knew…
She didn't expect him to be jealous, she was on another hand made him promise her, not to make any reckless decisions like running to Paris or any other places.
So here she was standing alone filling her body with wine and talking to a stranger.
"Who said I am bored?" she questioned back, still holding onto her glass of wine, but forgetting it when she was observing the man next to her. "Don't ask me to dance because I will most certainly not dance tonight. Especially with strangers, " she said sipping her wine, she was not going to break her promise.
"I never asked you to dance with me, now did I?" the guy retorted back, and Daphne heard what suspiciously sounded like a snort from behind that mask of his. "I just thought I could talk with someone in this god forsaken room without having girls try to roam their hands over my body. Not my fault I'm hard to resist."
Daphne nearly let out a snort of her own too. "I see you certainly have a very big ego."
The guy scoffed and turned his attention to the crowd of dancing nobles, not really focusing on any particular person. Both of them kept silent for a while, feeling uneasy around a person they didn't know.
Daphne found out she was out of wine, so she mumbled an excuse and walked over to the flowing drink tray , getting another glass of the sweet substance. Lifting the lower part of her mask up, she carefully took a sip and then glimpsed over to the place she had walked from, but seeing no sign of the young man there.
She felt a pang of disappointment, but it quickly quenched when she noticed it existed. It wasn't like she was sad he was gone, but it was just because she felt that the only normal person had just disappeared and she was stuck with bimbos for the rest of the time.
Speaking of bimbos, Daphne glanced at a particular man walking towards her, his head held high and his body posture practically emitting off waves of self pride. She was almost sure another guy was going to ask her to dance, and she was going to just have to let the poor boy down.
The man strode up to her and extended a hand out. "Would you like to have this dance with me?"
Daphne forced a smile trying not to answer sarcastically , she didn't like any of the men in this ball since she'd met them, but decided to play around a bit
"I'm sorry, I have no wish to dance with anyone at this particular moment," she answered, bowing a little in apology, and walking away before the guy could ever have another chance.
'oh Harry! I wish you here' she sighed in weariness.
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Harry was gazing at the fire for what it seemed to be eternity.
Everyone around was having their share of celebration of the new year's Eve.
With dessert and drink, but he was bored. Extremely bored even thought that Sirius gave him wine secretly, it didn't cheer him up, but he kept his facade.
For all the efforts Molly went through for this evening.
He was drumming his fingers over the hand of the sofa.
'Daphne is at the ball,I hope she is having a good time, who am I kidding! I hope no man lay a hand on her… She said she won't try to dance with anyone she didn't know right? I mean she promised me to behave…' Harry shook his head from the negative ideas, he should let her do what she wanted tonight, it was her birthday after all wasn't it, she deserved some celebration in some way.
But it was her birthday, he should be with her, he glanced around him, after his sneaking away, he became under supervision.
He should send a letter through Dobby or Winky, she left during the night like some woman who spent a night stand with a stranger then returned to her real life and world.
He sighed desperately.
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"Is everything alright here?" Draco stepped in to save her from the man.
"Dear! you are finally here, I was looking for you everywhere." she exclaimed happily at Draco who stared at her as if she had grown another head.
She hooked her arm around Draco and smiled to the man "Sir, I am with this gentleman here,I didn't want to disappoint you with the truth," she said , keeping her smile.
"I didn't know you are with Mr Draco, forgive my attitude miss," the guy apologized.
"All forgiven," Draco smiled.
She turned to him and then the two laughed.
"Thank you for saving me Draco!" she said breathlessly.
"Sorry to leave you alone, Pansy you know her eagerness," he tilted his head.
"Not a problem, you are here now." she beamed to her savior." Speaking of Pansy...had you talked with her about that thing yet?"
Draco shook his head" I hadn't the chance besides I will wait till the party ends and speak with her in private, I don't want to make a scene." he explained.
"Smart choice," she nodded at him.
"Draco, where have yo–" Pansy stopped when her eyes fell on Daphne.
When she glanced at the closeness between her boyfriend and Daphne, she hooked her arm around Draco and glaring dangerously at Daphne, who seemed not to care at all for the childish attitude.
"Are you stealing my date, Daphne?" Pansy smirked.
"Of course not, what kind of a friend am I ! If I did such a thing?" she replied pretending to be shocked.
Draco was trying to hide his laugh while Daphne narrowed her eyes, trying not to laugh either.
Pansy was about to reply but Daphne was quicker.
She spotted the guy from before, standing a few feet away from her, and he suddenly stood out like a blue elephant among a pack of cows. Dancing cows.
"I already promised to dance with this man here," Daphne answered, quickly making her way over to the guy, and swiftly wrapping her arm around his.
'Sorry Harry…' she was cursing herself deeply.
"You did?" Draco was confused.
The guy whipped his head around, his glass of wine almost slipping from his hand and crashing to the ground. The guy didn't look surprised like he seemed so, his brownish eyes narrowing almost instantly and Daphne knew that he wasn't a nice man to interrupt. "Miss I thought I was already rej–"
"I promised to have this one dance with you, remember?" Daphne intercepted him in a sweet voice, although it was lined with menace.
"Only what my lady desires" he matched along.
"Sorry Pansy, maybe next time I will try to steal Draco," she said, diverting her attention to the man who looked amused behind his mask.
Daphne quickly led the guy she had been holding onto off into the crowd so that she would lose sight of that idiot girl.
"I apologize for my silly behavior," she apologized as she moved away from him.
"Which one? " the guy asked innocently.
"Was it already too many?" Daphne answered sarcastically, an amused smile forming on her lips.
"Yes," he responded, while eyeing the crowd of people dancing all around the two of them.
This guy didn't seem to be like being here as if he was forced to attend for a reason.
"Thank you for your help, now if I may be excused."she said walking away.
"Who said you may," he replied arrogantly.
"Pardon?" she turned to him.
"I thought I was promised a dance," he smirked walking toward her.
She looked around searching for her father when she spotted him, he seemed to be in very deep and serious conversation with the host of the party.
She bit her inner cheek, something inside her made her stop that thought and think over the possible answers. She could say no but then later she could meet up with that other man and have to dance with him, or she could say yes and dance with this unknown guest in this manor and have a much more pleasant time with him than the other male guests here. And breaking her promise to Harry.
The thought itself hit her with a dagger in her heart.
"Forgive me Sir, but I don't know you," she answered stubbornly.
"Perhaps that's the charm of the masquerades to keep identities like a mystery," he almost laughed but he kept it to himself, offering his hand to her.
The offer was tempting, she badly wanted to dance but he was a stranger and she was a married woman, she smiled shaking her head "I am sorry Sir,"
The man smiled at her and stepped closer, he wasn't going to accept rejection was he?
"We already know each other." he smirked.
"We do? " she raised her brow.
he nodded.
"We had already met twice…" he answered.
"We did?" Daphne was confused, trying to remember when and where she met him.
But he quickly answered as if he was able to read her mind.
"We met first at the wall there, then we exchanged a conversation with your friends there and now we are having another one here,"
Daphne couldn't hold herself but laugh at his reply.
"Is this how you get close to girls? This is the most ridiculous way I have ever seen." she said between her chuckles.
"But it worked, am I mistaken?"
"Maybe not," she replied trying to adjust her mask.
"Shall we walk to the garden, the noise here is disquieting,and no I'm not getting into you," he said before she could reject.
He was right, the noise was troublesome to her, her first party and she was already having a headache.
"Why not," she agreed,
The gardens were much quitter, the breeze was pure, and she enjoyed it.
She almost forgot her companion and it was rude not to talk to him now.
"Forgive my forwardness, but you don't seem to belong there, as if you are forced? You could have rejected the invitation," she said turning to him.
"... Well, they are the Malfoys, who could reject them now, they are in power, I could ask you the same,"
'so he is a power hunter,' she stared ahead and replied softly "this was my first Ball i ever attend, could you imagine, I could've rejected simply but father was the one who wanted me to attend and it would be offensive to reject him,"
He hummed to her answer.
"Besides, who said the Malfoys are in power?" she quirked.
"Ah,they are literally taking over the wizengamot, it would be a matter of time before Lucius Malfoy became the next minister," he answered, rubbing his beard chains.
Malfoy? The next minister.
"It must be just rumors inside the ministry, no more, I do not think that the minister will retire easily," she huffed.'In addition, I do not know his true loyalty to whom,'
She put her chain between her fingers thinking 'Hey, is it reasonable that Malfoy is trying to gain confidence and shield from the palace? This won't be good, Dumbledore and Malfoy are in relation worse than with Fudge,'
The man was glancing at her from the corner of his eye, memorizing her reaction and a smirk crossed his lips.
"Quick question…" he said snapping her out of her world.
"If the rumors are true,Do you think Malfoy is capable of such a task?"
Daphne was silent for seconds thinking then she sighed staring back at him with seriousness.
"The problem is that he is very rich and powerful, a person with these characteristics should not be given a strong position,"
He nodded in amusement at her reply and from the mask,she could see his eyes soften, who was this man.
While Daphne was staring at the sky, the young man picked a rose from the garden and gave it to her.
She smiled at him before accepting her, "I thought you said that you would not approach me, let alone flirt with me."
He laughed to her, "But you were the first to flirt with me when you dragged me into your little play,"
"That ... I mean ... I didn't mean ... it doesn't matter," she stuttered, with her cheeks getting pink.
He laughed and placed it in the palm of her left hand,
Daphne and from the darkness of the night did not see the thorns surrounding the rose the moment , she caught it.
She felt a tingling sensation in her palm, so she turned to feel a wet feeling in her glove.
The young man felt her sudden change, when she did not answer him, either he was aware that she had been hurt or he claimed he was surprised.
He took off the glove and used 'Lumos' to light the place with his wand to see blood.
"No, sir, it will be cured." she tried to take her hand from him, but he seemed to be running around.
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and began cleaning her hand, after which he performed a simple spell that healed her wound, and also used a spell for cleaning her glove.
Daphne thanked him very much for his noble behavior.
The man could sense her getting colder from the weather even when she pretended not to, he dropped his suit jacket on her and asked her to return back to the manor,
Walking side by side talking about politics, they entered in the moment Lucius Malfoy was giving his toast.
Lucius spoke up, "Welcome, thank you for joining us! You know, whenever we bring our family and friends together like this, it's tradition for us to finish the evening with a dance." he paused for a moment, looking across the crowd.
His eyes met Daphne's for a moment, and then flickered away. She felt cold in her spin.
"Tonight's pick is a centuries old waltz; so if all of you could please find yourselves a partner, please join us in the ballroom."
"Does the invitation still exist," he smirked.
He said meeting her eyes,she looked away, staring into the crowd.
He finally spoke up again.
"It would be rude not to dance you know." he smirked, knowing she wasn't one to be rude.
"It is tradition," she said, sighing.
He offered her his hand and she took it, as he led her into the ballroom. She looked around and saw Astoria with Draco and Blaise with Pansy.
They started to do the waltz.
"You look stunning, if it isn't obvious." he said, looking at her sideways.
"Thank you," she smiled a bit, looking at him sideways back, wondering why he was so eager to dance with her.
They danced some more, spinning and twirling until she remembered it was time to change partners.
'Who will I get?' she wondered, twirling around and landing into another gentleman's strong arms.
she looked up shyly, surprised to see Blaise, staring down at her.
"I understand why my mother requested to see you soon," he commented, still dancing gracefully.
"Why is something wrong?" she asked, frowning.
"Well, her ability to detect the beauty to be my escort." they laughed,and continued dancing as he let his words and flirting sink in.
"Do you think that we could be a good match as an act?" she stared into his eyes.
"It has me asking questions I'd never thought I'd ask," was all he said.
It was almost time to change partners again.
She landed into the man from before's arms and gasped. they stared into each other's eyes for a moment, "You again!?" she broke the silence, smirking at my statement in mock amazement.
"I couldn't let go of you yet," he said, ever the gentlemen.
taking his hand and getting into the waltz position, one hand on his shoulder while he gently placed a hand over her waist. Their hands were about to join together when the music suddenly stopped and a slow song began.
Daphne couldn't suppress the groan she sent off, and the guy sighed. "Well, this can't hurt, now can it?" Daphne whispered in a small voice, watching the couples around them get into the slow dance position.
"It'll hurt if I step on your feet accidentally," the guy answered, emphasizing the word 'accidentally.'
"Not if I accidentally step on it first," Daphne retorted and then lightly.
She kept her head a good distance away from that dangerous chest the guy owned. They slowly stepped side to side, letting the music wash across the room, it's soft tones comforting the dancer's ears.
While the blonde was dancing to the music in the arms of a strange man.
Her adoptive father was silently watching her, watching every step of every passing second.
"It seems that everything is going according to plan," said a voice from his side as he extended his arm, holding a glass of wine in it.
"Yes, our master has apparently shown a clear interest in her," he said, accepting the glass.
They turned their attention to the couple.
"Tomorrow the meeting of the royal council will be in the palace," Cyrus added while sipping his wine.
"Uh, about that, do you have any idea what the new king's decisions will be," Lucius remarked.
"I don't know, the princess's connection to the palace has been cut off since the death of her brother. To tell you the truth, I left her without supervision for a while. I said maybe she would communicate with someone, but it seems like she really left everything behind." Cyrus sighed disappointed.
"She is really an interesting girl, to leave her strong position to be under your wing, you of all people," Lucius smirked.
"Winning her over and gaining her trust was a difficult task. By the way, rumors about your pursuit of the position of minister spread quickly." Cyrus raised a brow.
"Really! Oh my God, who would spread such platitudes! What a joke," he said with a false chuckle.
"Lucius who jokes here. You may be trying to remain in the grace of our master, but we both know that your ambition is very high, if you take the position of minister, it will be easy to pass to the council road. I have to raise a toast of your wits to win everyone's affection in the Wizengamot and even within our coven," Cyrus paused for a moment and glanced at him with a calm tune.
"–you was able to make everyone choose you as president of the twenty eight sacred after marrying the daughter of the Black family and destroying the reputation of the Potter family to stay on top without us doubting that it was you who asked Bellatrix to curse and torture the Longbottoms to the point of insanity. But beware, do not look too high you may fall," he finished and turned his attention to his daughter who didn't know that she was dancing with the dark Lord himself in disguise.
They continued dancing and she looked over his shoulder at her father who was watching her happily, she was confused.
"Took you about 30 seconds to put Mr Zabini in a mood." He murmured in her ear.
She sighed. "You pretty know everyone here,"
"I need to know everything about my subordinates." he retorted,'wait what!?'.
"Who are you?" she whispered, avoiding his eyes and backing away from him but he pulled her more to him.
"I have too many names, I can be a ghost of the past." he looked down at her.
she gulped before she wanted to drop her arms and head outside.
She had just barely met this man and she was already feeling danger.
"This necklace is a breathtaking piece of art," the guy suddenly said, trying to make conversation but unknowingly saying one of the worst things in this situation.
All the fluffy and warm feelings that Daphne had went away right that moment, like they had been thrown into the ocean and washed away.
In other words, she could be in the grace of an enemy.
"A special gift," she hissed through pursed lips, her arms stiff around his neck.
"But who could bring to a fine young lady such a gift, he must have a great taste?such a design,it looks like a declaration of engagement," the guy questioned, tapping his fingers idly behind Daphne's back.
"Well it depends on whom was from," Daphne replied, her voice lined with frost as she looked somewhere in the crowd for Cyrus,
Daphne heard a small chuckle from behind the mask, and looked at the man in the eyes, blue eyes wide with confusion.
"You must be Daphne Greengrass the ice queen of Hogwarts."
"Well congratulations, you just met her," Daphne felt something wasn't right with this man.
The music ended and Daphne and the guy let go of each other. Bowing a bit, she needed to leave immediately.
"Thank you for giving me some of your time my lady, I hope our paths cross again...and happy new year…" he said kissing her hand.
"My deepest gratitude for having a wonderful evening Sir, Happy new year…" she responded back.
He disappeared into the crowd and Daphne let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding in.
Putting her hands over her chest as if her heart would beat out, Daphne decided that she needed some fresh air...fast. Swiftly, yet as gracefully as she could muster, she made her way straight to the balcony, which had looked empty at that time.
Stepping out into the wide, open space, she clasped her hands onto the railing, closed her eyes lightly and took in deep breaths, enjoying the way the wind played around with her hair. Failing to look to the darkness on the left, she would have noticed a guy with brownish eyes analyzing her. In fact, that same guy that she had just danced with. But she didn't look, so she didn't know.
Her body visibly relaxed as she stared up into the star-lit sky, watching the lights play across the ceiling of earth, creating a bright blue line to streak diagonally. But a hand to her shoulder caused her to stiffen under the contact, clenching her fists to her sides. The warning jolt through her body was all too familiar and she closed her eyes tightly, taking in stabilizing hard breaths.
The relaxation finally came back to her.
She wanted to turn, she wanted to hope…
And so she did, yet she was faced with disappointment, no one was there, she swore, she felt someone touching her, perhaps it was her imagination…
Harry wouldn't come, even though she made him promise her not to leave the house unless he was approved, yet she wanted him to be her, with her.
Whisking her away, stealing her in the deep of the night as a mighty king and a brave knight would do to a young and fair maiden.
She laughed at herself, she definitely needs to stop reading those novels.
"Nine… eight… seven…"
She heard the crowd counting down for the entry of a new year…
"Six… five… four… "
The man that was watching her disappeared in the shadows.
Daphne raised her wine in the air for a toast with the moon.
"Three… two… One… Happy new year!" The clouds cheered.
"Happy birthday Rhaenys…" she whispered to herself then taking her gulp of wine.
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After the party ended and the guests returned home, and the party owners fell asleep in their beds, another person was still awake, and he might not sleep this night. He breathed while looking through the glass of his window. Time has passed since the last celebration he attended, and a time passed since he stopped counting how old he has become, for him age is nothing but a time trick,
nothing more.
What took all his thinking was the girl who had waited for fifteen years to meet her.
He thought that she was nothing but an estranged princess herself like the rest of the nobles of the magic world, but it seemed from the first word that she gave that she was not an easy person who could be manipulated.
He removed the glamour and returned to his original form, The snake face he was born with in his resurrection and the face that was published by Potter and Dumbledore.
And his eyes, which were brown, returned to a red color.
When he heard from Lucius' father years ago about the Vasilian family, his curiosity became hungry for every information about them.
He sat on the bed and sighed, while he started staring at the handkerchief that was covered with blood. After taking it, he cast a spell that prevented the blood from sagging and drying.
Now here is another spell, blood began to whirl into a cup.
"Now let's see if the Heaven Fruit legend is true or not," Voldemort said to himself and began to take the potion.
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This calm and serenity was not auspicious.
On the next day, King Phobos the half brother of Daphne held his first advisory council with the members of the Supreme Council of the supernatural System, and after long consultations, he issued several decrees and decisions, but one of those surprising decisions shocked the commander of his personal protection and the head captain of the knights.
Berz would never have thought that certain and forgotten folded pages of the past would suddenly be reopened.
"...Sir, what should we do?" Eva, the vice Captain, asked him in a faint voice, as they walked through the corridors of the palace.
"I will try to speak with His Majesty and try to persuade him to change the decision, while I do so. Make the appropriate preparations and prepare for me a secret meeting with Rhaenys as soon as possible, move!" he ordered his hand as he was on his way to the king's private wing to talk to him
'May God help us all from this coming flood,' he prayed deeply while his angry steps quickened.
Soooo,
Sirius is young? Yep he is, Daphne really liked him to give him willingly her blood.
Voldemort finally made a move, he really want to be the most powerful isn't he, what will he do if he discovered that his theory is real.
Lucius you sneaky man lol
But more importantly Berz the head of the knights is scared!? What was Phobos decision that made him act like that?
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